There we were yesterday, rootling under the snow in the front paddock, looking for any leftover grass. We watched the woman trudge down the driveway to the mailbox - she peered in, put down the small red flag on the side of the box and extracted some envelopes.
She revese-trudged back down the drive and called over to Molly "Molly, there's an envelope for you and it's from Nevada!" Molly peered at her from under her mop-like forelock, grunted, and galloped up to the barn. With Molly hovering self-importantly, the envelope was opened - and what did it reveal? A valentine card! With a prancing golden horse on front and the words "Kick up your heels Valentine!" The reverse side says "Stirrup some fun!"
Buddy, I can only ask, what were you thinking?? Our lives have been an ongoing misery, what with Molly pointing out her card (which is on her door) every five minutes, barging up beside us in the paddock and saying loudly, and much too close to our sensitive ears, "did you see my valentine - it means I'm special, did you get any valentines?" and of course sighing and saying how "dreamy" you Nevada golden boys are.
The woman finds it all very amusing and even took some ridiculous photos, thus pandering to the famous Haflinger ego. All I ask is that next time you contemplate communicating with the golden girl, please, please give us a heads up so we can leave town.