I rule. Nuff said.
Oh yeah, and I’m pretty.
Dear Dairy.
The cows have moved into the field at the far, far end, and no matter how much I bugle at them, they don’t reply.
If I can get into the living room with the human, I shall check if Rosetta Stone does an online course in Cow.
I was trying to get it on with Timmy again this morning, but he walloped me. One day I shall succeed.
I wish they moved #44, the red cow, back into the field next to us. She was fun to run with along the fence last summer.
I’ve tried to climb into the bathtub, because the water was low, but apparently I misjudged and got very wet feet. Oz snorted at me, because he was about to have a drink and didn’t appreciate my attempt at washing my feet.
Well. I have a clean foot now. Only one though, haha. I tipped the bathtub over. It’s empty now. One less job for the human, who made some very undignified noises and filled it again.
Will try again when it gets low.
Yours,
Stormy, Rebel Extraordinaire, Horse.