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Post by Ardy on Dec 20, 2010 2:28:46 GMT -5
It took him a moment to acknowledge her presence, a gentle laugh escaping her lips as he apologized for her to have seen that. That's alright, I've seen much worse and understand. Chocolate colored eyes rolled slightly, attention turning to his arm as he pulled up the sleeve to reveal the injury from the animal. The red mark looked like it would hurt needless to say of course, but it was nothing major. I think you'll live, but I don't think your speech completely taught him his lesson. She teased, watching as the horse started tossing around in his stall. His behavior was strange, not many horses were such bad tempered; regardless if they were a stallion or not. There had to be some sort of story there, history, something that made him like this. She could not help the nerves that ran throughout her mind as she worried about his opinion of the painting as it was carefully handed over. Watching his expression, small smile graced her lips as he seemed completely surprised and captivated by the painting. Arms were crossed as she leaned against the stall wall silently. I'm just glad you like it. Painting is another of my hobbies, but I wasn't quite sure if I would be able to do her any justice by using her as a subject. Smile broadened slightly as he stated that it was amazing, so it had not been an epic fail. Maybe she was a bit too critical on her paintings, although this had been her favorite by far. She had painted horses many times, and they seemed to be rather difficult, but she had kept practicing. Her own painting of Maverick needed to be redone, she just had not got around to it quite yet. Attention returned to Enzo as she heard him utter something that she could not quite make out but he seemed to be making some sort of comment on the painting. The way he kept complimenting it raised her confidence in her art skills, glad to hear the opinion of someone outside of the family. She nodded in return as he said he was going to put the painting in the truck. It was then that she stepped a little closer to the stallion's stall, still curious of his back history. The animal was resentful of her company so she did not stand too close. If only you could speak. She mumbled, half to herself. Many times she and the other staff members at the clinic stated how much easier it would be if animals could tell them what was wrong or what happened, but they had to spend their life stories in silence when it came to us. We only knew what we were told, and much of the time that was faulty information. Riveria had hung her head over the door, arm reaching out so she could pet the familiar equine before turning back to watch the new horse. Gaze traveled from the stallion to the man as he returned and started to speak. Quiet laugh came from the girl as he said that the horse was not really worthy of a nice name right now. Well I think that once he gets down to it, Perseus is very fitting. You've had it too easy with Riveria so now you've got a bit of a challenge. Vocals stated jokingly. She listened intently to what he explained of the horse's background which did help her understand a little more. It surprised her to hear that he had gotten in a car accident, and now she noticed the scar along his wrist; that would have been hard to cope with, not being able to do much with your horse while recovering. There was probably a good chance that he had been pushed too far and now had developed this hostile attitude. People tended to be a little more focused on getting paid over than taking it into consideration with what they were doing. I'm sure you'll be able to get him through this little... rough spot. She replied with a small smile. The conversation was turned to how she was doing and she paused a moment before answering. I'm doing alright I guess, you? It was nice to have someone around the barn that she could talk with rather than feeling like a complete loner that was the only one that actually came out and worked with her horse. A sudden exhale of warm breath along her neck sent her jumping forward in surprise, shiver descending down her spine and a small yelp of shock coming from her. Glancing back to see the culprit, she had not paid attention to the horse stepping up behind her until it had started sniffing around for treats and it startled her. Light rose hue colored her face as the blood rushed forth in embarrassment. She leaned back against the stall, this time occupying the horse by scratching down its face.
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Post by Ayrn on Dec 20, 2010 11:58:53 GMT -5
The mare had been a perfect horse for him to recover on, she was good natured and rather easy and would be the horse of choice for him to ride over the larger jumps when the time came and she had at least a year of showing under her belt. He knew what to expect from her and when to expect it, sure that was not saying that she did not have her difficult days because after all she could be a very hot headed individual but that had been what he had been used to from his previous animal. This new horse brought into a lot of new components for him. First of all, it was not his own horse so should he be willing to train it and to possibly reinjure himself when he knows that the horse can be dangerous and saw what it was capable of not even ten minutes ago. Still he was regretting his rash decision to do anything though when it came to horses he tended to have a soft spot for the ones with a lot of talent and just a few problems to work around. He had to keep in mind though that this was not going to be his horse, he was training it to sell it so therefore the attitude could not just be good enough for him and the horse would have to be completely safe which could take awhile. He knew that in a way that Art was happy to have the horse out of sight and out of mind for awhile since this guy would be a handful. When she told him that she had seen much worse before a small smile crept onto features. Of course she had but yet that did not mean that it was alright for him to lose his temper at the animal and stand outside his stall yelling at him, especially not when it looked as though the horse was enjoying the fact that he knew that he was able to get to him so easily. Eyes were rolled when she said that he would live but then attention was turned back to the painting and she told him that she was not too sure if she would have been able to do the mare any justice. To him it looked as though there had been success though and that was what counted since he knew the horse very well. When he returned she commented that he had it too easy with the mare and that the stallion would be a little more of a challenge for him he nodded slightly still mulling of the subject of whether he was ready to take on something like that though he would never admit that his wrist was not a hundred percent to anyone else. She seemed to have developed faith in him which was nice to hear. Then attention turned to herself a little more when he asked how she was doing even though it had really only been 12 hours since the last time that they had seen eachother. I am doing great, why just alright? He asked. When the horse behind her suddenly breathed on her it caused her to jump forward with a small yelp and he could not help the small chuckle that bubbled over and brow was raised slightly. Well it sounds like you need to go for a ride and I have the perfect plan. He uttered. Luckily when he had lunged the mare he had not worked her very hard so therefore she would be able to be ridden still, plus his plan was not a plan to work them hard. Trail ride? He asked. The halter was slipped over the mares head and a lead rope was attached before leading her out and into the cross ties. Blankets were taken from her back and hung along the back wall of the cross ties before horse was clipped in and brushes were ran over already clean hide. All four legs were picked up and hooves were picked out before he grabbed four black wraps and wrapped the mares legs. A cooler was placed over her haunches to keep her warm since it was cool enough to see his breath. Saddle pad followed by his half pad and his saddle were eased onto the horses back and secured by the girth. Halter was then replaced by the bridle. In a matter of moments he lead the horse out to the front of the barn and got on using the fence.
