Right now he is sitting alone in his field, with a small patch of grass eaten away infront of him. We have to mow the rest, otherwise it'll grow too high and start chaffing his shoulders. We bought him three years ago from an old man with a pipe in his mouth. It was a very good purchase and we have never had any complaints, although, the old man did try and sell us a extended warranty. We know all about extended warranties from seeing Watchdog with Anne Robinson that one time.

My horse is a male, but his name is Josephine. I don't know exactly why this is. I think that it is a silly name for a horse, especially a man horse, but I never say this when I am around him. I think a much better name for my horse would be Johnathon.

My horse likes being stroked and patted and taken out and about. We can't afford a horse box and so to avoid him falling over or rolling about we usually just attach him to our roof rack. He likes that very much, even more so when we go down the motorway. We have to stop every few miles however, to scrape the flies from his face.

My job is to feed him. It is a job that comes with a lot of responsibility. If I don't feed him, or feed him the incorrect type of food, such as gravel or nails, he might die. I like to feed him hay and carrots and rice and mints. Although he especially likes been fed mints. I have to be careful not to let him gobble up too many though, as the vet has warned me that they will make his tummy poorly.

Sometimes the local thugs from the village down the road, break into the field and tease my horse with sugar cubes and prosthetic limbs. They try and get him so excited that he falls over on his side. When he falls over they laugh at him until he cries. Horses only cry when they are very sad.

My horse isn't very sad today though, as we are taking him to the West Yorkshire Disabled Horse Centre. He looks forward to going to the horse centre very much because he can see all his disabled horse friends there. There are many "physically disadvantaged" horses at the horse day centre. There is a horse with no tail, a horse with no ears, one without any nostrils or a bottom, there is a horse without any hair and there is even a horse with no name. Josephine's best friend has a name though, because it is Brent. Brent cannot walk, just like Josephine, but he has ingrowing legs instead of just none.

Josephine and Brent met on their first day at the West Yorkshire Disabled Horse Centre. They were sat next too each other and just seemed to click. My mum said that they were talking to each other in horsey language. I laughed at her, my mum can be a big silly head sometimes. Ever since that day we have always sat Josephine and Brent together and put them on the same team when it is time to play games. Their favourite games are badminton and Connect 4.

After we have dropped Josephine off at the centre, we will go home to get some lunch. I am going to have chips and fish fingers and beans. Then we will go to the cinema to watch James Bond. After all this it will be time to pick Josephine up. Once Josephine has said goodbye to everyone, we shall have to go see Old Robert for the last time. Old Robert is a very old horse and is going to be put down tomorrow because he was naughty and made a poo on one of the other horses while they were asleep. It always makes me sad to see horses who have to be put down, but it makes me even sadder to see naughty horses. Naughty horses surely are my least favourite type of horse.

When we get home, I will take Josephine off the roof rack with my Dad's fork-lift truck and set him down in his field. Sometimes he likes me to take him for a little ride around the field. I make the forks go up and down so that he feels like a Unicorn flying in the air. One time the fork-lift broke down as it was right at the top with Josephine on it. He was stuck up there for two days because Dad kept on forgetting to ring the mechanic. I'm sure he didn't mind though. My horse is very understanding like that.

Once he is in the field I will probably leave him alone to graze. I will go inside and watch the quiz shows. I like to try and guess the answers on the quiz shows and pretend that I am winning lots of prizes and cars and holidays. Sometimes I forget that I am only pretending and make myself very disappointed when the woman at the airport tells me I didn't win the prize. If there aren't many quizzes on then I might have time to go outside and put a blanket on Josephine to keep him warm. It is very important to keep your horse warm and cosy so that he doesn't get a runny nose. I often make a joke with my parents that if Josephine had legs he could walk into the house and sit infront of the fire and watch the quiz shows too. Although when I say this, I am usually sent to my room.