Howdy, partners.  It’s the Little Miss Cowgirl here.  I hope you’re all doin’ well, this right fine day.

So me and my trusty steed – Twinkle Toes, that is – were roaming the range the other day.
…Just soakin’ up some sun and enjoyin’ a bit of light reading.

…Because let me tell you, folks, “horsises” may be my preferred way of travel, but “choo choo trains” are a close second.  It’s the cowgirl way.

As Twinkle Toes trotted along, I got to thinkin’…There are gonna be some big changes happening at the Wright farmstead real darn soon.  Because in about 10 weeks, I’m gonna have to start sharing my wide open prairie with a new Little Cowboy.

Mommy and Daddy, the sheriffs in these here parts, got to see the Little Buckeroo about 2 weeks ago…

(His face, hidden behind his left arm and one of his feet)

The kindly doctor said my little brother was looking good.  He’s shootin’ to beat me in the weight department, but I ain’t scared.  I figure I already gotta leg up on him, what with me being so much older and all.

Nah, I figure we’ll get along just fine…just as soon as I teach him the ropes and get him out ridin’ on his own pony.  Because you know what they say…

“If you’re not makin’ dust, you’re eattin’ it.”

Well, Twinkle Toes and I best be moseying along.  Take care, ya hear?

YEE-HAW!