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Post by Ardy on Dec 21, 2010 23:30:33 GMT -5
Of course she was only joking when she commented about him having it too easy with the mare, it was basically a known fact that nearly all horses had their days when they were full of energy and could be a challenge. The horse was the one who decided how they were going to react, which sometimes they did as you wished, some had no clue, and others would basically say screw you without actually saying it. Everyday at work, she encountered horses with different personalities and found it to be quite intriguing. And again, it made her wonder how they got to be that way. She found it oddly surprising when he questioned her response to the simple question on how she was doing. Most of the time, that question was overlooked and the answer was not even heard it seemed. I guess I'm just a little stressed out, but I'm still breathing. Shoulders shrugged, trying to quickly think of something to change the subject to. She was not one to dwell on depressing subjects, though the cause behind her stress was not really depressing; just normal. She had a lot on her plate right now and she justed needed today to relax. The horse breathing down her neck lightened the mood and was a nice distraction. Soft laugh came from her as well, shaking her head and picking at the few pieces of hay the horse had managed to get stuck in her hair. And the only reason they were bothering her really because there was several pieces poking her along the back of her neck which could get annoying. Elastic band was readjusted, tightening the ponytail. He stated that it sounded like she needed a ride, which was true. It amazed her how horses could cheer her up and ease her mind sometimes. She eyed him a bit teasingly suspicious as he said something about having the perfect plan. Steps were taken to her own horse's stall, glancing over as she was asked about going for a trail ride. Exactly what I was thinking. Vocals were spoken with a friendly smile, slipping into the horse's stall. Nylon halter was gently eased over the gelding's head, petting along his fuzzy neck as cotton lead rope was attached. To her, he looked rather motley from having a partial winter coat since he was in a barn with some light and the blanket but he still looked a bit ragged and dull. She knew he would be slicked out soon enough in a few months and not quite so ugly as she joked about. After settling the horse in the cross ties and shedding the winter blanket from his hide, she went to the tack room and grabbed her saddle blanket and western saddle without even thinking about it. It was not that she did not like practicing english, she just felt a little more comfortable in the western saddle when it came to trail riding for the time being. The weather seemed a bit funky and she knew how that could affect the horses at times so she just wanted to be a little more focused on the animal over her equitation.Baby blue sports boots were unvelcrowed from the stirrups as well as the black bell boots before securing them to the horse's front legs and pasterns. Girth was tightened adequately after placing the saddle on the animal's back, checking the space with her fingers before adjusting the breast collar to the horse's chest. Each of the animals forelegs were stretched out for a moment in turn. Disappearing once more, it took her a moment to decide upon which bridle set up she would use. The gelding had been doing rather well lately so she risked with the bosal, which he tended to like and respond pretty well in. They were just trail riding anyway, so she would not be fussing with his head set and collection because it was sort of a day off for the both of them, even though the horse probably thought otherwise. Where to? She asked after hoisting herself up from the fence as well. Small amount of pressure was applied to the horse's sides, directing him to walk near the mare but keeping an acceptable distance at the same time. And what "perfect" plan is it that you have in mind? Curiosity had gotten the best of her which generally did not happen. She had to encourage the gelding to jog a few strides to catch the mare, pressuring him to extend which he gave small protest before giving in; having learned something yesterday. Only once she noticed the trail narrowing ahead did she slow the horse to fall behind with ample distance from the mare so the horses were both comfortable.
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Post by Ayrn on Dec 22, 2010 3:48:59 GMT -5
She commented that she was stressed out and he could not agree more since he had taken on the stallion he had been thinking that he was not going to have enough time anymore. With his work and now that he was going to have to be at the barn in the morning to let the animal out and there once again at night to let him back in it seemed a little overwhelming, though he loved to be at the barn he knew that it was just going to be hassle and one time a day was enough for him so he hoped that the horse would get his act together and be good enough for the girls to handle within a week. He nodded when she told him that. I know how that feels. He told her as he parked the horse in the crossties and the mare stood quietly wondering what she was being taken out for a second time today as she was ready and lead out into the snowy atmosphere. He did not mind riding the horse out in the snow because he knew that he was going to be careful and that the horse was surefooted and it was a good part of her education in over to teach her to be a little more hardy then a lot of the show jumpers around. She asked about his perfect plan and he shrugged. Is there anything more perfect to take your mind off things then a trail ride with a favourite horse? He asked. Back in germany it had been a lot bigger of a part of the training on the horses, here in America they were a lot more stuck up with the animals and they were so pampered that a lot of the horse did not even leave their stalls except when they were being ridden which was not fair. An animal like that is not meant to be kept inside to lose all their muscle tone. That was one of the reasons why he really liked boaring the horse here. While he knew that it was impossible for them to get their own large fields all the time he knew that they were on a good rotation and got a maximum amount of time out in the field and being able to run around and stretch their legs. He swung a leg over the horse and settled into the saddle before wrapping the cooler around his legs. Though he decided that it was not going to be the best idea for him to take the cooler with him since the mare might be spooky so he threw it into the barn after she had walked out and gotten on her own horse. She allowed her horse to jog beside his to keep up and the mares stride was shortened a little to keep it a little more manageable and not to allow her to pull away from the gelding. He started towards the trails that he knew and walked the horse in between the paddocks. They would be lead to a large forested area that would have less snow on it so therefore a lot easier for them to navigate. He was silent as they walked side by side through the canopy of trees and it looked quit magical with all the snow and icicles hanging off the different hanging branches. It was so close to Christmas and as of today he was lucky because he only had tomorrow left to do work and then would be off for awhile. He was not too sure what to speak about so he did not even say anything at all he was about to ask her about her family and if they were coming to visit her for the holidays though he did not know enough about her to be able to ask her something like that. It was peaceful though so he did not mind it. They reached a lake that the trail lead to and it was all frozen over.
