Johnny Says Do This - Johnny Says Do That - Pull Wagons - Pull Buggies - Work Work - Will It Ever End?

My name is Jasper.  I'm nine years old.  I'm part saddle horse and part walking horse.  I have lived right here on this ranch for five years.  This place belongs to Johnny and me.  Johnny just plays; I have to work.  Work, work work!

Here I am pulling a buggy, hauling Johnny.  On top of all that, he has a friend with him.

Working again, just another day at the office!  Johnny gets this old black Amish Buggy out every few days and I have to pull it around, here and there and everywhere.  At least, I am getting a few minutes break while he's in the pharmacy.  He has got me parked in a car parking zone and there is no telling how long he'll leave me, just standing and standing.  He'll talk to everyone in the store.

If I have to pull something, I think I had rather pull this buckboard.  But, what do I know?

                                    

If he thinks I'm gonna pull that piece of junk, he's crazy!

I hate parades.  I have to march in one every year, more often than that, truth be known.  They think this is a wedding carriage but it isn't.  I'm keeping my mouth shut, though. I say nothing!  I don't mind pulling Wyatt, but look...I have Casey and Johnny too, the big sluggers.  Just load the wagon, don't mind the mule. 

That's Nick coming up behind me on Daisy.  He thinks he's a cowboy, but he is not.  Look at that silly cap.  But, I ain't said nothing.

Oh, no, not another wedding!  It looks to me like Johnny is getting the "carriage" all ready for one.  I hate doing weddings, takes forever. 

Yep, I was right, another wedding for me to do.  See this stupid collar?  I WOULD NOT do these dumb weddings if not for Casey.  She owns a florist and directs weddings, so I'll help her.  But, I am NOT doing this for Johnny, mind you.

This is the last straw!  Work me to death, would you?  I've been thinking about things.  Johnny is my best friend. This past winter the pond froze over and I walked out too far on the ice. Guess what. I went through the ice and down to my neck. I had my head stuck up out of the water, screaming BLOODY MURDER.  Johnny ran, I mean RAN to my rescue. He grabbed an iron rod and chopped his way in to where I was and pulled me out. By the time we got out, Johnny and I were both near dead with hypothermia.  All that grumbling and complaining I was doing against Johnny?  I take it back.