Conversations with the Butterball Tee-Bee -- September 27, 2018

On last night's conversations with Mr. Adorable himself, the one and only Butterball Tee-Bee, hapless bolts from a crappy day at work to wander to the barn for a therapeutic visit and ride. It's been exactly two weeks since she's laid eyes on his highness, the prince of fat-thoroughbrededness.

When hapless parks the Jeep, butterball does not even glance up from his hay, because clearly that can't be the jeep he heard, because he has definitely been ABANDONED. (Because he's not dramatic at all).

Hapless: "Come on, two weeks and you forget what my Jeep sounds like?"

Butterball's head shoots up: "OHHHHHH YOU'RE STILL ALIVE!" he nickers, LOUDLY.

Hapless' heart grows ten sizes: "Awwwwww, you MISSED me!!!" <3 <3 <3

Butterball: "Noooooo, the mouth missed cookies. You should feed the mouth." He books it towards the gate in anticipation of his after-ride cookies.

Hapless is stopped in her tracks. "Ohhhhh, so this is a bad time to apologize for forgetting to replenish the cookie supply?"

Butterball stops in his own tracks. "If you're gonna make me work and don't have cookies afterwards, then you may catch me in the mud."

Thanks a lot, bud. I suppose I deserved that. Note to self: Replenish cookie supply.

Note to butterball: Thanks for being a rockstar anyways. There's a reason you're the best horse ever.

(Butterball: Yeah. Cause it gets me cookies. WHERE ARE THEY?)