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Post by Ardy on Dec 24, 2010 4:22:11 GMT -5
Never had she been fond of the idea of horses living their entire lives or the majority locked up in a ten by ten stall or larger really. It was unnatural for them and she only confined her own horse to a stall during the cold winter months and even then he was allowed turnout on most days. She'd seen animals turn bitter from being confined, full of energy and not allowed to do anything. And then there were those who had swelling problems from being cooped up and much more. It was very unfair to the animals themselves.And their being locked up was not the only thing that irritated her for the animal's sake, it was being pushed too hard, too fast and how reckless some people were. Winning tended to be the only thing that mattered, not the equine in any sense. Once she intended to compete, it was simply going to be for her enjoyment. If they did happen to do well, great. If not, she would not get irritated with the horse, not cause any harm to him. Most likely, the horse was not at fault but there were cases where it happened, but oh well. It was nothing to dwell upon. Not that I can currently think of. She agreed with a small smile. To her, it was the ideal way to get her mind off of things. Fingers ran through the horse's mane to free a few small tangles here and there which reminded her she would need to trim him up soon. There was a light dusting of snow on the ground but nothing major that would strain the horse's muscles or anything. She was not against riding her horse in the snow within reason, just when it got much too deep and their feet sunk in. Then it could be dangerous, but now it was fine. As he lead the way to a forested trail, she silently admired the way the snow and icicles had clung to the tree branches. Now she wished she had packed her camera along. Everything looked so flawless during the majority of the winters in the area and she had grown to love the season besides the lack of daylight. Getting dark at four o'clock did take a toll when it came to outdoors things you wanted to get done, but it only lasted that way for a few months.And within days it would be Christmas and it would be celebrated with her family as always. Nothing really exciting. The horses had found a matched pace which was nice and they appeared to be content as they followed along the trail. She thought of something to say but stopped herself as she caught site of the frozen lake. I never knew this was back here. She admitted, she swore to have taken just about every trail but had somehow never come across the lake. It was doubtable that she had missed it either, it was good sized. Again, the scene looked perfect for some sort of picture; undisturbed and serene. Maybe she could paint something like it, but that would be a larger project than she had done before. Something different to keep in note for later though. How long has it been since you moved from Germany? She asked, a bit random but it had been something she did not recall asking earlier. Nor did she see it as too personal. The trail made a large loop around the lake, the frozen surface glimmering faintly as the sunlight caught it through the clouds. Always she had been the outdoorsy type and had learned to appreciate the minor sights found in nature just due to the lack of it in her childhood. A light layer of snow started to fall from the clouds and she noticed several different patterns as they fell upon her horse's neck though they quickly disappeared forever.
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Post by Ayrn on Dec 25, 2010 2:42:35 GMT -5
Normally he would not ride his own horses in the snow either though today there was not enough of an accumulation for him to worry about plus it was his own horse and he knew that she was surefooted enough that she would be fine and he was not planning going faster then a walk not when in the slippery weather at least. They passed by the paddocks and soon were emersed in the winter wonderland of the forest. Icicles hung from the trees where the snow had started to melt with the sun in the day and stopped immediately at night where the temperatures had gotten much too cold to do anything but freeze though even in the day with the sun it was not that warm anymore. Though it was nice since there was nothing as nice as having a white Christmas to be cuddled up in front of the fire with a hot chocolate watching the snow fall, though this year he would be doing that alone since he did not plan on returning back to Germany since his parents were going away for the holidays. He had been invited but he chose not to go and instead get a little more settled in America so he felt as though it was home here and he built a few more relationships and perhaps friends. Though he was not overly a social person and did not have much time in any of the spare time he had he was at the barn working with his horse and now the second horse that was going to keep him busy, also another reason he would definately not be able to leave since he was not too sure what to expect from the hard to handle stallion. At least that horse would be able to keep him busy so he would no dwell on being alone for the holidays. He had already thought about going to get a tree and different decorations for where he was living so that he was not seen as the scrooge on the neighbourhood and that would pass some of the spare time that he had off now. He already was planning on decorating one of the trees in his backyard with lights that he planned to buy at the local hardware store. He might as well buy some for his house and be traditional. He turned his attention back to the present time to notice that the horses were being perfect and walking side by side matching strides the mare showed no intentions of squealing which was nice since that was something that drove him nuts about some mares though she took a liking to the good tempered gelding. She then asked him when he had moved from Germany and he paused to think for a moment. I guess I have been here almost three months. I went to visit my family just last month though, have you lived here long? He asked turning to her. The snow was starting to fall and the mare shook her head in order to try to get away from the falling flakes as they lined her neck and ears though she ducked her head so that she was out of the weather. Wimp. He uttered with a playful laugh and patted the horses neck. The frozen lake looked as though it was solid enough to skate on though he knew that he would not be the one that would test something like that, the prospect of falling in the freezing water not appealing to him so therefore it would not be worth skating the path that they were on lead all the way around the laeke to wind back onto the trail for them to head back. The cool air brushing against his face seemed to make the world seem just a little bit better and he found himself no longer resenting the stallion as much and dreading going back to the barn. When they reached the paddocks the horse started to move a little faster anticipating the return to her stall and even more so when they hit the gravel before the barn. He swung easily from the mares back and pulled her reins over her head before leading her into the hallway and the snow that had clumped a little in her feet melted or was left on the floor as she was turned around in the crossties and her bridle was replaced with the halter and she was secured into the ties. Saddle was taken from her back and a brush was ran over her before then placing her blankets back on and returning her to the comfort of her stall he then turned back to the tack that he left laying out and turned to the girl. So what are your plans for the rest of your day? Are you done work for your Christmas break yet? He asked, everyone was done at different times and he was lucky because he got a few more days then the rest of the people. He placed his saddle and the rest of his tack back in his locker before locking the door and stepping back to the crossties to sweep up after his horse and pause to lean back against the wall.
