Day 1 (I thought of the stable name)
After the ride home I opened my trailer's door and came slowly out, my mustang! Looking him over I noticed his hooves had a few cracks. I would need to buy some hoof ointment but luckily we had a bottle. I squeezed some out and threw the now empty bottle away. Having cracked hooves, the mustang, which I would name later, didn't move around much and I guided him over to one of the BlackBerry Oaks stable's. I squatted down and began to rub some on his hooves. I ran back to the bottle which was still in the garbage in read it over.
" Appoint gently and evenly over cracked areas of hooves. Appoint once a day for two weeks. Keep horse on soft material"
I went back over to my mustang. He seemed to be doing fine with the other horses in the stables in which we were keeping him in. I stroked him all over and he seemed to enjoy it. " He's surprisingly gentle and well, nice!'' I thought about that until I got near his hooves. He got worried and started to move around uneasily. I didn't want to spook him so I gave him one of my treats I always kept in my pocket. He took it from my hand a little roughly and I petted his shining neck. I called the owner of the stable for a very soft-padded area. He said the new outside pen was littered with straw. I went to look at it and saw many layers of straw that would not hurt his hooves, but it was still easy to stand on. I went back inside to the stable which my mustang was in. I whispered good night to him, ran to my truck, bought 2 bottles of hoof ointment, and returned home to tell my family about my mustang. Together we thought of a name. Spring.
show name: Spring Song
barn name: Spring
Day 3I ran to my truck and drove off humming a tune patting my bag. When I got out at the stable I asked him if I could use some extra hay. He said that was fine and I grabbed a bundle. I ran into the stable hall and kissed Spring as I passed him. I rushed into the pen we were using and dropped the hay all around. Good, today he might get anxious and I didn't want him to crack another hoof. I went back to his stall and led him out to the outside pen. He looked around at the new hay and ate some. I laughed and got out something from my bag, a saddle blanket. He would need to get used to this as we would be sure to ride a lot. As I put it on he tensed up. He didn't like not knowing what was on his back. He whinnied in fear but I stood still. When I saw the faint white in his eyes I knew to be alert. He started pawing at the ground which was soft with hay. I decided to leave him to get used to the blanket while I got the next thing I would need. A cloth to cover his eyes. When I returned he was defiantly calmer than when I left him. When I approached him he backed up. I took out a whole carrot and gave it to him. I stroked him to build up even more trust. 4 hours later I toke the cloth and loosely wrapped it around his eyes. He got very tense and I reassured him, giving him apples and gently saying his name. When I felt him loosen up I toke the guide rope and led him forward. He wouldn't budge. After minutes of stroking and talking softly he took a hesitant step towards me. I led him around the ring going slower or a bit faster remembering his hooves' condition. By the end of the day he was trusting me completely although still tense with the blanket, at least his eyes weren't white. I took off the blindfold and gave him a whole carrot. He shook with happiness as I released the blanket. Leading him back to his stable I planned tomorrow. He would be bombproof over the next days.
