Post by Anastasie Chevalier on Nov 17, 2014 14:24:10 GMT -8
Pushing her cell phone in her pocket, and writing in large letters on the white board she had in her office for notes that she was heading out to the pastures, Anastasie left her office and headed down to the tack room to grab Cedar's halter and twelve foot rope from his locker, and then she grabbed her helmet just for the fun of it. THen, with a bounce in her step, she made her way out to the pastures.
Arriving at the largest of the five pastures, she leaned on the gate as she looked over at the two bay horses that lived in there full time. The Selle Français mare was rugged up against the autumn chill, her owner obviously worried that the mare could catch a chill. Her own gelding however, was already showing the signs of a thick winter coat, she didn't bother rugging him until the snows started - Cedar had a habit of going through rugs like most people did underwear if he could get away with it.
Letting herself into the pasture, she walked toward the horses, stopping when Cedar's head flew up, he took one look at her and walked the opposite direction. With a shake of her head, Ana walked back to the gate, where she placed helmet and rope, and then walked in Cedar's direction again. When he tossed his head and picked up a trot, she picked up her own pace and cut the gelding off, sending him in the opposite direction. She kept this game up for a while, keeping him moving in the direction she wanted him to go, until Cedar finally dropped to a walk, lowered his neck so that his nose was almost brushing the ground and turned toward her, though he didn't move in her direction. Dropping her energy, she turned so she was standing side-on to the gelding, giving him permission to approach, and smiled when she heard him approach. ""There's a good boy." She finally spoke as she slipped the rope halter over his nose and flicked the rope over his neck. "Let's go play." She turned and walked back to the gate, not bothering to hold the halter, and Cedar happily kept pace with her, his nose butting against her back every now and then.
Arriving at the largest of the five pastures, she leaned on the gate as she looked over at the two bay horses that lived in there full time. The Selle Français mare was rugged up against the autumn chill, her owner obviously worried that the mare could catch a chill. Her own gelding however, was already showing the signs of a thick winter coat, she didn't bother rugging him until the snows started - Cedar had a habit of going through rugs like most people did underwear if he could get away with it.
Letting herself into the pasture, she walked toward the horses, stopping when Cedar's head flew up, he took one look at her and walked the opposite direction. With a shake of her head, Ana walked back to the gate, where she placed helmet and rope, and then walked in Cedar's direction again. When he tossed his head and picked up a trot, she picked up her own pace and cut the gelding off, sending him in the opposite direction. She kept this game up for a while, keeping him moving in the direction she wanted him to go, until Cedar finally dropped to a walk, lowered his neck so that his nose was almost brushing the ground and turned toward her, though he didn't move in her direction. Dropping her energy, she turned so she was standing side-on to the gelding, giving him permission to approach, and smiled when she heard him approach. ""There's a good boy." She finally spoke as she slipped the rope halter over his nose and flicked the rope over his neck. "Let's go play." She turned and walked back to the gate, not bothering to hold the halter, and Cedar happily kept pace with her, his nose butting against her back every now and then.