So, this is the week of Pony Posse Hostile Takeover (as I like to call it). It started yesterday but I didn't to to the stable until today. OMG, it was not only Pony Posse, it was Pony Posse wanabe's too. Each Pony Posse member has been assigned a junior partner (they look to be ages 4-6).
Well, today apparently was lessons in grooming. I swear every pony in the place was crammed into the barn and in various stages of show grooming. Being bathed, body clipped, braided. Sadly, the REAL pony posse was doing all the work while the juniors ran through the barn screaming, doing cartwheels, etc etc. The only adult I saw was busy body clipping a pony. It was complete Mahem.
Our tack lockers are basically cramed into what would have been a barn stall...a row on top, and a row on bottom on both sides facing each other and a 3 foot wide walkway in between that dead ends in the back so can only come and go on one side. Basically, there isn't enough room for more than 2 people to get between the 11 lockers (the trainer has 1 big one). So I'm trying to get my stuff out (I'm new so yay me, I have a bottom tack locker) and the lil mini posse kids keep coming one at a time making me move so they can get a piece of gum, 1 potato chip, a piece of candy, back and forth back and forth. They pass behind Cin every time..sometimes walking, skipping and even running. Sometimes rattling chip bags and candy wrappers....And then, one of the REAL pony posse goes to get some grooming supplies and she's followed by about 6 juniors. I was like "hey, is it really necessary for ALL of you to cram yourself in here?"
I had Cin tied to a post trying to goom and lil kids are running every where, screaming. The post is against a middle row of stalls so there is an isle on either side and it's blind to the horses tied because they can't see who is coming down the path at them.... all you know is you hear some little rug rat running, tripping, skipping, screeching......And Cin, ya gotta love him. He stood there quietly through the whole mess as if we were the only souls in the whole barn. Not a flinch, not a spook...nothing.
Did I mention that I really LOVE my horse and the fact that he can put up with sooooo much.