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Hi. This will be where I keep track of all my animals plus the horses at the barn. Unfortunately, I don’t own a horse and probably never will (insert dramatic sobbing) because of the career I want to pursue. Heck, all I know how to do is groom, lead around, and a little lunging. I will keep track of my lessons here because I want to know how much I’ve progressed.
I have a dog named Rosie. She’s a mutt. The shelter told us that she was a Bluetick Coonhound German Shepherd but I doubt it. I mean, what kind of GSD or coonhound has webbed paws? She looks like a lab, anyway.
Rosie’s a little obsessed with herding our chickens and trying to play with them (which resulted in my dad chucking a piece of wood at her -- he missed -- and threatening to shoot her). She is also scared of men. The only men she wasn’t scared of right away were the two guys from the Sheriff’s Office that pulled into our driveway -- which is another whole story I won’t get into.
Rosie seems to be smart most of the time. Most of the time. Sometimes she’s a total idiot. Like the time she hogtied herself with her tie-out cable and got stuck, or the time she jumped into the brick wall.
She’s learned quite a few tricks since I’ve had her. I got her on 12-1-20 and she already knows sit, down, stay, fronts, no, get out, hug, sit pretty, paws up on my knees, shake (which took way long to teach her, by the way), roll over, and play dead.
I regret teaching her play dead because now she throws herself on the floor when she doesn’t want to do something.
Now onto the chickens. I have thirteen of them and all of them have names because they aren’t eating chickens but layer chickens. However I will not list off all the names because I can’t seem to remember all the names and end up forgetting one, if not more.
My favorite chicken is Nugget. She was a chick when I squashed her with her water and she was without oxygen for a long time. I moved the water and found her. I brought her upstairs and we revived her with sugar water and I kept her warm until she was well enough to go back with the rest of the chicks. Now she’s slightly messed up and way too friendly.
What I think happened was that she got knocked out and got amnesia. The first thing that chicks see when they hatch is what they think is their mother. Well, she saw me and now she thinks I’m her mama ... or her slave (dun dun DUN).
My least favorite chicken is either Lady or Pigeon. Lady is very LOUD. When I go out to let them out in the morning and I’m a little late, I can always hear her screaming for me to let her out. And when I’m out in the yard and I don’t pay attention to them I can hear her. It’s so annoying.
Pigeon because she’s so dang flighty it’s almost impossible to put her up. ‘Nuff said.
Finally I have the rabbit. His name is Spec and he’s actually mine. I bought him with money I saved up from my birthday a year ago. Rosie’s only mine when she does something bad, obviously.
Anyway, Spec is an adorable little son of a gun. His nickname is fluffbutt, Mr. Spec, Spectacular (I did not come up with that, by the way), and dumb-dumb.
He’s very intelligent and has learned a lot of tricks. My favorite is paw and high five. He’s so dramatic.
Spec’s a real character. He has such a big personality. When he doesn’t like something I’m offering him, he’ll either throw it or curl up his lip and turn his back to me. He also knows how to beg. I’ll be eating on the floor and he’ll be crawling all over me, poking me in the back, the butt (rude), my arm, anywhere he can reach. Sometimes I’ll give in and give him a little pizza crust or something.
He’s a real butt too. The other day he jumped up in my lap and started scratching and biting me. He kept throwing my cheese stick on the floor. I pushed him on the floor and he jumped back up. He kept jumping back up.
About the lesson horse I use. His name is Samson -- I call him Sam sometimes -- and he’s a sixteen-year-old bay mustang gelding. He is kind of fat but he’s speedy from what I’ve heard from my trainer. He likes animal crackers, french fries, ham-and-cheese sandwiches (no mayo), peppermints … Pretty much everything.
He’s the type of horse that will take advantage of you if you let him. He’ll find what you don’t like and keep doing it. He knows that I get frustrated when he doesn’t back up, so he never wants to back up. We’ve improved a lot with that though, so all’s mostly good.
There are other horses there, too. Tawny is a big five-year-old varnish roan Appy. He’s the other lesson horse there. Me and him didn’t get along at first, which is why I didn’t choose him, but we’re cool now.
Traveler is a blind black TWH gelding who they got from a kill pen in NC somewhere. I’ve never actually met him. What surprised me is that they ride him. I didn’t know you could ride blind horses.
Hope is another kill pen horse. She’s a bay (I think) QH mare. She seems pretty sweet and she’s green broke.
Sadie is a boarder’s horse…
They got wild mustangs a couple weeks ago. Chayton, Bullseye, and another one I don’t know the name of. Bullseye is super sweet and calm. He’s only two years old and he’s adorable. My trainer said that she may use him as a lesson horse in the future.
Chayton acts like a wild horse. Which he should.
Last thing is me. My name really isn’t Hope (but I won’t tell you what it is HAHAHAHA). I take western riding lessons … I’m 14 … I live in East Tennessee … all that boring stuff. I won’t go into detail about me ‘cause this is long enough already. Congrats if you read all the way through. You have a long attention span.
