Saturday, November 28, 2015

conversations with Major: pretty

Do you see me?
Yes Major.
Yes, she did a nice job, you were a good boy.
Who is that nice little one?
She is the trimmer's daughter, remember?
She always likes me.
Yes, you are a very good boy around her.
She gives me treats. And today she made me pretty!
I see that. But we're going to ride anyway.
But I wanted to show everyone!
They can see from here.
OK, fine.

Look at me, look at me, I am pretty!
What has gotten into you? We're just gong on a short jaunt.
OK, knock it off.
I am prancing!
Yes, NOT appreciated.
But I look pretty!
Um, to some. To those of us who know, you look like an idiot.
I'm a circus pony!
No, settle down.

Oh, your braid is falling out from all the schenanigans.
Oh no, fix it!
I can't buddy, Next time we'll just have to put an elastic on it.
NEXT TIME! She can do it again!
If she comes along, sure.
She gave me treats. She is my new favorite.
Oh really.
We'll see about that.

All gone.
What is all gone?
Your pretty braid.
But I am still pretty.
Yes Major, you are.
Everyone watches me.
No, they don't.
That bird is watching me.
Actually, you're right, that hawk is watching us.
Me, he is watching ME.

The lake is ugly low.

Yes, we can't play in it. Let's go home.
But I am pretty…like a racehorse!
Knock it off, no you are not!
I could be.
Not today.

Give me that!
I thought I was not your favorite any more.
OK, you are again, I want that apple.
Be nice, here you go..
Mmmm, yum. I am pretty.
Do you need a mirror, apple face?
Nope, I just know.


  1. I just read the conversation then read it for my mom and we both got a good chuckle. Yes, Major is pretty. :)

  2. Thank you for the laugh, just needed it for the rest of my day :-)