journal
day 1
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I had been awake since the crack of dawn, nervously pacing my rickety bedroom floor. I couldn't possibly sleep-not with my new mustang just waiting for me to pick them up! I had been accepted to train a wild horse, with no previous human contact. I would introduce them to the world, and- BRIIIING! The alarm rang. I sat up in my bed, confused. Wasn't I just awake?A glance at the clock confirmed that is was 6:00. The sun was shining through my window, dappling the bedsheets. I got dressed, then tiptoed downstairs and poured myself cereal and a glass of lemonade.I wolfed it down, pasted a note on the table, and opened the door, breathing in the crisp morning air. A white tailed deer leaped across our giant yard, typical of Montana. Luckily for me, Montana was pretty close to Wyoming.
-7 hours later-
My Mustang (the car) pulled into the gravel parking lot, giving one last rev before parking. The clock read 1:09. Perfect. It started at half past one, so I had time to look around and find my horse. Hopping out, I walked up to a man in a "Mustang Makeover" vest. "Hello," I said, "I'm looking for the mustang number...84361." The man nodded and motioned fr me to follow him. We wove our way through many corrals containing one mustang each, some rearing and confused and others just standing there. Finally, we approached a young mare- chestnut maximum tovero, she looked like. "Here's your horse,young lady." the man said. I thanked him and looked over the fence. She was walking around with a dazed look in her eyes. I felt sorry for the pretty mare. She would never roam the plains again. Never run in a herd or be free to wander.... Oh, come on, I told myself. She was going to come with me, back to my house, to stay in a giant meadow anyways.
A young woman walked up to me,carrying a lead rope and halter. It was time to take my horse home.
Loading her into the trailer was actually not that hard,she just didn't know what it was. She hesitated before going inside, but not for long. I slid into the driver's seat and turned on the engine.
As soon as we got home, I unloaded her into the paddock. I had a lawn guy come and inspect it. There was drainage and good grass, so the mare would be able to get nutrients from the paddock as well as her daily feed. Overall, it went well. I'm excited for tomorrow!
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day 1
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I had been awake since the crack of dawn, nervously pacing my rickety bedroom floor. I couldn't possibly sleep-not with my new mustang just waiting for me to pick them up! I had been accepted to train a wild horse, with no previous human contact. I would introduce them to the world, and- BRIIIING! The alarm rang. I sat up in my bed, confused. Wasn't I just awake?A glance at the clock confirmed that is was 6:00. The sun was shining through my window, dappling the bedsheets. I got dressed, then tiptoed downstairs and poured myself cereal and a glass of lemonade.I wolfed it down, pasted a note on the table, and opened the door, breathing in the crisp morning air. A white tailed deer leaped across our giant yard, typical of Montana. Luckily for me, Montana was pretty close to Wyoming.
-7 hours later-
My Mustang (the car) pulled into the gravel parking lot, giving one last rev before parking. The clock read 1:09. Perfect. It started at half past one, so I had time to look around and find my horse. Hopping out, I walked up to a man in a "Mustang Makeover" vest. "Hello," I said, "I'm looking for the mustang number...84361." The man nodded and motioned fr me to follow him. We wove our way through many corrals containing one mustang each, some rearing and confused and others just standing there. Finally, we approached a young mare- chestnut maximum tovero, she looked like. "Here's your horse,young lady." the man said. I thanked him and looked over the fence. She was walking around with a dazed look in her eyes. I felt sorry for the pretty mare. She would never roam the plains again. Never run in a herd or be free to wander.... Oh, come on, I told myself. She was going to come with me, back to my house, to stay in a giant meadow anyways.
A young woman walked up to me,carrying a lead rope and halter. It was time to take my horse home.
Loading her into the trailer was actually not that hard,she just didn't know what it was. She hesitated before going inside, but not for long. I slid into the driver's seat and turned on the engine.
As soon as we got home, I unloaded her into the paddock. I had a lawn guy come and inspect it. There was drainage and good grass, so the mare would be able to get nutrients from the paddock as well as her daily feed. Overall, it went well. I'm excited for tomorrow!
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