"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."
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Sounds like the good life to me. :)
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