16 Days and counting!

Well, old sports, 3 days flew by. I only just got used to having Spode all to myself again, and now she's gone back to Toronto. This is a tragedy. She's even more like Daisy now. I guess my green light is in Toronto. Yuck, I don't like the idea of that. Does the CN Tower have a green light? Do you think I can see it from my pasture?

Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed my time with Spode. It just wasn't long enough. I was happily bouncing back into the routine of daily visits when she whispered that she'd be going back to school for a few more weeks. Clearly my best efforts at being adorable did not work as I had planned. I figured if I kept pulling my smiley faces, she'd call up the university and tell them she'd changed her mind.

Are you watching? You see this? Do you? Can you cancel your train ticket now??

Alas, she told me this would never happen. I need surgery again in 4 years and she claims she needs a job to keep me. Ok, I guess I can sacrifice some of my time with her right now if it means a better life in the future.

Instead of trying to convince her to stay, I moved on to being as cute as equinely possible to cheer her up. I think I did a good job. I gave her the perfect 3 days, actually. On Friday I was a complete goof, on Saturday I was an expert driving horse showing off all my training, and today I was simply dashing. I just stood there proving how handsome I was. I think I've given Spode enough pictures to gaze at adoringly to get her through 16 more days in Toronto.

Look at Toronto, now back to me. Now back at Toronto, now back to ME! Do you wish Toronto could look like me? Well, if you come over here and hug me, your tiny cement room in Toronto could smell like me! 

Lucky Spode. She got a horse with good looks and a sense of humour!

Tell me the truth, Spode. Your heart is going twice as fast just looking at this photo, isn't it. 

And I bet your head is swimming with Fitzgerald's Gatsby quotations. 

Does Greenhawk want to make me their next cover boy?

I'm feeling so mature these days. Spode says that having a break from training's good for my mind as I now have some time to myself to find my inner horse and reflect on what I've learnt. I certainly have a lot of time for absent minded reflection. I also have a lot more time for eating, of course. I have put on quite a bit of weight since Spode stopped exercising me. That's made me more mature too. I'm just a wee bit slower. My excuse to Spode when she wagged her finger at the extra weight around my extra girth was that I just wanted to giver her some more horse to hug. Worked like a charm. I even got a second apple for that line.

This face may have helped, too. 

Spode bought me a pretty new halter to match a dress she's wearing for some special event soon. I guess this means another photo op down the road, so I'm practicing presenting my devilish good looks. I don't have to try very hard.

Classic. 

I even look good with a sand moustache!

Of course, I don't have to be regal looking all the time. There was still room for some of my silly antics. I think Spode would be disappointed if I didn't! 

I'll take this, thank you very much. 

Let me make my crooked stripe even more crooked. You know you love it. 

Yeah, we made the best out of a rainy day. Spode says she will be much more focused on training the next time out. She drove my old friend Merlin through town yesterday for a wedding. He pulls a big old carriage and struts his way through CP making everyone gasp in awe. I guess this has inspired Spode to get in touch with my Clydesdale genes, because she's decided to teach me to drive too. I won't be doing any weddings, but she's got a training cart and harness lined up and plans in her mind. I think it was only a matter of time. Who knows, it could be fun. If there are treats involved, almost anything can be made fun!

I even look good with this stupid mask. That takes skill, old sports! Not just any horse can pull this off!

So although my weekend with Spode was far too short, it was well worth it. Spode has almost a whole week off the next time she comes, so she promises there will be more time spent with me. I can't wait. 

Until later, old sports.

Jay.