Monday, March 8, 2010
So he of the super spotty butt was upset that I was wearing his bridle. Imagine how I felt, reduced to putting in my royal mouth a bit that had been in the mouth of a peasant. Fortunately I was able to convey to my SPS that I would not tolerate not having my own bridle. She manage to acquire a headstall befitting my royal nature. I especially appreciate the rosettes, while the horses are not white like me they are indeed of a regal nature. The headstall matches a breast collar that the SPS's grandfather owned, that she now has. I wore this royal crown the last time we went for a ride and worked nicely. The other horses were clearly impressed and gave me the adulation that I so deserve.
Tu ne cede malis sed contra audentior ito (Yield not to misfortunes, but advance all the more boldly against them)