The past couple of days have been better than the last time I blogged. I was in a bad mood that day. Yesterday and today were kind of nice though. My mom was able to spend more time with me and I like that. It gets lonely being in a stall all the time with no one to talk to except stupid horses. I like to see my mom and do fun things with her. I'm just that kind of horse.
She came out nice and early though both days and we had some fun. She groomed me really well and played some cookie games with me where I get to sniff at her pocket and nose it and nibble at it and then she pulls out a cookie and gives it to me. That's a nice game.
I still can't go out for walks or turnout but Mom did say my leg is looking better so that's good. I know she just wants what's best for me. I just get kind of upset sometimes.
Yesterday, Mom was cleaning my stall while I was eating my alfalfa dinner. It was nice being together like that. She was talking to me and telling about things and I was munching my hay. I didn't used to like having anyone in my stall when I was eating. I'd get pretty fussy and put my ears back and act all mean and stuff, and sometimes I'd kick at the walls or swish my tail. Mom didn't like that at all and she didn't put up with it. She let me know that behavior like that is NOT Manners and that I had to learn to be good. So I did and now she sometimes pets and kisses me while I'm eating and I don't mind a bit. I know she's not going to take away my food or eat it or give it to another horse. I just didn't know that before.
She even put my bandages on while I was eating. While she did it, she was telling me that her and Sparky's mom were going to go see a movie about a racehorse named Secretariat. I'm not really sure what a movie is but she explained that it was like the stories she tells only you can see it all happening. Like I can see myself on that little box of hers that she aims at me all the time, only the movie moves. That's why it's called a movie.
It didn't make a lot of sense to me but the story sounded interesting because it was about a racehorse and I used to be a racehorse. And this horse won the Triple Crown and my great grandfather won the Triple Crown. That makes him just as good as Secretariat. And it makes me just as good too because he was my great grandfather. So I'm pretty special. But I knew that anyway because my mom tells me I am all the time.
Anyway, she was happy that they were going to do that and today she told me they did and it was very good and the horse was pretty (but not as pretty as me). He was a chestnut horse like Sparky so that's nice. I love Sparky and he's very pretty. I bet he'd be a good racehorse too because he likes to run fast. We sometimes pretend to be racehorses together when we get turned out. That's lots of fun. I wish we could get turned out now.
Spark's mom was with my mom today so she had Spark tied near me while my mom took care of my leg and gave me my hay snack. Poor Spark had some ticks on him. Ticks are nasty little bugs that bite horses and they like the pasture horses because they live out there with them. I don't get ticks very often but Spark does. His mom always checks him carefully and pulls them off but today he had a nasty sore on his chin because he'd had a couple there. He's so good though - he just stood nice and still while his mom cleaned it up and made sure all the ticks were gone. It took some time because it was all matted up but he didn't complain at all.
I have to admit, I wouldn't be that good. I was eating my hay and Cocoa was making faces at him but he still behaved himself. He didn't like it but his mom asked him to be good so he did. My mom asks me to be good a lot but lots of times I'm not. I try to be but I just can't seem to behave like him. I guess I'm just a bad horse.
I wasn't very good when Mom was trying to put my bandage back on. The hay truck was coming - I could tell because the horses were all whinnying, telling each other about it like we do - and I was sick of standing still, so I kept moving around and picking up my leg and fidgeting. Mom finally got mad and whacked me on the butt and yelled at me so I was a little better and she got it done and moved me out of the way before the truck came by with my alfalfa. I was better for the other leg because I had some food to eat. I like to eat.
She still gave me cookies though, and a cough drop. And she brought me my nice bucket dinner with carrots in it and she petted me and told me she loves me like she always does. So I guess she doesn't mind that I'm bad. I love my mom.
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