What Would Uncle Sigmund Say?

Dam! Someone wake me up from this nightmare. Hangin' around the feeding thing yesterday I heard some of the older horses talkin' stuff about horse school startin' in a few weeks for 2 year olds. Huh? Then they looked at me and started laffin'. So, like, I remind the herd that I'm 14, not 2, and that got some of the horses rolling around on the ground 'cus what I said was so funny. Anyway, I didn't get it.

Ok, then I wondered off to the barn and found a chart on the wall that explained how horses age....Dam! I am a 2 year old. Wait, why should I have to go to horse school when I can read and type? Should have mentioned THAT to the herd.

Oh yeah, also found out that horse school "trains" me how to act while some lazy human is sittin' in a saddle on my back while I do all the work!!! No Thanks...I'm playin' hooky, that's for sure.

So last night like I'm havin' this crazy nitemare about my owner ridin' me all over the place and I couldn't wake up. Dudes, he pullin' on the thing connected to the thing in my mouth and pushin' against my sides with his legs while makin' some nutty noise supposed to make me go fast and then yellin' "Whoa"! Like make up your freakin mind dude!

Finally woke up with the herd just starin' at me 'cus I was makin' funny noises I guess. Man, this pony is gonna need some serious counseling after this is all over....

Pass me the Prozac....with a beer chaser of course.

Turobb otu...