This is the view from my office window.  The frantic white horse that has literally carved a path in the ground from his pacing is White Horse.  I’m sure he actually has a name, I just don’t know what it is so I call him White Horse. 

Don’t tell me you can’t see the path he’s frantically pounded with his pacing.  You may wonder why he’s frantically pacing when he has a full 5+ acre lot that he could frolic in.  See White Horse is obsessed with my niece’s horse Guido.

Here’s Guido completely ignoring crazy White Horse.  Guido is happily enjoying the neighbor’s yard and the peace and quiet he has between his pen here and the large open space in the neighbor’s yard.  He really doesn’t care about crazy White Horse and his need to be near him.

But,  don’t let Guido fool you.  If White Horse decides to go visit Brown Horse and Oreo (the horses on the other side of the fence) then Guido’s the one standing at the fence feeling lonely.

Again, I don’t know Brown Horse and Oreo’s real names, they are just brown and black with a white belly thus Brown Horse and Oreo.  It sure would be nice if they could all play together but no, there’s a plot of land between them that only White Horse can cross which gives him all the power.

Can you tell life in my office is interesting?