Dear Santy Claus,This is just like so cool that you are reading my letter becuase I'm like, "Wow, I might get something I really want this year." I mean, last year I got all bummed because my mom, Cindy, bought me a western breatcollar with these really geeky stars on it. I'm like gagging, "You've got to be kidding me! What am I? A sheriff? NOT!" So, what I'd really like is some of that glitter stuff for my hooves you know like in blue glitter that I can wear when I'm out on trail rides because it's like so awesome and cool and well, I like kinda dance on the trail so I'm like, "Wow, I could look like a sparkly party girl in my glittery feet." I mean, if you can get me some I'd be so so so happy. You are such a cool dude! If you can't get me glitter stuff for my toes then like, whatever.
Your Frind,
Penny
Hey, Fat Guy:
I'm writing this letter to you because I want to get some things cleared up once and for all:
I do not want any more show stuff. If I see one more piece of new, handcrafted English leather being gleefully hung in the tack room I'm going to bolt for the open hills.
What is it with British cows? Dont they have a good union rep?
And enough already with the bits and spurs.
Don't cram any of those in your sleigh, either. All day long, every time I'm ridden, it's this constant tugging or poking.
Want me to stop pinning my ears? Take that dang spur out of my side!
I have to wonder: Where's that bareback meandering-down-the-trail gig my friend Penny has? What do I have branded on my haunch? A sign that says, "Ride me, I'm German"? I'm a horse, you know, not a Volkswagen.
I need things. I need a vacation. I need a break from all leather goods. I want things. I want a mud bath, a shady tree to stand under and a pasture pal that'll scratch my neck. But NO ponies. They bug me, especially the gray ones.
Warm Wishes Yadda Yadda Yadda,
Barbie