Quinn: Saoirse and I will be taking over the blog today. Had a most excellent time in the field... found something great to roll in... the best part it was light in color so Mom didn't see it right away. And the scent was oh, so....
Saoirse: Great smelling? Says you.
Quinn: Hey, horses roll in poop... I saw you take a roll in some of Freedom's offerings...
Saoirse: It is not rolling in poop - it is called taking on the scent of the herd so you don't get your butt kicked... You really need a bath...you smell like ^$%#! That's what Mom would say...
Quinn: And what does she know? She would ruin my good work by washing me - like the day I almost became a black Lab. I like smelling strong...I don't want to smell flowery...
Saoirse: Well, you are kind of a wimp...if the smell fits, wear it.
Quinn: And just what is that supposed to mean?
Saoirse: Well, when that car came up the driveway you hid behind a tree and barked. Bridget had to go see who it was.
Quinn: (clearing his throat) My bark sounds more ferocious when I am hiding...
Saoirse: Whatever. On with the blog, dog-man.
Quinn: Bridget found the scent of a mouse down by the pond and was digging and digging but she couldn't find it. I tried to help and Saoirse got in the way...
Saoirse: Well, you uncovered some tasty green grass... figured I could eat it while you and Bridget were on the mouse mission... which failed. Why would you want to eat mice?
Quinn: It's fast food - quick and easy to get and very tasty.
Saoirse: Ugh!
Quinn: Then we took a walk past the pond on the snowmobile trail and into the field and all of a sudden Saoirse took off like her tail was on fire...Mom could barely hold you back. No warning, no nothing. At least Weatherly squeals before she takes off.
Saoirse: That ruins all the fun. I am entitled to run, buck and play as I wish.
Quinn: Is that what you call it? How about that tippy-toe trot thing you do with your tail up?
Saoirse: It's called feeling good about yourself.... Plus I like to see how fast I can run and turn.
Quinn: You almost ran over Mom...she's not as young as she used to be...
Saoirse: She got out of the way. I was glad it was warm out so I could run without my coat. Anything else to say?
Quinn: Posing for the picture was a pain. You kept moving...
Saoirse: There was grass to eat. And why would I sit quietly with a critter who thinks I wouldserve up bestin his dog dish and who smells like....
Quinn: Hey, I only gave you a dog kiss... I didn't bite you....
Saoirse: Well, you tasted me. A lick qualifies as tasting.
Quinn: Silly horse. Got to go - there are things to explore in the field, things to dig up and eat and have to chase Bridget about just to keep her on her toes. She gets lazy and likes to sleep in the laundry sink with her blanket and food dish.
Saoirse: Time to eat! Time to play! Time to see what the giant rabbits have in their feed hoppers...but I have to do that when Mom doesn't have the camera.
More later... from the rabbitry.
Denise
