I felt lots better today. I wasn't cranky at all. In fact, I was in a really good mood and I had a fun time with Mom. She didn't ride me today but she did take me to the Round Pen to lunge. I was a really Good Girl and did everything she asked me to. I even changed direction the right way - sometimes I can be fussy about that. But today I was in a good mood and it was fun to just run around. I had so much fun that after a while, Mom took off my halter and lunge line and just let me run around on my own. That was even better because I could put my head right down and race and buck and play. It felt good.
It reminded me of one time a long time ago when I lived in my other stall, the one I had before I moved in next to Kia. It was the cold and rainy time and I had a nice fluffy winter coat. I was more of a baby then - I was still only 4. One day Mom took me for a walk and we went up the trail a little way. I hadn't been up there too much before and it was very exciting for me so I was kind of dancing and twirling a little bit. Mom just talked to me nicely and told me it was okay and then I'd stop and stand with my head up high, looking all around. It was all new to me and I wasn't sure if it was safe.
There was a lady on the hill and she had one of those box things that people carry around and put in front of their faces. I don't know what they are but they like to point them at horses or people and lots of times they say things like, "Put your ears forward, Bella" and "Look over here, Bella" so I think they can see through them. Mom says they're taking pictures but I don't know what that means. I know what pictures are but I don't know what they have to do with that box thing.
Anyway, this lady had a picture box but it was a big one and it was on top of a bunch of sticks that she set up on the ground. There were three sticks and they were almost as tall as she was and then the picture box. It was a strange configuration but that's how it was. She was a nice lady and her and my mom started talking. It turned out she was Poco's mom - I'd never seen her before because it was mostly his dad who took care of him and rode him. With me, it's my mom and my dad only comes to see me sometimes but with Poco it was the other way around.
She said all the usual nice things about me - about how I was so pretty and cute - and told my mom that she liked to take pictures and could she take some of me. So Mom said yes and brought me to the Gremlin Arena and turned me out and Poco's mom followed me around with her box for a while.
I really wanted to get a good look at that box so I kept coming over to her and trying to sniff it and she'd laugh and Mom would shoo me away with her lunge whip and try to get me to run. I was frisky and wanted to but I also wanted to visit and it was hard to make up my mind. But I guess she managed to take a lot of pictures and she sent them to my mom who told me that I was a model now. I don't know what that means but it sounded like it was a good thing.
The picture at the top is one of the ones she took. I like it. You can see how frisky I was and how much fun I was having. You can also see that I was still kind of young. I think I look a lot older and more like a grown up horse now. I'm very fluffy in the picture - I wish I had a summer coat because it would be more tidy but you need that extra fur in the cold weather.
I was thinking about all that today when I was running around because I look pretty now. I have my sleek summer coat and it's shiny and healthy and I have dapples. Plus I've filled out since last year - I'm not so scrawny and weedy as I was then, and I have more muscle and stuff. Mom had a hard time keeping my ribs from showing back then because no matter how much I ate, I was growing so fast I couldn't keep any weight on. Now I'm nice and round. So I was wishing Poco's mom could see me now and could take some more pictures of me because I bet they'd be nice. My mom uses her box sometimes but Poco's mom is a professional. That means she knows how to do it right.
I think I'd like to be a model if it means running around and having fun while someone called you pretty and took pictures of you with a box.
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