Chubs, the Little Horse

Hey friends, it’s Chubs.

We have a situation.

My little girl—my person, the bringer of snacks, hugs, and trail rides—left. She went off to visit her grandparents in another state, and I was not invited. Something about “no ponies on airplanes” and “grandma doesn’t have a barn.” Unbelievable.

Now I’m here… just standing in my paddock… dramatically staring off into the distance like I’m in a sad movie. The flies are buzzing. The sun is shining. And I am, frankly, bored.

I tried to entertain myself by rolling around, but no one was there to say “Chubs, stop getting filthy!” so it wasn’t as satisfying. I walked around, sniffed the same three fence posts, then decided to go bug Finnick.

Which—let me tell you—is a very entertaining way to pass the time.

He gets so flustered when I bop him on the nose for no reason. Yesterday I nudged his feed bucket half an inch out of reach and pretended it was an accident. The look on his face? Glorious. I may be bored, but I’m not boring.

Still… I miss her.

I know she’ll be back soon. She promised me extra treats and lots of ride time when she gets home. So until then, I’ll just be here—waiting patiently-ish. Maybe I’ll redecorate my stall. Maybe I’ll rearrange the hay. Definitely going to keep pestering Finnick.

If you see my little girl while she’s away, tell her Chubs says hi. And that I’m being good. Mostly.