"Hay there, Gin! Hope you're having a good week and thanks for being interested in me.
I'm 17 years old and I live at my "forever" home with my owner who doesn't ride me anymore.
She likes to take me for walks so I can eat grass, and to brush me so my coat stays shiny. What do I do for her, you ask? I talk to her in my horsey voice and eat all the carrots and apples she gives me.
Seems like a even bargain to me."
My curious look.
My shy look.
My intelligent look.
"I've got to go now. There's more food that needs eating. Happy trails."
Sounds like the good life to me. :)
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