Ice Age Terrors

EeeeYiiiikes! The Ice Age has returned, and on it's southern most edge is an exodus of dinosaurs trying to escape the climate change! They lumber along the road browsing on trees and other forage. There are little green men riding on their heads helping them to eat the trees. They chew up large limbs and poop them right out almost immediately with a horrible rumble and a blast of gas.

I could hear something terrible outside my window this morning, but the extreme cold had frosted everything up and I couldn't make it out. Then Mom turned me out in the pasture to face this unknown terror all by myself! I certainly couldn't go out there alone. Finally she walked out with me as reinforcements. I was very alarmed! I snorted as loud as I could as a warning to all little woodland creatures. The dinosaurs were not driven to extinction by the last Ice Age. They have adapted and become more horrible than you can possibly imagine!

What should I do?!?

Snow Blind

Besides keeping up with this year's New Year's Resolution, I have to continue to work on last year's. Last spring I went on a diet and lost #100. To keep it off, we have to do a little gym work two or three days a week. The problem with working in the dim, dusty, cloudy light of my work out room, is that when I trot past the open door, I'm blinded by the brightness. I don't like to get too close to that wall. There are monsters out that door.

There it is! In the pure whiteness of the snow... a black devil cow!

Brita insists I use the whole room, and get closer to the wall, and then I see it... a second devil cow! Oh no! The further over I get, the more trouble I see.

And you know what two devil cows are... the beginning of a HERD.

But besides the blinding snow issue, I rather enjoy winter. I spend a lot of time just standing around in the warm sunshine, peacefully nibbling my hay, dreaming of spring grass.

Happy New Year!

My New Year's Resolution is to stay cleaner.

I'll start tomorrow.

Mmmm... snow cones.

Dear Santa....

...I have been such a good boy all year, and still my people insist on dressing me up like one of your little helpers. Why is that?

Please bring fresh celery. We haven't had anything green to eat in weeks and weeks. In fact, a whole veggie tray would be great. You can skip the dip.

Snow Days

We are now in the middle of Blizzard #2 with 18 inches expected by tomorrow. The best part is that "school's out". No one wants to do any serious work. Running repeated tiny circles indoors is boring, and it can be hard on the joints so we don't do that every day or for very long. There is no chance of riding outside. Even if we could get past the glare ice on the driveway to the snowy roadside, we can't get to the fields. If we could get through the very wide, very deep and very hard snow banks, there is now a nasty crusty layer in the snow due to the 3 feet of snow being rained on all day Sunday before the fluffy stuff started again. We don't like to ride on the roadside because we can't get off of it, and if something bad came along, like a deadly giant snow plow, we would have to run up to a quarter of a mile to get to a cleared driveway.

So, I have been keeping the escape route clear and playing in the snow. Brita knows that running around in two feet of snow is a pretty good work out. When we get a blue sky break, she likes to stand out back with me and just enjoy whatever the season has to offer. That is usually a lot of hay eating...Mom spreads it all over and makes a game of it...

...and listening intently to sounds off in the distance.

But I also make snow angels... which Mom uses as spots to hold my hay.

And I play wild stallion.

Yee Ha!

Digging Out

I'm trying to keep the paths open as an escape route out of the barn.

Sometimes you can get to feeling a bit bogged down in this stuff...

... and you just have to make a run for it.

I don't think I can feel the bottom.

Just throw your shoulders into it and go!

Sometimes home can seem like a long hike away.

I've got to get some momentum to make it past the tight spot.

Look Out! Comin' through. My feet are cold.

Oh the Weather Outside is Frightful...

... but inside the footing is so delightful. Uncle Dad spread nice fresh sand in my playroom and it's just the right consistency for me to run laps. Which is good because we haven't been able to ride outside for a week. It started snowing and it won't stop.

As of last Saturday, the grass is all gone.

Whatever will I do with myself until spring?

Sigh....