She races me from house to barn,

At the start of everyday.

As I check the water and feed the horses,

She tries to help in her own way.

She dashes in to nip a hock,

Then snatches at a tail.

I scold her...

She tries to bait me into playing fetch,

With a grain pan or feed pail.

Five days a week all summer,

We ride at least twenty miles a day.

Now she’s telling me every way she can,

If we aint going to work...

Let’s Play!

Mike Puhallo

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