Dude --- You're in Charge

Quaker, dude! Just wanted to let you know Dad and I are headed over to the dry, sunny part of the state for a few days of camping.

I plan to sleep in late, cook huge breakfasts and eat everything. I'll hang out near or on the lake, snatch some bass and read the last book in the Twilight series. I'll ride my new bike around the park and hike back to the old homestead if the rattlesnakes don't get me first. More than anything though, I plan to relax. Except, of course, when I'm roasting marshmallows for my s'mores. Can't relax then, oh no! It takes the utmost concentration to get those mallows just the right shade of brown with the inside ooey-gooey and not to torch the suckers!



So, while we're gone, since you have seniority on the place, you're in charge. I know, I know...you're the smallest horse here. But you stand a mighty 31 inches at your shoulders and you have a command presence about you. That should be good enough to hold you for the next 4 days.

If not --- kick 'em, hard....in the ankles.