This weekend at the Lemos Farm pony rides, the goats tried to eat Jakey’s cowboy hat off his head. You’ll have to ask him to tell you the story. You may be wondering why his cowboy hat looks so big. That’s because that used to be Mama’s cowboy hat.
Yesterday I was asking Jacob about his foray into elliptical equestrian excursions. He took two forsey rides, the first one’s name was Cherokee. Except it was tooled into a little leather tag on his saddle as “Cherekee.” The second one’s name will become apparent momentarily…
“Jakey, what did you ride yesterday?”
“A forsey!”
“Yes, a horsey. What’s a little horsey called? Is it called a pony? A little horsey is called a pony.”
“No, I ride a BIG one. A BIG horsey. A big GIANT one.”
“Oh yes. You did ride a big one. What was the big horsey’s name?”
“PeeWee!”