The day after I arrived at the cozy barn, lots of people came to see me. I couldn't really see their faces, but I heard their voices, felt their kind touches.
I got brushed all over, boy did that feel good. My shaggy coat is made for the cold, short days. The sun is getting warmer and the days are getting longer, but no one has bothered to help get this long coat off of me, until now.
I am really thirsty. Audrey (she takes care of me now) brings me bucket after bucket of cool, clean water - it's always there whenever I want it. What a treat!
My leg hurts a little. When Audrey asked me to back off the trailer the night before, I couldn't see behind me and I wanted to turn around. I guess I got in my own way and managed to step on myself (I seem to be getting a little clumsy in my old age). So I have a big scratch on my back leg. I don't think it's very serious. Audrey put some blue stuff on my cut and it feels better now.
They give me lots of hay, all I want really. And a little grain. Mmmm, that's good. I want more, but they say not too much at first. They're afraid I will get a belly-ache.
ABOUT ME - MISS SKIP A DE
My name is Miss Skip A De. You can see my pedigree here at ALLBREEDPEDIGREE.
I was born on March 2, 1990. I originally came from the midwest but ended up at a well-known Maine dealer in 2003. I was sold from that dealer (the Dark Barn) but came back through a buy from another dealer in March of 2009.
Someone didn't take very good care of me and something was happening to my eyes. When they tried to sell me at the "dark barn" again, no one wanted me. I couldn't see very well and my legs and feet hurt, so I didn't move right either. The people at the "dark barn" told the others that my eyes were just fine. They let people ride me, but I was really scared because I don't know where am was going. I can see somethings - dark blurry things, parts of things. So when they rode me, I wasn't always as calm as I should be.
And when they took me out of the "dark barn" into the bright sunlight - OUCH! That made me squint, it didn't feel so good.
I was scared, hungry, thirsty and tired. People would come and look at me, and try to ride me, but they always put me back in the barn.
I heard someone say, "She'll end up going on a truck North." I am not sure what that meant, but deep in my bones, I knew it was not a good thing.
Then one day two humans came into the dark barn where I was tied. I looked over my shoulder at one of the humans when she walked by. I kept trying to get her attention. I wanted out of there so bad. I knew that my days were numbered and if someone didn't get me out of there soon, my fate would be grim!
The two humans left and I was scared again. Three days past. My feet were getting more sore, my tummy rumbled and I was so thirsty! They gave me food and hay and allowed me to drink from time to time at this dark barn, but really not enough. Maybe enough for a healthy horse, but I wasn't feeling well and needed more.
Then some other humans came by to see me. This time they put me in a trailer. I didn't feel scared. I was sure this trailer wasn't heading "North." Well, we were headed north, but not the scary "north!"
The ride seemed to go on an on. Finally we stopped and they wanted me to come out of the trailer. I had to back up. But I couldn't see very well. It was dark and, as I said, my eyes aren't very good. But I could tell these humans wanted to help me so I put my trust in them and they helped me off the trailer.
They led me to a roomy stall with soft shavings for bedding. There was a big bucket of water and a pile of hay for munching. I am not sure where I am, but I know I am not "up North" at the scary place.
I was born on March 2, 1990. I originally came from the midwest but ended up at a well-known Maine dealer in 2003. I was sold from that dealer (the Dark Barn) but came back through a buy from another dealer in March of 2009.
Someone didn't take very good care of me and something was happening to my eyes. When they tried to sell me at the "dark barn" again, no one wanted me. I couldn't see very well and my legs and feet hurt, so I didn't move right either. The people at the "dark barn" told the others that my eyes were just fine. They let people ride me, but I was really scared because I don't know where am was going. I can see somethings - dark blurry things, parts of things. So when they rode me, I wasn't always as calm as I should be.
And when they took me out of the "dark barn" into the bright sunlight - OUCH! That made me squint, it didn't feel so good.
I was scared, hungry, thirsty and tired. People would come and look at me, and try to ride me, but they always put me back in the barn.
I heard someone say, "She'll end up going on a truck North." I am not sure what that meant, but deep in my bones, I knew it was not a good thing.
Then one day two humans came into the dark barn where I was tied. I looked over my shoulder at one of the humans when she walked by. I kept trying to get her attention. I wanted out of there so bad. I knew that my days were numbered and if someone didn't get me out of there soon, my fate would be grim!
The two humans left and I was scared again. Three days past. My feet were getting more sore, my tummy rumbled and I was so thirsty! They gave me food and hay and allowed me to drink from time to time at this dark barn, but really not enough. Maybe enough for a healthy horse, but I wasn't feeling well and needed more.
Then some other humans came by to see me. This time they put me in a trailer. I didn't feel scared. I was sure this trailer wasn't heading "North." Well, we were headed north, but not the scary "north!"
The ride seemed to go on an on. Finally we stopped and they wanted me to come out of the trailer. I had to back up. But I couldn't see very well. It was dark and, as I said, my eyes aren't very good. But I could tell these humans wanted to help me so I put my trust in them and they helped me off the trailer.
They led me to a roomy stall with soft shavings for bedding. There was a big bucket of water and a pile of hay for munching. I am not sure where I am, but I know I am not "up North" at the scary place.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
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