Mustang Makeover - Journal of Kayla & Brandy

[Em Jay]

Hey everyone who decided to click on this thread! First of all, I want to thank you for looking at this, even if you just read the first page, think it's boring, and leave to do something else. Secondly, if you decide to read this diary, I must ask you to keep all comments, constructive criticism, hate, love, or anything else you have to say on my horse's page. If you like my training story, please tell me so by either posting on my horse's page or by clicking on the 'like this' star button underneath the picture of my horse. I would really appreciate anything you have to say, and I would also love any fan art of my pretty little mustang if you feel like making any c:
If you don't know what the Mustang Makeover is, you can read all about it here------->X

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Day 0 [X], Day 1 [X]

[Em Jay]

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Show name - ???
Barn name - Brandywine 'Brandy'
Trained & ridden by - Kayla Joyce Mason
Age - 8
Breed - Mustang
Color - Blood Bay Tobiano
Gender - Gelding
Markings - Tobiano
Height - 15.2hh
Vice/Fear/Special - This horse has the vice commonly is
linked with cribbing, called "wind-sucking". This means
the horse arches his neck and
gulps air, and this can lead to
colic and gut issues.
Personality - Unknown

Likes:
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● Food
● Attention

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Dislikes:
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Personality traits:
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● Showoff

[Em Jay]

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Intro page [X]
Horse information [X]
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Day 0 [X], Day 1 [X]

Extra page, just in case. I might end up putting art up here.

[Em Jay]

Day 0
The Arrival
Starting Time – 7:15 AM || Starting Area – Whispering Woods Ranch house

Events:

● Mustang arrives
● Mustang interacts with other horses

The familiar call of my alarm clock pierced the air with its shrill beeping, causing my arm to fling out and slap the snooze button, which I always managed hit with closed eyes no matter how sleepy I was. I looked at the time, which read seven fifteen in the morning, groaned, pulled the covers over my shoulder, and rolled over. My intentions were to sleep until my alarm went off again seven minutes later, when I suddenly remembered that something special was supposed to happen today. I racked my brain trying to remember what was going to happen, and suddenly my eyes flew open and I quickly sat up; today was the day, the day that that my mustang was going to arrive here at Whispering Woods Ranch. I threw the covers down to the end of the bed and climbed down the ladder of the bunk bed I shared with my 9-year-old sister, Lilly. I jumped from the last step to the ground and went over to the window, throwing it open. ”Wake up, Lilly!” I called, birdsong floating through the open window. My sister groaned, obviously in no mood to get up without motivation. ”The new mustang is coming today," I said, which caused her to sit straight up with an excited gasp, her eyes wide.

”Yay!” she shouted, jumping out of bed and running into the closet to get changed.

I shook my head with a smile; Lilly could be a little too energetic for my taste most of the time. Once she came out, I checked her outfit and then sent her downstairs to the kitchen so that I could get dressed. I chose an old pair of jeans and a dark grey cotton t-shirt and put them on, walking out into the hallway and into the bathroom to make myself presentable. I washed my face and then took my long, curly hair out of the bun that I had it in while I slept, wetting it down before giving it a good brushing and braiding it over my left shoulder.

Once I was done in the bathroom, I ran downstairs and said good morning to my mother, who was sitting on the couch with coffee and a thick book. She looked up from her book and smiled, "They'll be here in thirty minutes." I nodded and threw two pieces of bread in the toaster, pulling out the butter from the fridge. I also grabbed a blueberry yogurt and the milk for cereal. I had just finished pouring the milk on top of my Cheerios when the toast popped up. I buttered it and sat down to enjoy my usual breakfast meal, watching Lilly gather her own breakfast food as I ate. Finishing quickly, I put everything away and went outside to wait for the arrival of my new mustang.

