Oh, The Humiliation

Yesterday was a pretty nice day.

Mom had all the windows open, and there were breezes, and I could hear and see all these birds outside.

So I found myself a good perch, and when I was tired of watching those birds, I decided I’d just nap here in the breezes. windowlounging

Mom thought I was cute, so she took my picture. And she’s right, I am pretty cute most of the time.

Mom put down her camera and walked away, so I was gettin’ all comfy, and I yawned and stretched, and . . . there was a crack and a whooshing sound, and all of a sudden, I was falling!

That barrier thingie between me and the birds had disappeared, and I. Was. Outside.

In the grass.



My feet were on the ground.

I was totally humiliated.



I heard Mom spout out a word I don’t think she was supposed to say, and then heard her running.

I jumped back up into the window, to get my feet out of the dirt and tell her what had happened. When she came to my rescue, she asked me if I was OK, but she was snickering, so I’m not sure she really cared that I had just been endangered. I mean, really!

This is no laughing matter. I was out there for at least a full 6 seconds. Anything could have happened!

I showed her the barrier thingie there on the ground and tried to tell her what happened. She picked it up and put it back on, and Dad came over to help her clip it in place. I think that word she said made him come running. But back to me . . .

I could have been nabbed by any number of horrible things out there in the yard. I’ve heard them talking. I guess I’m just glad it was daytime, because they say nighttime is even more dangerous.

And Mom told Dad she was glad that I wasn’t upstairs when this happened. And she said I was a good girl for jumping back into the window instead of running off.

Pfft! Running off? Where would I go, pray tell? I know my place, and it is NOT outside!

Fortunately, nothing was injured except my pride, but I’ve decided not to lounge in that particular window for awhile. It took extra bathing to get over the incident, but I think I’m gonna be OK.

Today I’m upstairs bird watching. The window barrier thingie up here seems a bit more sturdy, but I’m not gonna lean on it just the same. And Mom still thinks I’m cute . . .



Takin’ Pictures

A good horse’s work is never done.

There’s always something to do or someone who needs my help around here.

Especially Mom, when she’s taking pictures for a new quilt she’s made. She always brings them right to me so I can help her.

I try to be good help and look my best, but sometimes we have to deal with adverse weather conditions and other critters, too. For some reason, those cats think they can help, too, and they think they’re more photogenic than me, which is just not so.

While Mom adjusts the quilt, I try different poses. I mean, I want to show my best side!


You tell me. Does this side look better? It might, except for it looks like I have my nose stuck on the fencepost. See? This is not as easy as it looks!


I help make adjustments . . .


And sometimes I have little accidents . . . oops!


Sometimes I just have to be real patient while we wait for the wind to die down or that dog to get in the right position . . .


How about this shot?


And here’s another one that’s all right.


See how handsome I am? I’m sure I’ll get to help with more photo shoots in the future. I think it just makes the picture better to have me in it.

Meanwhile, I’ll keep fit by chasing Bonnie and PeeWee around the pasture. They hate to run, which just makes it even more fun for me.

I’m Chip, and I’m a horse model (among other things). A good horse’s work is never done.