I have a dog named Rosie. She’s a mutt. The shelter told us that she was a Bluetick Coonhound German Shepherd but I doubt it. I mean, what kind of GSD or coonhound has webbed paws? She looks like a lab, anyway.
Rosie’s a little obsessed with herding our chickens and trying to play with them (which resulted in my dad chucking a piece of wood at her -- he missed -- and threatening to shoot her). She is also scared of men. The only men she wasn’t scared of right away were the two guys from the Sheriff’s Office that pulled into our driveway -- which is another whole story I won’t get into.
Rosie seems to be smart most of the time. Most of the time. Sometimes she’s a total idiot. Like the time she hogtied herself with her tie-out cable and got stuck, or the time she jumped into the brick wall.
She’s learned quite a few tricks since I’ve had her. I got her on 12-1-20 and she already knows sit, down, stay, fronts, no, get out, hug, sit pretty, paws up on my knees, shake (which took way long to teach her, by the way), roll over, and play dead.
I regret teaching her play dead because now she throws herself on the floor when she doesn’t want to do something.
Now onto the chickens. I have thirteen of them and all of them have names because they aren’t eating chickens but layer chickens. However I will not list off all the names because I can’t seem to remember all the names and end up forgetting one, if not more.
My favorite chicken is Nugget. She was a chick when I squashed her with her water and she was without oxygen for a long time. I moved the water and found her. I brought her upstairs and we revived her with sugar water and I kept her warm until she was well enough to go back with the rest of the chicks. Now she’s slightly messed up and way too friendly.
What I think happened was that she got knocked out and got amnesia. The first thing that chicks see when they hatch is what they think is their mother. Well, she saw me and now she thinks I’m her mama ... or her slave (dun dun DUN).
My least favorite chicken is either Lady or Pigeon. Lady is very LOUD. When I go out to let them out in the morning and I’m a little late, I can always hear her screaming for me to let her out. And when I’m out in the yard and I don’t pay attention to them I can hear her. It’s so annoying.
Pigeon because she’s so dang flighty it’s almost impossible to put her up. ‘Nuff said.
Finally I have the rabbit. His name is Spec and he’s actually mine. I bought him with money I saved up from my birthday a year ago. Rosie’s only mine when she does something bad, obviously.
Anyway, Spec is an adorable little son of a gun. His nickname is fluffbutt, Mr. Spec, Spectacular (I did not come up with that, by the way), and dumb-dumb.
He’s very intelligent and has learned a lot of tricks. My favorite is paw and high five. He’s so dramatic.
Spec’s a real character. He has such a big personality. When he doesn’t like something I’m offering him, he’ll either throw it or curl up his lip and turn his back to me. He also knows how to beg. I’ll be eating on the floor and he’ll be crawling all over me, poking me in the back, the butt (rude), my arm, anywhere he can reach. Sometimes I’ll give in and give him a little pizza crust or something.
He’s a real butt too. The other day he jumped up in my lap and started scratching and biting me. He kept throwing my cheese stick on the floor. I pushed him on the floor and he jumped back up. He kept jumping back up.
About the lesson horse I use. His name is Samson -- I call him Sam sometimes -- and he’s a sixteen-year-old bay mustang gelding. He is kind of fat but he’s speedy from what I’ve heard from my trainer. He likes animal crackers, french fries, ham-and-cheese sandwiches (no mayo), peppermints … Pretty much everything.
He’s the type of horse that will take advantage of you if you let him. He’ll find what you don’t like and keep doing it. He knows that I get frustrated when he doesn’t back up, so he never wants to back up. We’ve improved a lot with that though, so all’s mostly good.
There are other horses there, too. Tawny is a big five-year-old varnish roan Appy. He’s the other lesson horse there. Me and him didn’t get along at first, which is why I didn’t choose him, but we’re cool now.
Traveler is a blind black TWH gelding who they got from a kill pen in NC somewhere. I’ve never actually met him. What surprised me is that they ride him. I didn’t know you could ride blind horses.
Hope is another kill pen horse. She’s a bay (I think) QH mare. She seems pretty sweet and she’s green broke.
Sadie is a boarder’s horse…
They got wild mustangs a couple weeks ago. Chayton, Bullseye, and another one I don’t know the name of. Bullseye is super sweet and calm. He’s only two years old and he’s adorable. My trainer said that she may use him as a lesson horse in the future.
Chayton acts like a wild horse. Which he should.
Last thing is me. My name really isn’t Hope (but I won’t tell you what it is HAHAHAHA). I take western riding lessons … I’m 14 … I live in East Tennessee … all that boring stuff. I won’t go into detail about me ‘cause this is long enough already. Congrats if you read all the way through. You have a long attention span.
And thank you! I hope I'm not too annoying with my constant rambling lol.
