I am Precious and my horse's name is Pretty Boy. Those are our barn names. That is what we get called on an everyday basis. I am a Paint horse and my paper name is Skippers Precious. My Pretty Boy is a Red Roan Appaloosa horse who's paper name is Trouper. Anywho........I tell the house mouse about our life and what happens out here on the farm and in my big red barn so she can tell you. Well now you know so on with the stories.................

Sunday, June 8, 2008

Hoof conditioner

The human girl asked me to follow her so I did. She went into my big red barn but didn't let me so I banged on the door with my big ole foot. She told me to 'hold on'. It is very hard for me to 'hold on'. I pretty much don't have a lot to hold on with. I can hold on with my teeth but that's about it for holding on. I can hold some still by putting my foot on it. And I can keep something from moving by moving my body around but 'hold on' is not one of my strong talents. So I banged on the door again. She came out with something in her hand I was pretty sure was going to be used on me but I didn't know where or what it was so I went right into reverse. She said for me to whoa so I did. She opened that can she had in her hand and I smelled it and decided I wanted no part of that. I turned to leave. She said WHOA! But I didn't. She grabbed hold of my mane since that's all I've got except maybe my tail for her to grab onto. Now sometimes she will just plant herself in front of me and push my chest but this time I was already turned away from her so she got a handful of my mane 'Whoa I said Whoa and that means STOP!' So I did. Then she pulled the thing that looked like a brush out of that can and leaned over. The girl should offer me an explanation of what she is fixing to do to me if she wants my cooperation right off the bat but she didn't so I stepped back.

Well actually I started to step back but she said NO so I stopped. She was still bent over when she said 'Just let me paint this on your hooves please.' Oh well that's ok with me. That stuff she paints on my hoofs doesn't bother me one bit. I don't even care if she does that. She can paint it on all four of them three times if she wants to. All she had to do was tell me what she was up to the silly human.

So anyway I got Hoof Conditioner painted on all four of my hooves and they looked real pretty. She told me she was done so I went to show my horse, The Pretty Boy, how nice my feet looked. I had to go a very long way because he had seen what was going on and expected to be next. He had nothing to worry about because he doesn't get that stuff put on his hooves him being 'special' and all. We are both pretty special. He soaks his foot in a bucket and I get to have my nails painted. Yep we are very special. Now I wonder where that human girl went to............

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