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Post by Ardy on Dec 27, 2010 2:58:02 GMT -5
She was one of those sucker people for Christmas, but did not overdo it when it came to decorating and all the festivities that usually followed the holiday. The poor girl struggled with baking cookies quite often it seemed so she kinda strayed away from the idea and kinda cheated by buying holiday looking ones and handing them out to the neighbors. However she did get a real tree and decorate it every year, just as she had grown up with after having to talk her parents into it but it had not surprised her after moving out that they had not continued to bother with the tradition. They were too in tune with their working lives but she did not see herself to be following the same path. She was surprised to hear that he had not lived here very long at all but she never was really good at guessing. I think I've lived here for about a year and a half now. In place like this, you lose time after falling into routine. She said with a small shrug. Quiet laugh came from her as well as she noticed the mare trying to avoid the falling snow. The wind carried the flakes about in more of a dancing state rather than falling directly from the sky. The crystal like formations were interesting to watch as they finally descended towards their destination of the earth's crust. Chills started to creep along her neck and so she fiddled with the small tie that held her hair back until it fell back around her shoulders and ended up catching the falling snow. The hood of her sweatshirt was already saturated with melted snow so it was no use to try and put it on now as it was. Not that she minded, the cold was not something that easily irritated her. She had grown rather tolerant to most weather. The ice reached over the entire lake but she did not trust it enough to walk across the surface but the idea of ice skating did sound oddly fun at the moment. Though not fun enough to fall through and have a swim as well; there were ice rinks for that and then of course, heat pools. After following the trail behind the lake for a bit, her horse started to whinny which meant they were pretty close to the barn once more or that he was just vocal for no reason. But sure enough, a few other horses answered the call and the barn was in sight through the thinning trees. The gelding attempted to break gait but she lightly bumped him back before he did, something she would not approve of in any form. She slipped from the horse's back after having him come to a complete halt outside the door of the barn, grabbing the reins to lead the equine into the barn. Bridle was switched for the halter to tie him back in the correct spot before moving to undo the the breast collar and saddle. Balancing the equipment on her knee for a moment, she then regained her balance in order to return the items to their proper spot in the tack room. One more trip was made to unstrap the horse's boots and then return with the blue winter blanket and a curry comb. Quick brush strokes ran along the horse's hide before then securing the blanket upon his back once more. A few treats were produced to the animal after he was returned to his stall and then halter was slipped off. Content sigh came from her as she petted the animal once more before exiting his stall. Attention was turned towards the man as he then directed a question inquiring about her plans and a break from work. Honestly, I never have plans. And as for work, sort of. I'm off, but I know better than to be surprised if I get called back early. She stated in light tones, knowing all to well the reality of what was supposed to be her "break". It was something that she did not totally mind though, since she hadn't decided to travel to see her parents this year and they did not seem to mind it because she then promised to come see them a few weeks later. At least nothing really was going to be interrupted if something did come up. The one thing she had decided on giving herself for Christmas was money for plane tickets for a small trip that she always wanted to do. It ended up not being so small as she originally planned, but that explained why she had taken so long to save up in order to do so. She was going to go to Vienna, Austria in hopes of getting to view the Spanish riding school there and tour it. And for now, it would still be awhile before she would go but she was going to do it. It was a dream of hers in a way, but now she was determined and putting in her absolute effort to set forth and do so. She stopped herself from daydreaming on the subject too much and focused on the male. I would assume you are already off?
