Playing with Indian

I got to play with my friend Indian today. Indian's a Thoroughbred like me. He likes to run too so when we play, we run around a lot and we run really fast.

I didn't know I was going to play with Indian so when my mom put my halter on me and started leading me up the hill, I was mad. I had some hay snack left and I wanted to eat that and I didn't want to walk up the hill. I don't like hills unless I can run up them. That's fun. Walking up hills isn't fun at all. I get tired of it. Sparky was in the pasture right next to me and he nickered. I wanted to stay and see Sparky but instead Mom made me go up the hill.

But when we got to the top of the hill, I saw Indian and I was happy because I knew we were going to go play. We went to the jump arena. That's what Mom calls it. I don't know why. It's a big arena and it has all kinds of posts in it. They're kind of like trees but they're short and they don't have any leaves on them. They don't taste very good but I chew on them anyway. You never know when something might taste good.

The posts have fences in between them but they're stupid fences because you can go right around them. I don't know what kind of horse would be fooled by a fence like that. Me and Indian aren't. We run around them all the time except one time when I got excited I was running really fast and one of the fences was right in front of me and I jumped over it. I thought Mom would be mad but she laughed and petted me and told me I was a Good Girl.

Sometimes the fences are lying on the ground. Mom calls them Poles and she makes me walk and trot over them. I don't know why. It's easy so I do it. Sometimes it's fun because I have to be careful where I put my feet. It's like a game. I like games.

Me and Indian ran and ran today. We rolled too, both of us. That felt good. You never see people rolling. I don't know why. Rolling feels better than anything. Especially when the flies are bothering you and you're all sweaty and itchy. I like rolling in the big arena with the roof on it. That one has dirt in it that's not like other dirt. It's like little tiny pieces of sticks and when you roll, you can get all the way over because it's soft and deep. And it's really scratchy.

I got all sweaty and tired and so did Indian. Then we walked around and sniffed noses and stuff. I like Indian. He's my best friend except for Sparky. When it was time to go, I didn't want to leave him and go back to my stall. I had to go down the hill. Going down the hill isn't so bad but it's sad when you have to leave your friend.

Mom washed me off though and that was nice. I like being washed off. It feels good and I get to drink out of the hose. I like drinking out of the hose. I like drinking out of Mom's bottles too. She lets me. I put my head up and she puts it in my mouth so I can drink. It's really cold and tastes good. I like cold water.

She gave me another hay snack too and let me eat the whole thing so I wasn't mad anymore. Mom is pretty nice sometimes.