I got Baby Girl.
Today, I went out there with my cousin. I was going to let him ride a horse, and my BO suggested I use Baby Girl. So I put him on her and everything was going GREAT. We were in a round pen and I had him walk and gait her. Well... He suddenly fell off and took the saddle with him. He fell and landed in the sand, fine. But Baby Girl had the saddle between her legs and started running around the pen, scared out of her mind. I stood calmly in the center (I wasn't actually calm, I can assure you), talking to her.
The BO rushed over to help. Baby Girl saw her and crashed into the gate, somehow breaking the lock and getting it opened. Not wanting her to get away, I longed at her and grabbed a rein.
More dear had three out of four legs scraped up. Not badly, but enough to make her unrideable for a day or two. I took her over to the wash rack and ran cold water over the legs.
I was traumatized
. It was mine fault for not checking the girth and now she was hurt... I thought her owner was going to MURDER me. The BO assured me it was okay... She was fine. Just a little beat up and scared.
So, I leave the barn after treating her and go to my grandparents to eat Christmas Eve dinner. Then I get a call about sundown. My dad called and said the BO wanted me to go to the barn right away. I was freaked. I thought she had died or something... Maybe that apple I gave her before I left chocked her...
Then I arrive to find her in her stall. Red ribbons were tied to the bars and all the lights were on. I was confused at first, then my parents stepped out of the tack room and pointed to towards a little gift bag.
I opened it up and inside were halter tags that read,
Owner: Jackie M.
And than I realized she was mine.
I was so happy I started crying. Best. Christmas. EVER.