I don't have a clue why, my name was OT, like short for hot, 'ot and it worked well enough, but now they seem to call me Gibbs, or Mr Gibbs, which is just one of the very odd things that have happened to me this summer. (I know that the strange one has been telling her side of the story, but this is my side, but I may let her join in later)
They tell me I was born in a barn, a PMU barn, whatever that is, I don't remember much of those days, but a nice guy who was always there seemed to spend a lot of time talking to my momma, and then one day he just took me home. I lived with him and his humans until June this year, I let his kids ride me, went and helped them chase cows, and other stuff, but they were always in such a **** hurry, don't know why people are always in a hurry.
Then these strange women turned up one day, the strange one, and the one who seemed to know what she was doing, they took me out of my nice dry lot, away from my pony friend, and put me in this strange trailer. I'm used to nice sensible cattle trailers, nice open airy boxes, but this one, well it was like a coffin on wheels, and I didn't like it. The females seemed to be very insistent that I got in, so to keep them happy I jumped in. The fact that they were pulling me forward, and someone batted me on the butt had nothing to do with it, I was getting there.
We went for a drive to a strange place, and the strange one put some tack on me, and then walked me into this place like a big dry lot, only cleaner, and had letters on the fence, and odd bits of fencing in the middle, brightly colored, but not much use, you could just walk round them. The strange one got on, and the sensible one was talking to her a lot, and I got the idea she wanted me to walk around, and then we trotted, and then she was asking for a lope, I think, the strange one wasn't being clear, and I wasn't going to put the effort in unless someone was sure they actually wanted to lope, I would hate to go fast by mistake.
I'm not sure what happened next, they put me in the coffin again, still not keen, and took me back to the dry lot, it was good to be back with teh pony. Then the strange one went into the house and a lot later she came out again, and what do you know they wanted me BACK IN THE COFFIN, I wish people could make up their mind. I really didn't want to go back in again, but then I saw the man walking around the corner carrying a lasso so I thought it best to get in the coffin. I was in it a lot longer this time and when I got out there was a different dry lot, and no pony, but there was a horse I could talk to through the fence, so it wasn't so bad.
More to come....