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Post by Ayrn on Dec 27, 2010 3:47:10 GMT -5
He knew all about falling into a routine that was much too comfortable to even want to change, that was why he had not really made a whole lot of friends in the time that he had been here. Sure he had been out a couple time and met a couple guys that he would all on the weekends to see if they wanted to do something but most of them had girlfriends and were pre-occupied most of the time plus he was too busy to do much himself. Work, his horses and sleep were much of all his life consisted of. He would change that though for the right person he would make time to prioritize certain aspects of his life. She told him that she had been here a year and a bit. Long enough to get settled though not long enough to know too much about the town and feel as though it was your home, he knew all about it. As they walked around the path the gelding started to get a little antsy as they returned back to the barn surely knowing that his dinner would be in the barn waiting for him. The mare enjoyed the time out since they had not been allowed out as often with the weather and being so slippery so she was just about the same as they reached the door and he slid off the horse to lead her into the cross ties and proceed to untack her and put the stuff away before leaning against the wall and speaking to the girl who had just done all the same. His locker was locked and then he was finished for the day though unlike the other days he did not feel pressed for time and did not feel as though he needed to get out of the place this very instant. He was wearing warm enough clothes that he was comfortable in the cold barn resting against the back of the cross ties though he was forced to move when another girl came in and wanted to use the space for her horse so he simply moved across the hallway to lean on his horses stall door. As he asked if she was done for the holidays in work she told him yes but even then as being a part of the vet she would be expected for things like emergency calls and that was to be expected at this time of the year. When she asked if he was done for the season he nodded. Of course. No need for an engineer this close to Christmas thats for sure not when there are no contracters to carry out what you are designing. He stated with a small smile, sometimes he wondered what it would be like to have a career where someone depended on you, like a vet where the animals could not just simply go without care, or a doctor where the patients looked to you for answers, something that was on call and something that would make a difference in someones life. But he also liked the fact that he was not needed enough to be called into work and things like that. If he went away on vacation there was nothing that would depend on him and be put in jeopardy while he was away. He was relaxed just standing there talking to the girl when a loud bang caught her attention. Not knowing which horse it was he walked down the aisle to notice that when he got to the new stallions stall that the horse was not standing he was laying down rolling from side to side and thrashing looking panicked. He was not cast so therefore he waved his hands and clucked for the horse to stand up which he did but looked as though he was about to go back down any moment from now, pawing with a front leg and hitting the wood of the stall before him. Oh as if you are not going to cause me enough trouble horse. Now you are colicking. Perhaps this would make him a little more out of it and easy to handle as he did not want to risk the horse laying back down again he grabbed the halter and stepped into the stall leaving the door open slightly so that he could escape if things turned bad. The horse though was too listless to care much and he slipped the halter over the stallions head. Without being bitten though even considering his stated teeth were flashed. He pulled out his cell phone as the horses rope was looped around the bar to keep his teeth away while he called the owner. Dialling the number the man did not answer, of course when he was in a little bit of a situation and did not know the mans wishes though he knew him well enough to know that he would want Enzo to call the vet since colic could turn bad all of a sudden and this horse to him was a prized animal. He called the vet that he knew Art used and was assured they would be on their way as soon as possible though considering the weather conditions and the fact that they were on an emergency case right now they did not know when that was going to be. With a sigh he moved closer to the horse again and pulled his blankets off leaving them in a heap in the back of the stall before unwinding the lead rope and pulling a chain over his nose before exitting the stall in the direction of the arena, this time the horse did not jog at his side but rather pulled back not wanting to walk this would be the only way to keep his mind busy though. He knew that he had Banamine in the fridge for emergencies though he also knew that if it was an impaction that it would not be good for him to give the horse the drug so it would have to wait.
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Post by Ardy on Dec 31, 2010 14:30:07 GMT -5
Most days she was very content with her job, on others she sort of wished that it was not something that depended on her. She knew what she had signed up for and the beginning and there was no going back now. It was something she really wanted to do and now was in the habit of things. And she still did get a few weeks paid vacation as well as two days off a week so it was not that she was working twenty-four-seven. And it was something she loved and had intended on doing from a young age which she knew usually did not last.He confirmed that he was on his Christmas vacation, which made perfect sense as he said something about engineers being unneeded at this time of year. Being able to relax and talk with someone at the barn was nice, since before she had felt like the only one who ever came around to visit the animals. Now she knew she was not the only one who still actually owned her horse and enjoyed it, but of course some of the others did as well and were never there at the same time most likely. It was still nice to meet someone who had the same type of respect for the animals and was friendly. She leaned against the stall, this time the inhabitant was eating and very unlikely to bother her. Though she quickly jumped at the loud bang coming from a few stalls down. At first she thought maybe a horse was just enjoying rolling around in the fresh shavings, but she knew it could mean much more as well. Quickly she started walking along to check each of the stalls, stopping as the man mumbled something about the horse being colicky and having paused in front of Perseus's stall. Once the horse had been led towards the arena and the vet had been called, she stepped into the stall to check a few things out. Recalling now that the horse had newly arrived this bout of colic probably made more sense because the horse may be sensitive to the taste of the water or not like the appearance of the automatic waterers. Dehydration could be a factor but she stopped and glanced down to some hay that had dropped to the ground. The appearance of it was not very healthy and as she examined what was in the feeder she noticed that mold was appearant in some of the flakes and they seemed rather dusty. It was obvious that the equine had not finished the hay from his morning feeding, because the feeder was overfilled but she doubted Enzo had him on that much of a feeding program. If the hay was indeed the problem and more of it was in this condition, it meant that multiple horses could start colicking. Not good. She had no guarantee that it was the hay since multiple factors could contribute to it as well. Quickly she jogged down the aisle way, slowing as she approached the arena as to not spook the horse. I think its the hay. She called out before continuing. It's moldy and pretty dusty. Or he may be dehydrated? She suggested, noting how the horse thought the idea of trotting was less than ideal. Working him was the best thing to do right now of course he would think otherwise since he most likely just wanted to roll. Then she jogged back to the tackroom to search through her medical supply box, stopping as the vet had arrived. Hello Dr. Peters. She said before explaining where he was with the horse. Since the vet had arrived she then walked along the stalls, trying to see if any of them had gotten bad hay as well. She could not quite see any and stepped into her horse's stall, going through his feeder and finding nothing. Strange. She heard someone singing as they were cleaning a stall and immediately walked in that direction. It took her a minute to get the girl's attention and she stated that one of the horse's had gotten moldy hay, which it was quickly told that they had hired someone new and apparently he had not paid attention when feeding. Which that was not a good answer seeing as they should have not bought poor quality hay in the first place. The possibility that it was a fluke was there, but still she didn't not like that idea either. However, this was not something she was going to argue over with the employees, she would go see the owner soon and discuss it then. She quickly returned to where the vet and Enzo were and he seemed to be giving a synopsis of the horse's condition. She knew they were both hoping it was only a mild case.
