Cowboy, Take Me Away

(or, Better Late Than Never)

I think a fair number of you have already made the acquaintance of Horsey, the Sheriff Hobby Horse who believes he can rule the world. He popped up here and, against my better judgement, he is allowed a word or two if I'm running low. So I knew he had his fans. Even The Sheriff himself was unprepared for his Valentine's Day surprise, though. A bit of gentle blog reading turned into a riot when I clicked here. I called Horsey; he looked over my shoulder and then slid to the floor with a gentle thud. But he rallied quickly. He looked a little flushed, I thought, as he asked if the "googler" was working. He had things to check, he said. Stuff to do. People to see. And then he hopped off to Marks and Spencers. Under cover. In his false beard. Two fire alarms and a nasty incident in the linen cupboard later, and he said he was ready for his close-up.

As if his head wasn't big enough already.

With thanks to Deb, who made  this post entirely possible.