Mom gave me wormer today. Yuck! If you've never had wormer, it comes in a long tube and the horse doctor or your mom or another person squirts it into your mouth. It's thick and strange feeling and you end up making faces and trying to get it off your tongue for a long time afterward. And everything you eat tastes like wormer for a while.
I don't know why people insist on giving horses wormer but they do. And you have to behave yourself and let them even if you don't want to. That's part of being a Good Horse. It's like standing still for the Shoe Man. There are some things that aren't much fun that just go along with being a horse.
When my back feet were bothering me, Mom made me stand with one of them in a bucket of warm water for the longest time. When she finally let me take that one out, she'd put the other one in! I didn't like it much at all. It felt really weird and it was boring to just stand there. I'd pull my foot out and then Mom would put it right back in. We did that over and over again. I finally got so that I'd keep it in there pretty well but I still tried to take it out now and then. I just couldn't help it. And I still don't know why she made me do it.
At least it didn't hurt. Sometimes we have to get Shots. That's when the horse doctor pokes you with sharp things and then gives you cookies. I don't know why they can't just give me the cookies without poking me but I guess it's some kind of game. I always stand really pretty so they give me more cookies and tell me how pretty I am. They also like to poke their little stick in my butt. That's weird, too. It doesn't really hurt but it does feel funny. Horse doctors do some funny stuff but I still like mine. He knows my name and pets me a lot.
Sometimes we have to work when we really don't feel like it. Like if we're tired or lazy or just want to stand in the shade instead of go for a ride. Even so, we have to do it. That's because it's our job. Kia says that it's an honor to be a person's partner. I like to be my mom's partner but sometimes I don't feel like working that hard. And sometimes I feel like running really fast and she doesn't want me to. I have to do what she says, not what I want. That's really, really hard to do sometimes.
Not that I'm complaining. I don't mind doing all this stuff or being a Good Girl even when it's hard. I'm glad I'm a horse. I can't imagine how hard it would be to be some other kind of animal. Sparky says some animals don't have people to take care of them, like the deer and the coyotes. I feel sorry for them. I bet they don't ever get cookies or have nice beds to sleep in. I'd rather be a horse. Even if it does mean I have to eat wormer.
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