Jill was glad her marks in school were good. And, her horseness was good too. Her lovelife however was a mess. She didn't like being persued by so many guys at once, it made her feel creepy instead of popular. Meanwhile the guy she was hoping to spend more time getting to know was always on the phone or in a meeting or in Florida or otherwise somehow far away. The truth was she didn't even know yet if he was "available"!
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Jill had always had to admit that her little sister was always a good little rider. She wished she'd kept it up so they could spend more time together.
"Remember when that little green pony named blue ran back to the barn with her?" Jill's ole friend was reminiscing. To the bystanders that weren't there at the time Jill elaborated "He ran and ran and she tried valiantly the whole entire time to halt or at least slow him and didn't manage it. Though she was successful in staying on top of the unstoppable little guy! I can't remember what he even spooked at but he bolted on a hack all the way home and right into the barn and right into his stall... who was in the barn then? For crying out loud, there she was on his back right inside. Hilarious eh?"
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"He's quite an independent horse." the owner's surprise surprised Jill so she went on. "I've never known one so actually calmly interested in each adventure around him." They were all agreed how hound-like in his interest in scent was. And, Jill had already been pointing out his unusual willingness to drink from strange water sources. He never seemed to get tired! She thought he would make the text book endurance horse. And, that he needed a pet! The way he looked forward to the corner of the hayfield where the neighbour's dog had jumped the fence at him, that time, reminded her of how he looked for the cat at the barn! No kidding.
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Jill saw the dogs running and barking at them a good distance away but they were coming fast. one chocolate lab and one gold? surely they were used to horses? a split second later she realized there was a fence and thought it was time to release the heart up in her throat.
You weren't supposed to run from a dog. you were supposed to stand your ground and stare it down, turning always to face it. it was like she told the cats, the dog can't chase you if you don't run! she'd never had much luck with that idea on horseback though, and fortunately had met only friendly, controllable dogs or one that her horse could indeed outrun (against Jill's instruction).
Then, as the dogs reached the barrier, and slowed down, one stopped and the big one jumped and cleared it. The compact chesnut horse tood at Jill's command. She was impressed. He was spooked yes, but he remained obedient and seemed curious! And then, the dog stopped too.
And Jill didn't know what to do next.
Blink blink, they all just stared at each other.
Till Jill had the invention to r u n at the dog. And gave the horse the aids to move forward, to trot on.
AND THE HORSE DID IT! Straight toward the canine. And, the dog turned and ran off.
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"My new theory about how he gets urine on the lid of and walls of the litter box is that he half lays down in the litter box to pee. That's how he gets urine on the lid of the boxprobably because of the way he had to recover from surgery by dragging himself across the kitchen floor like a kill deer of the back end, as he improved enough to finally move himself away from his water dish!" yikes. he would probably be the type of pet that would thrive in a bungalow, whereas the other one loved to race up and down the stairs..." Jill loved to stand around in the barn sharing every minute detail of each pet's movements, with people who seemed sincerely interested, ha. But, she wished the barn didn't smell so much like cat pee...ha.
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