Home Team, Combined Driving
I got in the big metal box. I drove for hours and hours and hours. (Only 2. ed.) (You go stand in a rattly metal box and then come talk to me about *only* two hours. Horse)
I went to live in a home-away-from home for 4 days. All by myself!
I talked my 200 new best friends. Mostly about being all by myself!
I got ridden twice, including cantering in the big, wide, open space of the show ring. Wheeeee.
I misbehaved the first time we hitched. That got shut down in a hurry. After that, they held my delicate, sensitive nose in a vice grip during hitching. I don’t know why, I was an angel.
I got hitched four times. I worked in the schooling ring. I worked in the warm-up ring. I worked in the show ring, with traffic! I walked around the barn. I went everywhere.
I had to work twice a day. Riding and hitching, or hitching and hitching.
I didn’t show, but I got out of my stall a lot.
I went for walks. I went for grass breaks. I went one aisle over to hang with my Saddlebred bros.
I ate a lot of hay, and cookies, and carrots.
I was ready to go. All my new horse buddies were leaving. I didn’t want to be left behind. I even had to get in the big metal box in the dark. It had lights, but still.
I am happy to be home. Boy, do I have stories to tell the brown horse.
I miss being the center of everyone’s attention. That part I quite liked.
Thank you for reading,