My name is Mack... although for some reason my mom calls me "Baby Mac". I keep TRYING to tell her that I'm NOT a baby anymore, but she just won't listen! I am almost nine months old, after all. My human mom says I look just like my horsey dad, but I think I look like my horsey mom... What do you think
This is my dad. I never met him, but I think he is very handsome...
Just for reference, this is me... Mom had one of those scary bags with a whip in her hand, but I know she won't hurt me with it, so it doesn't really scare me anymore. She is really a big softie at heart, she wouldn't do anything to scare me.
And this is mom back in her hayday. She was a Reserve World Champion, you know? That's pretty impressive to me. Of course, she doesn't DO that anymore. Now all she does is eat and boss me around. She's really good at that too.
Mom (human) says that I am very smart for a foal. Well DUH! I try to tell her all the time that I'm no ordinary foal. After all, I'm only 9 months old and I already park out, back up on command, lunge both ways on a lunge line, and stand in cross ties. I hate that last one. Those stupid ties make me stand still and hold my head up, and that darn thing is really heavy sometimes! I don't like to be patient, but I am because I always get a cookie afterwards. Mom was riding my horsey mom, Suzy, today... but I really wanted her to pay attention to ME! So I kept chewing on the chain at the gate and nickering, and finally Mom got the hint! When she got done riding she brought me outside the gate and let me stand and graze while she brushed me. She could have left out that last part, I just wanted to eat and be fussed over. But I guess if I have to be clean to get attention, I can just get muddy later... I decided I wanted to nibble on the groom box and mounting block that were still out. Mom thought I would get scared because I knocked the mounting block over. Silly Mom. Its not THAT scary, sheesh.
Well, I'm going to go eat my hay and grain before my pesky pasturemate Mickey steals it all. He's so paranoid that he will get skinny and lose his figure. I tell him he would have to miss 40 meals to do that!
