Meeting Beau!
To be honest with everyone, I wasn't entirely sure of myself when the association let out announcements on the Rehoming Event. Bad experiences with horses from abusing homes and awful habitats made me nervous at the mention of such cases with such a large amount of horses. The overcrowding, ungelded stallions in with bunches of mares, everything. At first, I told myself that I didn't need another horse, not after losing my Melody. However, I'm not good at holding back.
Reaching the barn where the rescues were stored hadn't been too hard. I had made sure to park my truck close by, but with enough room that others could get their vehicles in. I hopped out and headed to the back to let down the door of the trailer, making sure that it was still safe inside of it with nothing out of place. With an approving nod, I made my way down the corridor of the barn, glancing at hundreds of horses. I swallowed nervously, a lump building in my throat at the possibility of what
could be. Approaching stall number #123, I glanced into the stall carefully, eyes widened at what a beautiful and awful mess was stored inside. I could tell she was absolutely nervous with her stance and widened eyes. Such beautiful eyes they would be with the luster of what had once been. I smiled softly, stepping close to the stall and speaking gently to her. "
Hello, beautiful girl. Why did such a pretty girl get stuck in a place that bad, huh?" I open my hand slowly, letting it rest on the top of the stall door. She nickered quietly, backing up to the furthest corner of her stall. I didn't think she'd trust me fully in the beginning, so I knew to be patient. I reached into the pocket of my leather jacket and pulled out a large sugar cube, offering it up in the palm of my hand. She sniffed from her spot, tossing her head in my direction before very slowly creeping towards me, ears flattened softly to her skull. I stood as still as possible, watching her in awe. She paused a few feet from me, eyes widening before scraping the ground with her forelegs. She let out a soft whinny, almost a whistling sound, before approaching me the rest of the distance, teeth settling abruptly around the cube and taking it into her mouth. In all, she seemed pretty pleased with herself.
I clucked to her softly, my tongue hitting the palette of my mouth in rapid strokes. Her stance faltered, ears perked forward in curiosity as she approached me again, shying wide around the bucket of water placed in her stall. I noted that for later, but I hadn't moved my hand and it was a very big surprise when her gargantuan head placed itself into my palm. I slowly raised my hand, scratching along her cheekbones and between her ears. From that point, I knew she was a keeper.
