Hello, and welcome to my webpage! Peggy is kindly taking dictation for me; though she types slowly, and only using three fingers, she can still get the job done more quickly than I can using two hooves. Besides feeling generous and still slightly creative with this whole web site thing, I do believe she has taken over the typing to prevent me from using her computer. Why, I wonder? Doesn't she trust me? Does she think I'll surf the net for hours while she's trying to sleep? I do that anyway! (Oops--she is taking dictation--now she knows!)
[note from Peggy--I already knew; it's the hooves-thing that has me slightly concerned. The keyboard has been looking a little worse for wear and tear since Phina discovered "the net."]
I was born in Canada, in the province of British Columbia, up in the great white North. I was born during a snowstorm, hence my coloring, eh?--or so my mother claimed anyway. I think the fact my dad, Scenic's Cowboy, is white might have something to do with it. Yes, we horses often have silly names; but those aren't our REAL names; those are the names the humans give us. I've given up trying to teach my language to people; they just can't handle the pronunciation. My REAL name is "Neigh-whicker-wuffle-snort;" it was given to me by my mother whose name is "Mom." In my language her name is pronounced: "NEIGH-SQUEAL-WHINNEY!" in a frantic, high pitched voice whenever she is more than seven feet away; when she is closer than seven feet away, her name is pronounced "whicker-wuffle-snort."
It IS hard to grasp my language, eh? Well, not to worry; I am going to tell my story in your language, so it will be easier for you to understand!
I left "Mom" when I was a nine month old weanling, and I was shipped by horse trailer to Illinois to hook up with my new human family. I didn't mind the ride a bit, though my legs got a little tired toward the end. Contrary to human misconception, while we CAN sleep standing up, we much prefer lying down. Lying down in the trailer wasn't an option, but luckily eating was! I made the trip in two days, with a rest overnight in Pennsylvania, at a farm. They ate really well at that farm, by the way, and I rememeber feeling hopeful my new people would feed half as well.
I arrived at my new home late at night, but I wasn't nervous in the slightest; just hungry. Luckily for me, my new people were feeling especially generous, what with me being a baby, and having just been shipped in from another country and all. My "welcome to your new home" party was ALL about carrots, apples, and some pretty decent hay! I'll admit, I was a touch disappointed to learn they were wise to the whole stress-colic thing; as a result I received no grain at all for several days. That was the only downside to my big move, but even that picked up before too long. I made the adjustment to my new home right away. I felt great, other than missing Mom; but Mom had told me my new humans were going to take over caring for me since she had another little one on the way. Besides, we weanlings usually get over the whole Mom-attachment thing with not long after the milk runs out. We still love them, but we don't need them anymore. We are always so busy looking for food, we don't spend much time getting misty eyed. I know Mom is fine, and she knows I'm fine; we talk online every night.
My primary person is a filly named Monica. She is, as you humans say, "pretty cool" (nicker-nicker in my language). She is the one who rustles up the horse chow twice a day, every day, and I have to tell you: she is pretty darn responsible, lucky for my friends and me. Eating is a very important part of our culture; some might say we live to eat, but I say we live BECAUSE we eat. Monica keeps us living; isn't that nice of her? We'd feed ourselves, but we are contained within an annoying human invention--fencing. Now what were they thinking when they came up with that intelligent plan?? Now we cannot eat without the help of a responsible pet like Monica. The silly humans put the "fencing" up to keep themselves out, and give us a little privacy; but in the process they forgot that smart move would limit our ability to get to the really good food that always winds up being on the OTHER side of the fence! Further, the humans keep coming into our private space anyway; they build us fencing, and then they can't keep away. Go figure.
Scenic's Phoenix--
