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Post by hulachowdown on Nov 17, 2007 16:26:24 GMT -5
Mud,blood and dust covered my pelt, It was the most uncomfortable ever.
She dropped and rolled trying to get some dust out of her coat and mud out of her mane. How do you was around here, there is no river that I can see or smell she asked nipping at her back uncomfortably. She longed to stand in a river and feel the cool water run on her legs and lay down in the shallows of the river watching the foals play.
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Post by ღFreedom|Believerღ on Nov 17, 2007 20:12:36 GMT -5
Pickpocket looked at her.We have rivers' on trails,not here though..Pickpocket answered her,watchingas Katie approached the mare with a pink nylon halter.
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Post by hulachowdown on Nov 18, 2007 11:12:01 GMT -5
Mind over instinct
Her instincts told her to run away but her mind told her that it had to be ok since she had seem Pickpocket wearing one today and the day before and it didn't seem to hurt him. She stood there eyeing the pink thing . What ....is....that? she asked slowly.
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Post by ღFreedom|Believerღ on Nov 18, 2007 11:36:23 GMT -5
Pickpocket looked up at her hesitant words.It's a halter.Or,just a piece of cloth that goes over your head so Katie can lead you easier.
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Post by hulachowdown on Nov 18, 2007 11:39:36 GMT -5
And the breaking of the wild horse bagan.
But I would fallow her if she asked right, she doesn't need to put that on me she said with slight complaint. She stood there watching the girl carefully.
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Post by ღFreedom|Believerღ on Nov 18, 2007 11:43:15 GMT -5
Well,Yes.But does she know that?Pickpocket asked with matter of fact in his voice.Katie slipped the cloth over Winds head,grntly securing it.Good girl.She crooed,stroking Wind's neck tenderly.
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Post by hulachowdown on Nov 18, 2007 11:47:15 GMT -5
Standing still is the first lesson a horse learns
Her neck was tense under her hand. THe thing felt wierd on her nose and was rubbing the mud behind her ears. I guess not she said with a beaten tone.
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Post by ღFreedom|Believerღ on Nov 18, 2007 11:54:45 GMT -5
Katie walked forward,listening for the mare's falling hoove beats to follow.Katie hooked Wind in the cross ties,and gently,quietly began running the water,waiting for it to cool down.
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Post by hulachowdown on Nov 18, 2007 11:58:04 GMT -5
Water is a horse's best friend , and a rider's too, You can get any stain off with nice warm water with a bit of soap
She looked all around her totaly alert and shieing at everything on the way. Everything seemed new and not naturel to her. In the wash stall she shiffed the ground and walls carefully, it smelled all right. She saw the hose and the water and nickered to it. she wanted water on her so bad.Nice cool water.
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Post by ღFreedom|Believerღ on Nov 18, 2007 12:08:40 GMT -5
Katie let the water run down Wind's legs to get her used to it,then moved up to her rump and let it slid to her back.The mare's body darkened against the cool water.
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