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Post by Ayrn on Jan 2, 2011 0:44:36 GMT -5
When he had gone through highschool he had had a hard time deciding what he was going to go back to school for and what he wanted to be, his parents knew that he was good with animals and always told him that he should be a vet though there was something that he was not able to get over, he was terrified of needles. He knew that he would not be able to have to give them to the majority of animals that he worked on. He knew that a lot of doctors and other medical professionals claimed that they were also afraid of needles when they started but it got to the point that he would get queasy and risked passing out if he was forced to give a needle. He could do it when it came to a dire situation but even then he had nightmares, though this was not something that he would admit to anyone though. One thing that he knew would be nice about the job was that he loved to be busy and always caught up in something, if he was not doing something almost all of the day he would feel as though he did not get much accomplished. He could not help but like the new demeanour of the stallion as he walked placidly beside him to the arena, teeth did not even snap at him when he placed a hand on the horse. He knew that Kambree had been behind him when he walked but she disappeared somewhere as they entered the arena though after a few laps she appeared at the door of the arena, he was glad that there was no one riding as of now since he knew that the stallion would be an ass if any other horse was around no matter how he was feeling. He jumped a little when he spotted the girl and Enzo allowed him to do a small circle around the girl as she entered and told him that she suspected it was the hay. Damn it. I should have known better and checked the hay when I put him in the stall. They told me it was going to be ready and I just assumed that it would be alright. He said with a small sigh. Oh well, I guess I can't go back in time. He uttered he knew that this was going to be an all night adventure for him since he was not going to be able to sleep if he went home since it was not only not his own horse but he felt slightly responsible and felt as though he knew that he should have checked anyways. He knew that the likelihood of a vet being on time would be minimal since there were a lot more serious cases then colic and it would be a busy night with all the snow and people were being silly and allowing their animals outside to slip and slide into the fences in the weather. He really did not understand people like that, they put so much time and money and effort into the animal just to turn them out on an ice rink and wonder why they hurt themselves. He had come to realize that horses are accident prone which meant that any oppurtunities to keep them safe and you needed to take that. Hello. He greeted the vet with a smile. This is Perseus, he started thrashing around in his stall about forty five minutes ago and Kambree found some moldy looking hay in his stall and she said he might not have drank much and he just arrived here this morning. She moved forward to place a stethescope on his stomach but Enzo made her stop for a moment. You might want to sedate him first, he is quite a vile being even when he is not feeling one hundred percent. She listened to his gut after injecting a mild sedative and determined that it was a case of gas colic in which she would treat with banamine and told him to make sure that if the horse got any worse to call her though she did not suspect that he had twisted his intestines. He nodded and handing the lady a cheque for the work she had done before leading the horse back to the stall he did not need to be walked around anymore but just monitored. He settled on a chair outside the horses stall pulling up another one beside him in case the girl wanted to sit for a few minutes. Good thing I did not have plans for the evening. He announced. He was planning on calling the owner of the stable though he would wait until he calmed down a little more and was able to not explode at the lady.
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Post by Ardy on Jan 6, 2011 2:12:31 GMT -5
As the horse came off as a bit jumpy upon her arrival, she quickly took a step back to give them both room as he circled the horse around. He cursed and then said something about should of having checked it prior, and she had been in the same situation before. The next statement was so true. If you could turn back time, life would be a lot simpler. And then you could completely fix your mistakes, but now all you could do was learn from them. I talked to one of the employees and was informed that a new hand fed today. I'll check out the other hay as well. She stated quietly before she left. Though as she glanced through the numerous feeders, she found nothing ultimately. She examined a few bales on the lower level and found them to be in good condition, then climbed up to the hay loft briefly finding nothing. Odd. Maybe it was just some sort of fluke. It was a shame the horse had gotten it, any horse eating it would not have been good. The good side of the story was that none of the other horses were showing signs of colic and were mostly lounging about their stalls or finishing the remainder of their feed. Returning to the arena, she saw the vet handling a rather calm Perseus which most likely meant he had gotten sedated. She had seen many with attitudes similar to his, which were not very fun to deal with prior to sedation. Sometimes, their personalities made sense due to their health, others were something else. On the outside of the arena, she was able to make out what the vet was telling him and was relieved to hear she did not believe his intestines to be twisted which was a very good sign. Had it been the veterinarian she worked under, she would have volunteered to help but since it was another she stayed off to the side. And of course it was Enzo's choice who he wanted to examine the horse. The vet had left and he had walked the horse to his stall while she went to check on her horse once more, just in case. But now the barn was pretty peaceful which was nice. Hearing him speak, she turned around and walked back to near where he was sitting. Hmm and they always say life is what happens when you're busy making other plans. She murmured with a small shrug. Looking into Perseus's stall before sitting down, she still saw him to be in a rather dopey state which would last a little while longer.He appeared quite the opposite of what she had first seen him as but knew it was a temporary fix. How long do you think it will take him to get out of his attitude? Or do you think he will? The question came purely out of curiosity as she wanted to hear his opinion on the matter just because.She stood up a moment later. I'm gonna go grab some lunch really quick and then I have to come back and work with a friend's horse. Do you want anything? She offered assuming he would probably want to stay on watch for the horse for a while.
