"Well, I don't think this is normal," Teddy said looking at the mare, she was snorting and walking in circles.
It had been a few days and the vet would arrive later.
"You look at me like I know about broodmares."
"Yes, I do."
"I am the owner, not the babysitter."
"Well, I'm the jockey, not the breeder."
I grumble and look at the time.
"Look we only have to watch her for another 30 minutes till the vet gets here."
"God this was such a bad idea."
I roll my eyes and look at the mare again. She looked at me and nipped at my hand for treats.
"Do you have any treats."
"Nope."
Teddy pulled out a newspaper and flipped to the next page. I look up at the hay loft, still empty.
"Crap Teddy!"
"What?" He said looking up from the article.
"Do you know how bad it will look if we don't have any food for her!"
"Um, we say we are out?"
"Go get hay!"
"You go get hay!"
"You!"
"Fine."
"And other stuff."
"Hey!"
"I will pay you back, now go be quick!"
Teddy hoped off the ground and into his car, pulling the keys from the top of the sun visor and sped off. I looked at the time hoping he would be quick enough. I paced around the isle if the vet came and found nothing to care of Queenie with we would both be in deep trouble. Teddy came speeding back.
"Where is the hay?!"
"Crap."
"God Teddy, what did you get?!"
"Halter, lead rope, other things...."
I ran my hand through my hair.
"Just dump the stuff and get hay."
Teddy nodded and I tossed him keys to my truck since he had the trailer still on it. I started to organize things to make his tack room look presentable. Queenie brought her head over the stall door to get a good look at me as I worked. It looked like Teddy started grabbing random things off the shelves because he got the three of the same curry comb. I shook my head.
"Hello?"
That must be the Vet. I looked at the stuff still scattered on the floor.
"Well, crap,"I muttered, I would have to come up with an excuse later.
"In here!" I yelled.
The Vet walked through the door and noticed the mess.
"Sorry for the mess, we are, uh, spring cleaning."
The Vet nodded and I ran my fingers through my hair.
"I am Doctor Jones, I will be taking care of your mare."
"Her name is is Queenie, you may know her as Call me Queen," I said smiling.
The Vet nodded and wrote that down, he looked up at the hay loft.
YOU ARE READING
The Horse By The Picket Fence
General Fiction"This is a long shot even by your standards." "Shut up I have a feeling about this one." Teddy sighed and looked at the broodmare. "I'm telling you even though her sire is Secretariat and the foals sire is . Who it again?" "Bay my Baby." "...
