Post by Ω-Admin-Cara-Ω on Sept 25, 2010 21:53:50 GMT -6
Ana was dressed in a pair of tight fitting jeans and a tight tee-shirt. Her hair was pulled back into a high pony-tail, normally the end of it would be passed through the back of a baseball cap, but that she had left in the tack room as Cedar saw caps and thought of his past, so there would be no way of getting close to him with a cap on. Not yet anyway. She was carrying the toll-box that she was using for a grooming kit, the brushes inside two shades of blue - the same two shades that everything else belonging to the gelding was, baby blue and navy blue - along with his rope halter and two-toned blue lead rope. In her other hand, she carried an empty bucket to catch the pickings from the bay gelding's hooves.
A lot of people thought it strange that she lived at an establishment with great equine facilities and she kept her horse out year round. It was one of the first things she changed when she took over ownership of him at her last place of work, she took the large gelding out of the confinement of a stall and allowed him the freedom he seemed to crave.
She arrived at the pasture and leaned on the gate. "Oh Cedar!" She called and laughed as the gelding came thundering from across the field, stopping when he felt he was close enough and tossing his head into the air. "Silly boy." She said as she let herself into the pasture, closed the gate behind her, placed the things she was carrying, bar the halter and lead, and walked toward the gelding.
Cedar flattened his ears as he snorted and side-stepped away from the woman. He knew who she was, he was just suspicious about anyone trying to approach him though.
Ana shook her head and laughed again. "Standing please." She stretched out her empty hand - keeping the other in plain sight as she didn't believe that it was easier to catch a horse if you hid the halter behind your back - and clicked her fingers as she took another step closer. The muscles under Cedar's shoulder rippled as she placed her hand on it, the first place she could reach, but he stood as still as a rock as she walked up to his head and slipped the noseband of the halter over his nose - another pony club trick she didn't do was slip the lead around the horse's neck before she put the halter on - throwing poll strap over the gelding's head gently, she slipped it into the tie loop and did it up. "Come on." She said, the laughter still in her voice, as she gave the lead a jiggle and walked forward with the gelding happily following at her shoulder.
She led him over to a spot not too far away from the gate, but not close enough to the gate that if someone happened to walk by he would feel threatened. "Stand." She placed a hand on his nose and he came to a halt. "Good boy." She dropped the halter on the ground and walked over to get the grooming kit and bucket. Walking back she allowed the gelding to sniff the bucket, just so he could prove to himself that it was empty, before she opened the grooming kit and retrieved the hoof pick.
Picking out the hooves was a ritual, and it had to be done the same way each time. First was the left fore, the placed the bucket on the ground by her feet. "Up." She said as she ran her hand down the leg and he lifted his hoof for her, bending it at the knee. Holding the hoof, she used her foot to push the bucket so that it would catch whatever came out of the unshod hoof - another thing she did when he became hers was removing his shoes - and repeated the process with each hoof that followed: left hind, right fore and lastly the right hind. She liked the fact that she only ever needed to tell him to lift the first hoof, after that, he just lifted them when she touched either the shoulder or the hip.
A lot of people thought it strange that she lived at an establishment with great equine facilities and she kept her horse out year round. It was one of the first things she changed when she took over ownership of him at her last place of work, she took the large gelding out of the confinement of a stall and allowed him the freedom he seemed to crave.
She arrived at the pasture and leaned on the gate. "Oh Cedar!" She called and laughed as the gelding came thundering from across the field, stopping when he felt he was close enough and tossing his head into the air. "Silly boy." She said as she let herself into the pasture, closed the gate behind her, placed the things she was carrying, bar the halter and lead, and walked toward the gelding.
Cedar flattened his ears as he snorted and side-stepped away from the woman. He knew who she was, he was just suspicious about anyone trying to approach him though.
Ana shook her head and laughed again. "Standing please." She stretched out her empty hand - keeping the other in plain sight as she didn't believe that it was easier to catch a horse if you hid the halter behind your back - and clicked her fingers as she took another step closer. The muscles under Cedar's shoulder rippled as she placed her hand on it, the first place she could reach, but he stood as still as a rock as she walked up to his head and slipped the noseband of the halter over his nose - another pony club trick she didn't do was slip the lead around the horse's neck before she put the halter on - throwing poll strap over the gelding's head gently, she slipped it into the tie loop and did it up. "Come on." She said, the laughter still in her voice, as she gave the lead a jiggle and walked forward with the gelding happily following at her shoulder.
She led him over to a spot not too far away from the gate, but not close enough to the gate that if someone happened to walk by he would feel threatened. "Stand." She placed a hand on his nose and he came to a halt. "Good boy." She dropped the halter on the ground and walked over to get the grooming kit and bucket. Walking back she allowed the gelding to sniff the bucket, just so he could prove to himself that it was empty, before she opened the grooming kit and retrieved the hoof pick.
Picking out the hooves was a ritual, and it had to be done the same way each time. First was the left fore, the placed the bucket on the ground by her feet. "Up." She said as she ran her hand down the leg and he lifted his hoof for her, bending it at the knee. Holding the hoof, she used her foot to push the bucket so that it would catch whatever came out of the unshod hoof - another thing she did when he became hers was removing his shoes - and repeated the process with each hoof that followed: left hind, right fore and lastly the right hind. She liked the fact that she only ever needed to tell him to lift the first hoof, after that, he just lifted them when she touched either the shoulder or the hip.
