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Two days.
This will be open until I wake up and check the thread on the 15th.

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[Queen Vivane]

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[Queen Vivane]

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Owner: piaffes in the snow
Name: Vintovara "Vinny"
Gender: Mare
Age: 6 Years
Height: 15.2 hh

String Color: Electric Purple
Bead Color, Shape, Quantity, and Placement: The beads will be the color white, and will be shaped as half hearts. There will only be two beads on the ends of each dangling piece of string that hang from the bow, so that when the ends are put together, the two halves make a whole heart and only when she rehabilitated, will then two halves go together.
Significance: She is very elegant, much like my Great grandmother was. She was also a blonde back in her day and was deaf for the last 6 years of her life. Her favorite colors were purple and white and her and I had matching half heart necklaces that when put together made a whole.

Rehabilitation Journal:

Day 1
The mare arrived late yesterday evening, so I decided to give her the night to settle in. I put her into a roomy box stall, one that normally would be used as a foaling stall.

When I arrived at her stall door, I found her pacing unhappily. "Idoit," I muttered to myself. I should have known that the mare would hate being confined. Slowly, I moved into her stall, speaking slowly to her, despite the fact that she is deaf and can't hear me anyway.

As expected, she shied into the corner, tossing her elegant head about. Still moving very slowly, I opened the door to her run-out paddock, then backed out of her stall and latched the door.

The mare danced her feet around a moment, sending shaving flying then trotted out of the stall and into the small paddock. I nodded and headed back to the feed room, where I prepared her small ration of grain. I am going to start her slowly onto grain, just in case.

After putting her grain in her stall, haying her and filling her water, I left her to relax and went off to take care of the other horses.

Caring for the other horses took me about an hour and a half, so by the time I returned to the stall, her feed was gone, as were good portions of her hay and water. I took her feed tub back to the feed room to be scrubbed later, and on my way back to the stall, I stopped at the tack room to grab a soft nylon rope halter and lead.

Realizing that I was probably taking it too fast, I put the halter and lead on a hook outside her stall door and left her for the rest of the day. Tomorrow we would begin.

Day 2
The next morning after my routine of caring for the other horses, I returned to her stall, and she seemed much more relaxed with the ability to go outside at her own will.

I unlatched the stall door and stepped in, halter and lead in hand. She was out in her runout when I stepped in, with her rump to me, and because she is deaf, I had to either wait for her to turn to me, or I'd have to slowly come into her line of view.

So I waited. Patiently I sat by the fence for what had to be at least an hour before she finally turned. She snorted and tossed her glossy mane into the air.

Very slowly I slipped my hand into the front pocket of my baggy sweatshirt and produced a treat. A small portion of a granny smith apple. Just as slowly as I had gotten the treat from my pocket, I held my hand out for her.

She stared at me for some time before taking a few tentative steps in my direction. Just as suddenly as she started to come toward me, she stopped, and continued to eye me cautiously. Then after a few minutes, she would step toward me.

This pattern carried on for fourty-five minutes, until she stood right in front of me. I made no eye contact with her as she slowly extended her muzzle to my hand.

She held it there a moment, probably smelling the other horses off my hand, then lipped up the apple. The pretty mare crunched on the apple then took three steps backward, lowering her head to graze once more. I gave her about ten minutes before I held out another apple slice.

This time she was a little more eager with taking the treat from my hand. But this time she also did not step away before beginning to graze. It surprised me how well this was going.

Once again I waited ten minutes before holding out yet another apple slice. She greedily lipped this one from my palm. Slowly and extremely cautiously, I raised my free hand, as I had set down the halter at my feet, and touched her glossy neck.

She flinched and tensed immediately, but as I offered another apple slice, she relaxed. I stroked her neck and she stood there for me. As she stood, I reached into my pocket to offer another treat, but had come to find that the mare had eaten them all.

Eventually, without treats to occupy her, the golden mare grew bored of me and wandered away to graze. Picking up her halter and lead, I noted in my head that today was a surprisingly good session. Shrugging, I exited her stall and hung up her halter and headed off to finish my chores.

Day 3
This morning, I woke up late. I had forgotten to set my alarm, so I didn't wake up until 7:00, whereas I should have already had all the horses fed and cleaned out by now.

Rushing out to the barn, I could hear the chorus of upset whinnies. Quickly, I mixed grain and filled haynets and water buckets, then mucked out all of the stalls. When I had finally finished at about 9:00, I quickly popped into the tack room and grabbed a halter and lead, then made my way down to Vinny's stall and looked in.

I had attended to her stall first, and already her grain was gone, she had little hay left, and half of her water was gone. She, however, was not in her stall, and as per usual, was out grazing in her run-out. I opened the stall door and stepped in, latching it behind me.

Slowly stepping out of the dimly lit stall into the bright outside, the pretty mare threw her head up. She was facing me this time. As soon as she recognized me this time, her ears flicked forward and she nickered, stepping tentatively closer to me.

I smiled and got an apple slice from my pocket for her, then held it out in my palm once more. The golden mare eagerly lipped the treat up and proceeded to graze at my feet. As she grazed, I slowly unclipped the halter from the leadrope. I then slowly stepped to her shoulder, where I offered another treat to her, but I also held the leadrope in the same hand as the treat.

She sniffed at it cautiously, flicking her ears every which way, before snorting softly and taking the apple slice. I gently stroked her silky neck, then raised the leadrope up to her neck, slowly draping it over her neck. She stiffened, but I offered her another treat and she relaxed, continuing to graze. I slid the leadrope back her neck, so it lay over the center of her back, then picked up the halter.

With a treat held in my palm, and my palm placed in the middle of the nose band, I offered the treat to her yet again. This time, she was extremely hesitant, and it took her I good five minutes to get brave enough to take the treat. We repeated this process with the treat seven times before I slowly pulled the halter up over her ears. At first, she was not pleased, and pulled her head away from me, but then, when I held out my last treat, she let me clip the halter.

Since the halter did seem to bother her any, I left it on her, grabbed my lead rope and left her to relax.

WIP

Tack:
Halter;;Leadrope;;Polos;;Splint Boots;;Bonnet;;English Pad;;Western Pad;;Blanket;;English Riding Tack;;Western Riding Tack

Soo sorry for the wait.
I mighthave forgotten lol
Congratulations Piaffes, I really like where you were going with the journal idea <3

Those of you who worked on your form, please message me a base color for a semi custom as an apology for the wait. ^^

[landofmakebelieve]

Oh jeez, it took me long enough to see this cx I'm out of the loop haha

i guess you could consider this an bolated birthday present because my birthday was the 17th of april and you announced the winner on the 18th c;

I'm so trilled to have won her! Thank you tons!