“Zandy! Zeal! Champion!" A black haired, 19-year-old girl, named Andi called as she enter the stables. Two low neighs came from the other end of the stable, it was them. Quickly, she ran over to them. "Hey, guys. You miss me?" she asked, in her Australian accent, as she got into their stall.
Playfully, Zandy pulled at her tapered jeans, while Zeal placed his head on her shoulder and dropped hay on her purple tank top. Champ playfully ran around the Stall, nickering for his Best Friends.
“You guys are so funny," she said as she hugged their heads, "Now come on; let's get ready for a ride."
She swiftly got their halters on and led them out of the stables and to the wash room. Most people thought it was hard for a girl her size to handle 3 horses, but it really wasn't; she could handle them with ease.
When she got to the wash room she tied Zeal to the side and brushed down Zandy. Carefully, she put Champ in an empty stall, he might have been older, but he still was a rambunctious at times.
The 15.3hh Buttermilk Buck-skinned Missouri Fox Trotter looked so beautiful after being brushed down. Usually she would tack him up in an American made-Western Saddle, but today she was not riding him.
She sighed as she gazed into his huge brown eyes and headed him back to the stalls. “I will be back later boy.” She said as she walked back to the wash room to start working with Zeal; keeping Champ in the empty stall.
Zeal was the hardest to control, since he was only a 3-year-old off-track Thoroughbred who was 17hh tall, yet he was just as beautiful as his brothers. He was off-track because he had only won a few races, but most he was far in the back. Slowly, she brushed him down, as she waited for him to become calm. When he finally was calm, she saddled him with his English-racing saddle. It looked beautiful against his dark brown hair and jet black mane.
Once she was finished with Zeal, she moved him back to the side, then got Champion into the wash room.
Luckily, today at least, Champ was a little easier to control, then again, he was only a 6-year-old Morgan who was 15.2hh tall, yet he was just as beautiful. He held his head high, walking with pride, looking even beautiful when in the arenas. He was has a Barrel Racing horse, and he was wonderful; that’s why he is her Champion. Slowly, she brushed him down, as she waited for him to become calmer. When he finally settled down, she saddled him with his Light-weight Western saddle. The black saddle looked beautiful against the sorrel-colored horse.
As they got to the ring, she looked at Zandy, who was in the stall run-outs; Zeal and Champ were the ones to work today; plus they were still getting use to the newer Stables. They had been there for about half a year or so, but it still seemed like it was their first time not on the Vince farm.
Quickly, Andi tied Champ down to the fence, then headed towards the gate. When she got to the gate, she lead ‘Class Act Zeal’ in and closed the gate behind him.
“Mount.” She said in a stern voice, getting the horse ready for the ride as she mounted him. She clicked twice to him and worked him into a walk. Together, they rode around the ring, stopping every now and then to look at ‘Dreamspinner’s Zandy’. While "World's Champion" nickered at them each time.
[Okay, sorry it's really long.... and messy.]