Next thing I know I have been taken to a couple of dressage contests. At the first the judge leaned out of her car and remarked on how much better I looked. At the second the judge's writer fell in love with me and wanted to take me home. This is all well and good, but now She plans to dust off her music and take me to more important contests, which means that I can no longer have my minty breakfasts. Now I am to be fobbed off with a handful of chaff. This is a poor reward for my getting hot and sweaty and puffing my way through dressage tests.
|She made me model my booty from the weekend's work|