Neigh Hey hey! I was going to write about world peace but then I discovered I’ve got my first groupie — a hot chick called Molly!
I can tell, Molly, that you’re interested in the older, more distinguished gentleman horse.
Molly left some of her details in a response to my first blog. At this rate, I’ll have a harem of fillies around here before you know it!
I can’t tell you too much about my breeding, because it’s important that I remain incognito so that I can comment freely on issues of great equine import.
Let’s just say that I’m an anglo-arab and my grandpappy was a very renowned studmeister.
I’ve inherited all his best traits, including rugged good looks and modesty, and I still cut a fine profile, even though gravity is starting to take its toll. I have been likened to an equine version of George Clooney.
I do love a forthright girl! “I am interested in your income stream,” you declared. Rest assured, I am richer than a Big Rich Thing, and have more grain and grass at my country estate than I know what to do with.
I’ve got more than enough food to share with you, but, to be honest, sharing isn’t really my bag – at least not when it comes to food.
If you finally decide that jumping isn’t your thing, you can always hang out with old Geldoff. We’d make a beautiful pair!
I guess we need to come up with one of those names, like Brangelina for Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie.
How about Geldmoll? Hmmmm, not sure that works.
Anyway, before long I’ll be getting into those really big horse issues, such as … hold on, is that dinner coming?
I’m outta here.