The new guy moves in

  1. It’s Taco Tuesday!
  2. Taco Tuesday special report
  3. Back in the day, I was a racehorse.
  4. To graze, or not to graze: that is the question
  5. It’s a miracle, I tell you, a miracle!
  6. The fine art of accepting treats from your human
  7. They called me the Cat Burglar
  8. Overall, the food here is very good.
  9. Inquiring minds want to know
  10. Housekeeping
  11. The new guy moves in
  12. Happy Vaccination Day
  13. Malfunctioning fly sheet edition
  14. The great escape
  15. Dog Days of Summer
  16. Down and Dirty
  17. The Quiet One
  18. Forest Monsters
  19. When the Farrier Comes
  20. Mealtime manner
  21. Happy Hour
  22. A day in the life.
  23. The Walking Wounded
  24. Friends
  25. Ginger the racing pony
  26. Those Dangerous Cows and the Gate
  27. Drunken sailor and the pregnant lady
  28. How to eat hay 101
  29. Fly-free at last
  30. Body Work Edition
  31. Rainy days and dry stalls
  32. The dream galloping edition!
  33. Where did Mocha go?
  34. Water
  35. Flying squirrels and giant lizards
  36. Leo came to town
  37. It’s Taco Tuesday again!
  38. Facemask tug-of-war
  39. Hey, it is Taco here with an update!
  40. Taco Tuesday – Foot abscess edition
  41. What next?

I was snoozing in my stall yesterday when my mom’s trailer came rumbling up the drive. She had some dude in the trailer. He was a big fellow, black and white. We touched noses briefly as he came in the barn door, but I could tell he was nervous. He was snorting at everything like it was going to eat him. I thought, “Come on kid, this resort just isn’t that scary.”

There was a lot of oohing and aahing at his stall door. I was starting to get a little jealous, but then my mom came up and loved on me, so I felt better. She gave me about 100 treats (I am not sure how many that is, but it sounds like a lot) which always makes me happy. After supper I could tell something was up. They let the big black and white dude out in MY PASTURE! I was getting pretty excited. I like meeting new friends, but I didn’t want to overplay my hand, so at first I just ignored him. He was practicing social distancing or something because every time I went to get close, he walked off. I think he was nervous about meeting a celebrity like me.

I was persistent and finally he let me get close enough to say hello. He’s a young guy, just 9 years old. He said his name was Oreo, like the cookie, and that he was a dressage horse. “Is that all you do?” I asked.

“Yeah, and little hacking,” he said, “but mostly I go in circles and serpentines and you know, sideways and stuff.” I did know, I was an event horse and a dressage horse. Oh, the stories I can tell this boy.

He galloped around the pasture a few times, showing off his moves but I didn’t feel the need to show him up with mine, so I just watched. Mom thought maybe I was sick. I was just being polite. Poor kid was a wreck. He seems like a decent enough guy. Very nonconfrontational if you know what I mean.

At one point I almost got him to give me a back rub, but I think he is still a little nervous. I am not worried; I will show him the ropes and we will be good friends in no time.

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