So, a new guy arrived at the barn, and for some reason he's got Spode's attention...and my treats. So not cool.
Spode arrived late on Thursday and used a flashlight to scout me out, and even then she was searching for this horse named Striker. I had to wait to get my treats until he came over--such a drag. I was happy to see that she left him behind after that and took me into the barn by myself. We had a pleasant time. Or at least I did. My entire right side was coated hoof to ears in mud. Happy Thursday, Spode!
After she groomed me as best as she could, she let me out and I wandered off. I figured she was peacing out for the night, but no!! She went and got Striker! I snorted and trotted over to express my opinion on the matter: Striker, back off and get your own child!
Alas, it didn't help. She brought him into the barn and groomed him just like she did for me.
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| Good grief, now he's even taking over my blog!! |
Today I got Spode for the most part because I had farrier trim #4. I was a little fidgety, I admit. But not too bad. My feet are still looking hot, and the cracks are getting a little better. Yay good hooves! I got Striker beat there.
After she let me out, Spode brought Striker in again. Ugh. When she let him back out again, I stared her down watching to see how many treats he got. She tried to hide her hand behind her back, but I know he got a few. Not fair. I'll starve!
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| You can't lie to me, Spode. Look into my eyes. You're so cruel! |
Still, I have to admit that this Striker fellow ain't such bad company. He's a pretty fun guy because he's laid back like me.
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| I'll fight you for her, Striker! |
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| Good day, My name is Striksby. Whose bum is that anyway?? |
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| Hahaha! Fooled ya! |
Tomorrow's schedule is more trotting poles, which I quite enjoy. In a couple weeks Striker and I will be going out together for something called "ponying". Huh. But neither of us are ponies so...???
Until later, Old Sports.
Jay (and Striker!).
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