Little sweetie

'Come, sweetie, you come with me.' I tell my horse. 'Come little sweetie! Kom maar, lieve meid! Kom maar met me mee.'.

This is what grown-ups say to their children, and now my horse is my child.

When I drink my bottle, I have my little routine. Recently I have added a feature to my routine: I belt myself in. But I have always wanted a soft animal in my arms, while drinking. Whoever was closest, shared the bottle.