That's what it's beginning to be. It's just that I don't do all that much so I save it all up to make a good post.
I'm still mostly hanging out in my stall but my mom has been taking me out for walks about every 3 or 4 days. That's nice. I really like it. For one thing, I get to roll in the dirt. I love to roll in my shavings but there's nothing like rolling in some nice, soft dirt. It feels so good! A couple of days ago, Mom came out with Sparky's mom and I got to walk with him in the Flat Arena. That was really nice because I haven't been able to do anything with Spark for a long, long time. We sniffed noses lots and visited and then I started sniffing him all over and he started sniffing around my tail and then I had to squeal at him. I don't think it's very nice when boys sniff around my tail.
Then we walked around and Mom had me do all my tricks for Spark and his mom. I showed them how I back up, and do pivots on my forehand (that's when I move my butt around in a circle but keep my front feet in one spot) and pivots on my hindquarters (that's when I move my front end around and keep my hind feet in one spot) and sidepasses (that's when I move my whole body sideways). And I showed them how I know how to touch anything Mom asks me to with my nose, and how I back up and all kinds of things. It's fun. I love to do my tricks.
I also got to visit with Chip for the first time in a long time. We were so happy to see each other. We sniffed noses and nibbled each other's necks and stuff. I love Chip. He's such a nice boy. He's always really gentle with me. I can't wait until I'm all better and we can get turned out together. My mom and his mom were talking about doing that when I had to go and get hurt.
That day me and Spark went out together, our moms were visiting and laughing and walking us and all of a sudden they started talking about what time it was. I don't really know what people are talking about when they say that. I mean, I know that my breakfast hay comes at a certain time, and my alfalfa comes at a certain time, but people talk about it all day long and I can't figure out what they mean. It wasn't any special time when they got excited about it. It wasn't even my morning nap time - I'd already had that. But suddenly they got all rushed and took Spark back to the pasture and me to my stall. Mom put a quick bandage on my leg and then off they went.
Well, I waited patiently for my mom to come back with my bucket dinner but all of a sudden, I heard her car start up and drive away! And there I was, stuck in my stall with NO bucket dinner! I thought, "Maybe she'll come back" and went out to my paddock to wait and look but time passed and no Mom. The guys came with my alfalfa and I ate it and still no bucket. I was mad! How could she go off and leave me without my bucket dinner? I need that dinner.
I was hungry all night. I searched around my stall for any little scrap of food I could find but there wasn't much. It was hard to sleep. What if she never came back? What if I never got another bucket dinner? I started thinking that maybe I should try to save a little bit of my hay every feeding just so I'd have something to live off of but when my grass hay came in the morning, I was so hungry that I ate it all. I just couldn't help it. I tried to take my nap but I couldn't stop thinking about my bucket dinner and whether or not I'd get one again. It was pretty awful.
Finally I heard my mom's car! I was so happy! I whinnied loudly so she'd know I was in my stall and she came and saw me and acted like nothing had ever happened. She gave me a nice hay snack which I eagerly devoured and put some nice cubes on my leg. My leg was a little swollen again - I'd been pacing and kicking in frustration. Well, I couldn't really help that now, could I?
Then she got to work cleaning my stall. I finished my hay snack and asked to come in and she let me but she soon got aggravated with me because I kept trying to play while she was cleaning my paddock. I couldn't help it. I wanted to know she still loved me so I kept following her around and nipping at her gently trying to get her to play the bite-face game. She did a little bit but then told me she had to clean but I just couldn't stop, so I tromped right up in front of her and stood on the pile of poop she was trying to pick up and reached over her shoulder and nipped.
She got mad then and told me to back up, so I nipped again thinking that maybe I'd get her to start playing but she just took my halter and put me inside my stall and shut the door to the paddock so she could finish up. That wasn't much fun at all. I was kind of mad and hurt and when she finally opened the door, I wouldn't even look at her. But then she petted me and asked me to do some of my tricks so I cheered up and we had a nice session of play with cookies. I felt a lot better then.
Spark's mom had been working him in the Round Pen all this time and then they put him back and got Jet out of the pasture. I was interested. Jet's not part of our family, after all. He's actually Cocoa's foal (well, he's not a foal anymore but she's his mom and she calls him her foal). Cocoa is a very nice mom horse. She's had lots of babies and she talks about them a lot. She loves having babies. Sometimes I wonder what that would be like. I can't imagine having a baby horse following you around all the time and having to take care of it. I wouldn't know how. And what if it ate my food? I wouldn't like that at all.
Anyway, my mom and Sparky's mom took Jet over to the tack boxes and groomed him and then I saw them in the Round Pen with him. It looked like they were teaching him how to free lunge. He just walked around a little bit with my mom walking with him and Spark's mom in the middle with the whip. I guess he's kind of dumb. I know how to free lunge. It's easy. You just go around and do what your mom says.
Well, they finally finished with him and brought him back to the pasture. I wasn't really anxious about my bucket dinner at that point because I knew my mom was still here. And sure enough, she came to my stall with a nice big bucket dinner, with lots of carrots in it. She'd given me an apple earlier and that was a nice treat. I don't get apples as often as I do carrots so they're kind of special. I sort of grabbed the whole thing and chomped it up and it was nice and juicy and tasty and I got juice all over the place. It was fun.
So I had a nice bucket dinner and Mom put a good wrap on my leg with medicine and I felt a lot better. So it was a good day.
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