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My RL riding diary: Just someone to blame
15 years ago
Humans are evil. All of them are. And there is no way for me to deny it.
At least from Alison's point of view. You already know by reading my journal that Ali is no morning person. Usually I arrive at the stable at 7:30am which is much too early for Madame. She gets her morning hay at 6:30am so how can I be so insolent to even think that she might have finished it by the time I come waltzing in?
So you see, my presence at that time of the day alone is enough to react annoyed. But today she was super-duper-extra annoyed with a little cherry on top. Oh, don’t get me wrong. She generously accepted my scratching and petting at the places she loves so much. In fact this is our little warm up for I learned (by pure chance) that she accepts the surcingle much better when I massage her chest muscles first. Women...
But as soon as I got out the brushes she made it a game to avoid me as best as she could. And when my riding instructor eventually arrived I eventually learned what was wrong: Yesterday she forced all her horses to swallow their anthelmintic therapy. And it tatses just awful to the gourmet tounge of a horse.
No wonder why Ali was in a baaad mood.
Right... All humans are evil. And I was there to take the blame.
At least from Alison's point of view. You already know by reading my journal that Ali is no morning person. Usually I arrive at the stable at 7:30am which is much too early for Madame. She gets her morning hay at 6:30am so how can I be so insolent to even think that she might have finished it by the time I come waltzing in?
So you see, my presence at that time of the day alone is enough to react annoyed. But today she was super-duper-extra annoyed with a little cherry on top. Oh, don’t get me wrong. She generously accepted my scratching and petting at the places she loves so much. In fact this is our little warm up for I learned (by pure chance) that she accepts the surcingle much better when I massage her chest muscles first. Women...
But as soon as I got out the brushes she made it a game to avoid me as best as she could. And when my riding instructor eventually arrived I eventually learned what was wrong: Yesterday she forced all her horses to swallow their anthelmintic therapy. And it tatses just awful to the gourmet tounge of a horse.
No wonder why Ali was in a baaad mood.
Right... All humans are evil. And I was there to take the blame.
