Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Let My Equines Go

Hick has taken some vacation days, and took The Pony to the zoo and Grant's Farm today. I can't help but feel The Pony's emotion when I look at this picture he sent me:


Alas, poor Clyde. Behind bars. I know that if there is such a thing as reincarnation, coming back as a Clydesdale at Grant's Farm is like the epitome of horsiness. A private room with a view, snacks available, personal ventilation unit, free haircuts on a regular basis, new shoes when you need them, someone to style and comb your tresses, and probably a nameplate above your door.

Clyde looks healthy as a...well...um...horse! But it still seems like he's doing hard time.

I hope The Pony keeps his nose clean.

2 comments:

Sioux said...

Was The Pony tempted to set free that noble beast? They could have frolicked together...

Hillbilly Mom said...

Sioux,
Quite the contrary. The Pony reports that he was not tempted to set Clyde loose in the least. I suppose that's because he is so much bigger than the minipony.

That's the thing about The Pony. He marches to the drummer in his head, and is often not in step with the rest of humanity.