A Horsey Anecdote.

I just got back from the barn. I would like to share with you a quaint little anecdote. This happened to me today:

Around two thirty, I was getting bored at the barn, sitting in the office and doing nothing. I decided to go out to the actual barn and see if there was anything that needed to be done and asked Cathe if she wanted me to do anything. She told me and a girl named Kaityi (Katie) to bring in the two new horses, Montana and Bentley. I grabbed Montana's halter and a lead rope and Kaityi took Bentley's halter and a lead rope, and we went out to the paddock.

There were Montana and Bentley, standing in their little barn-like-thing in their paddock, which was inexplicably covered in hay. I was a little confused about the hay, but dismissed it. Until I realized what it was actually for. I stepped into the paddock and the first thing I heard was a deafening *SQUELCH.* My leg sunk into a mixture of mud, rainwater, and manure. I pulled my leg quickly out of the quicksand-like mud-manure and hoped that it was just that one part of the paddock that was a tar pit. No. Not at all. The entire paddock was semi-flooded piles of mud-manure.

After wading my way through the mud-manure, I finally got to the barn-like-thing, in which Bentley was standing partially in front of Montana. As Bentley's a new horse and I haven't worked with him before, I didn't want to get behind him to get Montana. I waited for Kaityi to get Bentley, which she did without trouble, but that's where the trouble for me started. As Kaityi led Bentley out of the paddock, lo and behold, Montana began to follow Bentley! I tried to quickly corner him in the barn-like-thing, but he began trotting. I quickly tried to catch up to him without making him run faster, but, before I knew it, he was cantering out of the paddock. Thank god he didn't go out into the other paddocks, the parking lot, or the woods; he ran towards the barn, myself tailing him screaming "MONTANA. WOAH, MONTANA. MONTANA, WOAH." etc. Cathe, Jackie, and Janne saw me going after him and just laughed. We finally caught him, but I am still mad at him and I still smell like manure.

Greaaaat day at the barn.

-xo