I've asked mom about Serena boarding at our barn and she's fine with it. Serena will come tomorrow, but today, is Smokes birthday. After getting changes into my black breeches and a maroon polo shirt, I go out to the barn to feed.
After feeding I decide what I'm going to do today. First off, I'll muck out the stalls and prepare one for Serena's horse named Prince. When that's done, I water all of the horses and put Chex and Maddie out.
I take Smoke out and start lunging him in the arena. He's so easy to lunge now. I've also been long-reigning with him. I'm going to put a saddle on him today. I grab my pink saddle pad and saddle, then put it on him.
When I send him off at a trot, he start to buck. I change direction to keep his mind off of it. He eventually calms down. He has a steady trot and barely even knows that the saddle's on him anymore.
I call him in and take the saddle off. He searches for a carrot and eventually pulls one out of my pocket. I laugh and rub his forehead. My mom comes out and takes my saddle and saddle pad away, while I put him in his stall.
"He seemed to do pretty well out there, considering it was his first time with a saddle on." mom says to me. I nod and go to bring Chex in. I groom him and tack him up for a trail ride. When I get on, he rears up.
When he stops, my mom is practically by my side trying to get me off. I refuse, although this is odd for him. "I don't know what's wrong." I say, "He's never acted like this."
Something was wrong. Maybe, he just needs to walk it out. I push him on along the trail. He's been jumping at everything, even a lizard. He never acts like this at all. I wonder what's wrong with him. He was fine this morning, when I put him out.
This cannot be good.
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High Hopes
General FictionHaley loves horses, but she grew up in New York City, so she could never own one. But when she finds out that she's moving to Tennessee it's a dream come true. She plans on starting a horse rescue. Haley definitely has some high hopes.
