There’s a cute little mare who sometimes hangs out in the turnout paddock by the gate where we feed the Golden Girls.

She’s young.

She’s cute.

And she knows how to do tricks.

When she sees me, she will demurely lift a bent leg.

“Aren’t I cute? Wouldn’t you like to give me a hay cube?”

Of course I fall for it every time.


Pepper isn’t impressed.

Been there.

Done that.

Bought the T-shirt years ago.

Doing tricks for food is beneath her, she thinks.

Way beneath her.


Ah, the folly of youth!