Za “family business”

I’ve been in several shedrows in several countries, but zis one is different. Here, zere is less people milling around. Not so much “boss” or “gov’ner” zat people answer to. Here, zere is za American trainer and ze Irish jockey and I zink zey are married, and in za shedrow zey seem to change who is in charge. Being French, I am automatically qualified to talk on the subject of love and romance, I mean, Paris is where romance was born, no? Let me tell you, a shedrow wiz a married couple in it is fun. For all za laughing and joking zey normally do, I can get zese two to, how you say, “bicker?” whenever I please. I love drama and zere is nothing more entertaining zen watching humans get all wound up. And it is so easy! For instance, if Herbie and I are galloping along next to each other, I can say “Herbie, watch zis” and I scoot in front of Herbie and zen give a buck or two. Well, zey go mad! Za jockey says “keep zat pony up here wiz me” and za trainer say “I was wiz you, you’re supposed to stay at my zroatlatch”. And zen when we pull up zey yip yip yip za whole walk home and Herbie and I smile at each ozer and we pick grass. It’s so much fun. I can also get zem upset by taking off za silly zings zey insist on putting on me. Za rubber domes zey put around my hooves everyday before I can go out in my paddock- I wait until zey are walking by and I stand wiz one of zem in my mouth and shake my head. Za trainer says “did you pepper Freddy’s bell boots?” Za jockey says “yes”. Za trainer says “well you didn’t put enough on”. Za jockey says “well then tomorrow you can put zat horrible stuff on yourself”. And so on… Hee, hee, hee. I zink we all know who trains who around here.