I walked to the pasture fence and leaned my elbows against the wooden boards, watching our two other horses graze peacefully. Montanna, a beautiful strawberry roan mare, looked up at me for a second before going back to grazing, while the bay roan filly, India Rose, came up to me and curiously sniffed my shirt sleeve. "Hey, Indie," I greeted her with a chuckle, rubbing her velvet nose. She pushed her nose into my hand and blew warm breath on me before turning quickly and trotting back to Montanna to continue grazing. Hearing footsteps on the gravel, I turned to see my twenty-one-year-old brother, Vincent, coming towards me. "Good morning, Vince!" I said, turning back to watch the horses.

He walked up to the fence and stood next to me, grinning. "You excited?" he asked, running his hand through his short, dark brown hair.

"Yeah, extremely," I answered, a big smile on my face. "Thanks for offering to help me with the mustang," I said. I knew a lot about horses and had done some minor training with the two that we owned, but I had never fully trained a horse that had previously had almost no human contact, so I was grateful that my brother had offered to help me.

The sound of a truck entering our driveway grabbed my attention, and I watched my father's pickup pull up, Dad at the wheel and Grandpa Max sitting beside him. They turned the truck around and, with my brother's help, backed the trailer up to the gate of the empty pasture adjacent to the one holding our mares. Vince opened the gate and motioned for the truck to back up farther until the trailer was exactly lined up with the opening into the pasture. I heard stomping coming from the horse trailer, and suddenly a loud whinny echoed out from the restless horse. Two answering calls sounded from Montanna and Indie, who were standing nearby, visibly excited about the stranger in the trailer.

Dad and Grandpa Max walked up beside me, and Grandpa grinned. I looked up at him and grinned back, "Did you have much trouble getting him in the trailer?"

Grandpa Max shook his head, "Nope. All we, eh, had to do was show him a bucket of, eh, grain, and into the trailer he, eh, went! Heh, heh! Very motivated by, eh, food, he is!"

I smiled at my grandfather's halting way of speech, which caused him to talk slowly, but it endeared him to me. "Well, that's encouraging! Let's let him out." I walked over to the trailer where Dad and Vincent were standing waiting for me.

"Once we open this door, he's most likely to come flying out. Be ready," Dad warned, putting his rough, calloused hand on the latch. I nodded and backed up, holding the pasture gate against the trailer to keep a possible escape route closed. Dad opened the trailer door and quickly moved out of the way, pulling the door wide open. A dark nose was cautiously pushed out of the trailer, and then with a loud neigh, the mustang galloped out of the trailer and into the pasture. He ran the length of the fence on way, and then he kept going all the way around the perimeter. I was mesmerized by the fluidity of his movements as he made his way around the pasture, tossing his head and snorting loudly. "He's beautiful! Oh my goodness, I'm so excited!" I exclaimed, shutting the pasture gate. The mustang was a blood bay with tobiano markings, his black mane and tail streaming out behind him as he ran.

"He sure is a handsome boy!" Vincent commented, walking over to stand beside me.

"Yeah. I think I'll stay here a while and watch him," I told my brother. He nodded and left to go help my father unhitch the trailer.

After making two more rounds of the pasture, the mustang slowed and trotted over to the fence that separated his pasture and that of the mares'. He stood a little ways back from the fence and whinnied proudly, his ears pricked forward and head held high as he showed off to them. Montanna trotted up right next to the fence and pricked her ears, sticking her nose out as she gave a short nicker. Indie, on the other hand, stood back and eyed the mustang suspiciously. After looking him over, she gave a loud snort and turned, trotting away to graze. I guess she's not very impressed, boy," I laughed. At the sound of my voice, the mustang turned quickly and stared at me, startled; it was likely he hadn't even noticed I was there until now. "Hey pretty boy. Like your new home?" I spoke softly. He looked at me for a second, blinked, and then went back to showing off to the mares without giving me a second thought. I smiled and sighed, resting my elbows on the fence. He might not think much of me now, but I knew that, through good training and bonding, I would soon come to mean everything to him, and him to me.