Join Date: Aug 2013
Location: Here, There, Everywhere
• Horses: 0
She sidesteps to the door when Abigail tries to put a bridle on her. Envy eyes the vicious double bit. "Seriously Abby, a double bit? For jumping?" Jake says skeptically. "Uh, yeah my groom was supposed to switch it," Abigail says and blushes. "Richard!" She yells and storms out. "Yikes, talk about a little white lie," Jake comments. I just nod my head. I scratch Envy underneath his forelock, his favorite spot. "I'm going to start grooming," I say. I turn and head toward the tack room at the end of the building. As I enter, I turn left and I lift my tack bag from underneath my jumping saddle. I exit and walk across the aisle to my Arabian's stall. "Hi pretty boy," I say to the black stallion as I enter. I sigh. He's lost a lot of weight, again. "How come you always lose weight, huh? You too active? Should I lock you up in your stall?" I murmur. The horse throws up his head. "Oh, I'm just kidding. I'll never do that," I say. "Dream's looking like, well a dream," Jake says. I turn around to face him. "Yep, except for his weight, and when he is underweight, he looks like a skinny donkey," I joke. Jake grins. "Ok, you saddle Warrior's Dream," he says with mock superiority. "And I'll go saddle ol' Nippy," he says and heads away. Jake has a bay rescue horse that he calls Nippy. The BO thinks that he has a lot of thoroughbred in him, and he sure has a nice build. I finish grooming Dream and I fetch his saddle. "Ok, now hold still," I say to Dream. He moves around a bit, but after a few minutes he gives up and stands still. I saddle him and I lead him out of the barn. Jake is waiting just outside. I mount and together we ride down to the cross country course, chatting the whole way.
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