they each seemed happy in their paddock when she got there. but, any weight gain they may have made was lost to her eye.
she cried in the grassy ring, knowing she could not follow her little riding buddy, where ever he was going next. she could not buy him, part board him or otherwise rescue him, keep him or be associated with the bill payer's irresponsible conduct any longer. she was frustrated about many of the decisions being made for his well being anyway so maybe it was all just as well. what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her? what about him???
he followed her around from jump to jump while she paced in there, and he ducked his head under her arm. he was used to following her around as she set jumps before mounting. they walked together and she rested her arm in the warmth between his ears and it was good quality time.
jill wondered if it was possible to find a SPONSOR to foot the bills. or to provide another horse to ride...
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at work jill had talked to a rider about the farrier's escapade with her grey mare. Jill had seen him unnessarily beat/discipline an unpopular horse at a former employers. The bosses there had looked on while he did so, today, Jill's boss was off the property.
"so, he whacked her, and i heard it and i heard the scramble afterwards. i knew he shouldn't have done it - she is not a horse that likes to be bullied."
"no she is not. so, what did she do, rear up, break both cross ties and escape?"
"i dunno, but she came cantering out the big barn door completely naked, like with no halter on. i could picture her running all 50 grassy acres but i just opened my arms wide, and said whoa (with easy at the end of the lead shank). and she stepped, actually stopped into my arms, like i am a freakin' horse whisperer or something. you should have seen it! the blacksmith was in the doorway, gesturing with a lead shank and offerring to bring me some tools."
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