YOU BETTER NOT SHOUT, YOU BETTER NOT POUT, YOU BETTER NOT LEAK, I'M TELLING YOU WHY...........

Wow, a big day!!!!

I heard the humans talking about what they are getting us all for Christmas and I heard that I'm getting hanging balls. That can only mean ONE thing. I'm finally going to get to put out!!!!!

So Twizzle, my BFF and the LandShark were talking over the hay bale and we thought it would be smart for us to go and get pressies for our humans. Off we went to the big city. It was so much fun. I heard that my Mom has Calvin near to her heart. Nothing comes between her and Calvin, whoever the hell he is.

So we gallop off and the four of us arrive in the big city just a styling. They were very surprised that four such beautiful specimens are running around the perfume and makeup department in this really big house in the city. Good thing for us the lady there spoke horse and I got my Mom her present and I know she will just smell great. It even has stuff for her hair so I won't be grossed out if I bite errrrr smell it!!!!!

Twizzle, My BFF and the LandShark got stuff too but they won't let me tell in case their humans read my blog, which, of course I know they all do. The LandShark was muttering about having to sneak back the credit card.

We went every where, checked out the Museum, the Art Gallery, and I checked out my old pals the police horses at the stable I was at ages ago. It was hard to drag the girls away from these guys, but I kept them in line. I didn't bring Diva for obvious reasons. She would NEVER have kept her dress on.

We visited Santa and told him what I want, what I really, really want for Christmas. He asked me if I have been a good girl and I thought WTF are you kidding me??????? Do you know who I am??????

So we are thinking we better haul our pretty butts back to the farm before the day Wench finds us missing and sends out an APB. Or worse calls my Mom or any of our Moms.

So back we are without anyone being the wiser, but Speedy G and the Devil Pony are threatening to tell on us. Gave those two mare glare and told them they better keep their big fat traps shut or I would make sure there were no carrots in their stocking at Christmas. I can because I am now friends with Santa!!!

Jingle balls, jingle balls, jingle all the way. All the way baby!!!!

Can't wait

HRH