Post by smarby on Jan 1, 2008 15:28:50 GMT -5
Home Sweet Home
Gooch lead Poet into the barn, speaking quietly to her under his breath. He lead her straight past her stable, over to the cross ties. Scolding her lightly, as she swung her hind quarters around, he carefully tied her up. His quick, nimble fingers swiftly undid the buckles and clasps of her rug, sliding the thick blanket from her back before folding it up and placing it well out of reach. He gave her her a pat before setting off toward the tack room to collect her grooming nessentials.
He nodded a greeting to two teens hovering in the musty dimness. Whistling to himself, he slid the mare's saddle off the rack, balancing it against his hip as he looped the bridle over his shoulder. Scooping up her brushing boots into his spare arms, and battling with a plastic groming box, he struggled back over to where Poet fidgetted, eyeing her own with mild amusment.
Swinging the saddle over an unoccupied stable door, and hooking up the bridle, he rummaged through his grooming box, searching out a hoof pick. Once the desired piece of equipment came to hand, he strightened up. Settling himself beside Poet, facing her rear end, he lightly ran a hand down the inside of her leg. After a lot of clucking and coaxing, the mare swung her hoof up, before stamping it stubbornly back down.
Gooch sighed, rolling his eyes as he cursed under his breath. The process started once again, and he was successful this time. Scraping the dirt and stones lodged into her hoof. Letting her foot drop slowly to the floor, he praised her, moving on to her back end.
He nodded a greeting to two teens hovering in the musty dimness. Whistling to himself, he slid the mare's saddle off the rack, balancing it against his hip as he looped the bridle over his shoulder. Scooping up her brushing boots into his spare arms, and battling with a plastic groming box, he struggled back over to where Poet fidgetted, eyeing her own with mild amusment.
Swinging the saddle over an unoccupied stable door, and hooking up the bridle, he rummaged through his grooming box, searching out a hoof pick. Once the desired piece of equipment came to hand, he strightened up. Settling himself beside Poet, facing her rear end, he lightly ran a hand down the inside of her leg. After a lot of clucking and coaxing, the mare swung her hoof up, before stamping it stubbornly back down.
Gooch sighed, rolling his eyes as he cursed under his breath. The process started once again, and he was successful this time. Scraping the dirt and stones lodged into her hoof. Letting her foot drop slowly to the floor, he praised her, moving on to her back end.