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Post by Ayrn on Jan 8, 2011 11:57:41 GMT -5
He was still not too sure what to think of the horse, if all went well he knew that the animal would be worth a small fortune due to his breeding and scope, though he was not too sure if that was what the owner wanted with him. Perhaps this would be the owners one stallion to keep and promote and start standing. Though right now that really did not matter because the horse was worth nothing in the current state he was so unmanageable there would be no way you could pay someone to breed to him even if the temperment was not passed on. Since he had seen the horse as a three year old he knew that this was not his temperment and this had been produced by whatever the people at the other barn had done. Whether it was just the grooms allowing him to get away with silly things that just turned dangerous or if it was them mistreating him he would never know and it was not his job to find out. It was his job to then pick up the pieces and see what could be salvaged. The horse was a lot better once he was sedated and stood there looking as if he was a normal horse. Hand ran along the stallions neck as the vet gave him a shot of banamine to reduce the pain in his gut. When Kambree came back and told him that it was a new hand that fed today he nodded. Alright I will talk to them later. He said with a slightly gruff voice though she would know that it was not directed at her since he was not pleased that a hand that they hired would be stupid enough to feed a horse moldy hay. It was simply common sense that was important in the horse world and important in any barn. He put the horse back in the stall after walking him slowly through the alleyway. He was steady on his feet since it was only a half dose to make sure that he was still bright and alert but not going to misbehave for the vet. It was then that his cell phone started to ring and he saw that it was the owner. He picked it up. Hey. Sorry to call you so quickly. He stated quietly Oh no problem, is something wrong. The other man asked on the other line. Well it seems that he is colicking we are not too positive of why but it looked like he might have been given moldy hay this morning. He hated to admit it to the guy knowing he would be upset. Oh I see. Have you talked to the barn help yet? About why they were feeding moldy hay? He asked sounding a little irritated. No I just finished with the vet and was still too wound up to call them so far so I was just waiting a bit, I will stay and watch him all day. He finished. Well I am sorry about that. I would come out but my flight just landed. Enzo had already known he had been flying out that day when he left the barn so this was not a suprise for him. It's no problem. I have stuff I can be doing anyways. Just give me a call later and I will let you know how he is doing. After that they hung up and he went back to the stall to run a hand over the horse. His blankets had been taken off and he now just wore a wool cooler since a lot of the time the sedation would make a horse sweat up and he needed to be as comfortable as possible. He then moved to the board that was just across the hall to grab the number of the barn manager. As he sat back down again Kambree appeared and a small smile graced features. She told him that it always seemed to be that life got in the way when you were making other plans and nodded with a small smile. It was true. He was just glad that he had lingered to talk to the girl or else he would have left the horse here like this and he was not too sure what the outcome would have been. He most likely would be found no sooner then having a twisted gut and either having to have surgery or be put down. She then asked him if he thought that the horse would ever get out of his attitude. He nodded. Before my accident he showed me this horse as a three year old and while he was cheeky he was a nice horse, this has all happened in the last year so I have hope that it will be reversable or at least manageable. He stated. When she asked if he wanted anything for lunch he stood up. That would be great. He produced his wallet from his back pocket pulling out some bills and handing them to her. I am pretty easy going when it come to food suprise me. He said with a small smile.
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Post by Ardy on Jan 10, 2011 2:16:50 GMT -5
Whenever she was at the barn, no matter what she was always sure to walk by and glance at each of the horses for a brief moment even though it was not her job. Still, she did not like the idea of animals suffering just because someone was ignorant to not notice symptoms. As of yet she had not caught anything wrong with any of the horses but she'd only been at the barn for a few months and the help probably did their job at another time. She recalled a prior incident when she had come to visit her horse and found him to have a swollen leg that no one else had even bothered to notice. It was nothing major, just an inflammation of an older injury from before she bought him. But it would have been a lot nicer had she been informed of this, the exact reason why she had a stall card with her numbers for emergency on the horse's stall. She did not want to be the last to know of her animal's condition since maybe there would be a day she would not be coming and unaware of what had happened. Nearly all horses got themselves into something at one time or another so it was reassuring just for her to know that nothing was wrong. And within her job description she was helping the animals and it did not seem right to ignore them on the off hours. If they had not been around, she wondered who would have discovered Perseus and when exactly. At least they had been around so it was noticed immediately. He explained he had seen the horse prior to now and that he had previously had a nice temper and that the change of it had occurred within the last year. She personally believed the horse would get out of it and maybe get back to the horse he used to be but it was hard to tell. It would be a shame if his attitude continued since he appeared to be a very nice animal otherwise and temperament could mean a lot whether in terms of breeding or selling. He accepted her offer for lunch and then passed a few bills over and she nodded with a small smile as he said to surprise him. I'll try. She said with a small laugh before turning away and walking in the direction of her truck. The snow was falling inconsistently and the roads were a little slick but nothing unmanageable. Thinking of what exactly sounded good, she stopped at a little coffee stand that also served various sandwiches and other quick food. She ordered herself a chai tea and two turkey sandwiches as well as a hot chocolate for him. Each order was paid separately so he would get his money back and she left a few dollars for a tip from herself. The place had homemade bread and the sandwiches were amazing, just for plain sandwiches and they came with a freshly baked cookie as well. Arriving back at the barn she carried the brown paper bag as well as the two cups and walked back to where he had settled outside the stall. Not very exciting, but the best cold sandwiches around, in my personal opinion. She commented as she handed the bag and hot chocolate to him along with his leftover money.Sitting back in the chair she took a small sip of the tea which was nice as it warmed her from inside out. After finishing her sandwich she disposed of her garage and glanced into a stall with the filly she was supposed to work with. She was resting so she decided to let her rest for now and would wait a bit until she lunged her. Walking back in the direction of Enzo, she paused at Riveria's stall as the mare came forth. She petted the mare for a moment before asking. When does your competition season start? The question was asked after it had popped into her mind. I'd like to come watch sometime, if that's alright. Sentence was phrased in a question and she partially raised a brow as she waited for his response. Figure leaned slightly against the wall in between the stalls.
