Let me start by apologizing for any typos, I’m writing this on a touch screen and my stable is rather dark.

It has come to my attention in recent months that I have become a bit of a joke. That’s fine, I have a thick coat. What is more troubling is that people seem genuinely angry at my mere existence. I’ve been booed, jeered and ranted about on your televisions. Many humans seem deeply invested in me. I don’t like that.

I’m just a horse, I didn’t ask for any of this, this is just my job and in this economy you take what you can get and hold on to it as tightly as possible. Do I want to be a dancing horse? Think about that question for a second. How many horses do you know love dancing like humans? When was the last time you heard someone just back from Chincoteague say, “Wow the wild horses were amazing! They were paying a tongue in cheek homage to the 70s with an Alvin Ailey inspired interpretation of the Hustle!”

Not that I’m complaining.

Is being a dancing horse better than winding up on an episode of "Animal Cops Houston"? You betcha’. How about a featured extra on "Luck"? Right again. Are you starting to get the picture? It’s a job, it keeps me sheltered, fed and groomed and that’s a lot better than lots of other horses have it right now.

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