Moving day

My niece and I moved to a new pasture. The DOR thought the old guys needed a break from our rambunctiousness for a bit. That and this pasture needs to be eaten down a bit and the old farts get upset moving pastures so it is up to Shadi and me to mow down the pasture on our own. We can still see Salty and Freedom, so that is good. I am working on taking care of Shandi on my own, it is a difficult job. Sometimes she is a bit bossy and she steals my treats. The DOR told me that I need to work on teaching her some manners, how am I supposed to do that without being mean? Maybe it is by using the same techniques that my mom used on me. I just hope nobody sees me acting like "Auntie Jack", I will get laughed out of the BURLY HE MAN GELDING CLUB. If I don't figure things out soon I will have to call in some back-up.
This is what I had to say when we first moved in. I was lodging a bit of a twerpy attitude. I hope you notice that I still have on the "flea collar", but I am slowly ripping it by rubbing it on things...I will be rid of it soon.
Enjoy your day and don't forget to hug your DOR

PS-there is a new rescue at the ranch. He arrived Sunday evening, I will tell you about him tomorrow. The DOR was so upset about the shape of this horse she wanted to give his owner a big ol appy hoof upside the head BAM!