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Post by Ayrn on Jan 13, 2011 0:12:15 GMT -5
He had always made it a habit to make sure that before he left that he checked over all the horses as well since he hoped that someone else in the barn would be like him as well and do the same when he was not there before he left since there was nothing worse than learning that your horse had been involved in something and no one had noticed and picturing that they had been sitting there and waiting for help for who knows how long before the person noticed. It made him sick to his stomach even imagining. Just like it made him sick thinking that a worker had been careless enough to try to feed the horse moldy hay and the hay that had been there had been moldy enough to really harm an animal it was not even any longer at the transition stage that some people deemed to be alright. He was so enraged he knew that it was not going to be a good idea to phone them right away so instead he left the stallion for a moment knowing he would be alright and walked to the mares stall where she stood stoically at the front of the stall with her head resting on the door. Palm moved to her neck to make sure that he did not startle her with his approach and ran along her cheek bone before he kissed the horses forehead. Stepping back after hand ran over the mares silky hide he dialled the number he had gotten from the bulletin board on the tack room door. It rang twice before someone picked up. Hello its Enzo, from the barn. The person was cheerful and greeted him. Theres a little problem. My new horse that came in today was fed very moldy hay and is not colicking quite badly. I don't know who fed him but there is no excuse for something like this to happen. I trust my horses care to your staff. He started to get a little unhappy and a little more tense so he stopped talking in order to allow the person to speak to him about the situation which she apologized profusely and promised that she would be out to come and check on it and telling him that she would watch the horse if he had somewhere where he needed to be. While it was nice he did not like that idea and knew that the horse was his responsibility and he did not want someone else handling the horse right now since he did not trust the animal at all. After he had said good bye to the person and calmed down slightly he then took a seat in front of the stall again and waited for her to return with lunch and he was handed a sandwich. Mmmm. Sounds great. He accepted the food from her then turned back to her. Thanks for doing that. She then turned the conversation back to the horses and asked when the show season would be starting for him and telling him that she would love to come and watch sometime. I would love that, most of it starts in the middle of march.
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Post by Ardy on Jan 29, 2011 1:29:20 GMT -5
Not a problem. Gentle smile spread across her lips before taking a seat in the chair angled towards his. He explained the competition season would begin in the middle of March as well as stating that he would enjoy that. Brown eyes were rolled in a joking manner before rising from the chair to walk over to the mare's stall and gently pet under her forelock. I have to go work a friend's filly for a bit, I'll see you later then I guess. She stated with a friendly wave before walking further down the aisle way until reaching the filly's stall. The small worn leather halter was taken down from the hook beside the door and the yearling was on full alert nickering in the stall. Slipping inside, Kambree spoke in soft vocals to the curious young animal being slow in movement as she petted along the horse's neck until the halter was carefully eased over the filly's crown. Lead line was clipped to the halter after a moment and the equine followed with bouncy steps outside of the stall. Her conformation was rather lanky at the moment since she appeared to be going through a growth spurt with her hind end a bit taller than her withers. Callie was tied for a moment as the lunge line and whip were grabbed from the tack room. Remembering where she had been told the small splint boots were, she grabbed them and adjusted them to the filly's legs who did not seem too approving of the idea. Changing out the lead line for the lunge line, she coiled the rope up before leading her to the arena. Gate was latched behind her so the chance of the horse getting loose were minimal just in case she lost grip on the line or something. Giving the horse gradual line, she started trotting circles before being spooked at sparrows and loping with a few playful bucks here and there. The lunge whip mostly went unused since the young horse found several encouragements through various barn noises as well as energy spurts from being confined to the stall. Once the horse had been going efficiently for several minutes she was pulled in and walked about the arena for a few laps until being led back to the cross ties and placed in them. Boots were unvelcrowed from her legs and returned to their original place as were the lunge line and whip to her owners trunk. Curry comb ran several times over the mare's fuzzy sorrel hide and a few hairs started to shed here and there. At least that meant spring would not be gone forever. Personally Kam was not a fan of her horse in the winter months with all his fuzz but it was natural and not a big deal at all. If she really cared about how representable he needed to look he could be body clipped and layered with blankets but she had no need for it besides personal preference. There were far more to equines than just their looks and bloodlines but those were the biggest decision making qualities for a majority of people. Granted, feeding a pretty horse with papers costs the same as a grade motley one, that did not matter to her in the end. Maverick was not ugly anyway, he was what she wanted in both color and temperament but she had just gotten lucky and had done a fair share of looking at the time. After running a few different brushes over the horse's coat she returned Callie to her stall. She had been asked to work the filly for a week while a friend was away and had happily obliged since it was not a bother to her at all. Striding down the aisle way once more, she paused at where Enzo was sitting.The stallion appeared like he was coming more and more conscious, as he stood a little more alert in the back of the stall. Are you planning on staying here all night? I have a sleeping bag out in my truck I think, if you need it. She offered a little apprehensively then thinking nothing of it really. She was just trying to be amicable.
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