At 10:00 the boss's partner asked if the boss had mentioned that they need to be ready at 11, as in groomed like for a show day. Jill said “so, not braided but just hoof polish and show sheen?” as calmly as she could, realizing that with a horse to cool out in between, she was going to have about 20 minutes per traveler, max.
Fintastic would not get on the new trailer without a hassle. She felt they needed someone standing at the edge of the ramp to keep him straight and drive him on, not someone with a nippy dog coming up behind him while he was led, and sending him off sideways even faster, but nobody asked her opinion. She tried to help anyway, with the vocal commands that he listens so well to, saying Walk On, but soon the boss was back from the second ride and asked Jill to take the horse and get it put away as quickly as possible.
Thankfully KC mr. spookster his oneself, followed her right on the trailer with no fuss no muss. And, just as she was asking what else she could do to help, she got in trouble, by the returning boss, right before they left, because, apparently, when the boss says 11 it means 11, not 10 past.
Jill was told she should have been over there helping Jim with his horses, so he could have been at the truck earlier.
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It would come to pass eventually that Jill was the only one the difficult loaders would follow on. And she would be the one they would come to for tips.
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