A well played protest

Okay, I may not have told you this… but my Daddy left yesterday.

No, don’t worry… he didn’t leave for good. He would never leave for good. (Well, not without taking me with him, that is.) He left for Connecticut to see his human parents, and he’ll be gone for almost a week. Now, of course, Mommy will still be here to take care of me… but my Daddy hasn’t even been gone one full day, and I already miss him so much!

When Mommy got to the barn this morning, she was alone; Daddy wasn’t with her. I looked for him – sometimes he hides around the corner and jumps out to surprise me – but he just wasn’t there today. I knew he wouldn’t be… but I was still sad when the realization sank in.

Daddy? Are you there?

Daddy? Are you there? I miss you, Daddy…

Mommy had planned on riding me in the morning, since the weatherman on her phone said it was likely going to rain later in the day, but I was very upset – and I wasn’t going to pretend like I wasn’t! When she hooked me up in the cross ties, I pawed and pranced and snorted and generally just vocalized my distaste for the situation at hoof.

Seeing how I was acting, Mommy decided that it was probably a better idea to put me on the long lines, instead of trying to make me work under saddle. Even though I didn’t think much of the idea at the time, in retrospect, it was a really good call on her part.

You see, as soon as she put me on the long lines, I took off and bucked as hard and as high as I could, as many times in a row as I could manage!

No! I don't want to work! I WANT MY DADDY!

No! I don’t want to work! I WANT MY DADDY!

Mommy just let me get out all of my frustration until I was pretty tired… and then she asked me to start working from the beginning again!

So, we trotted each way…

Okay, I guess I'll behave...

Okay, I guess I’ll behave…

And then we cantered each way…

Seriously, Mommy... I'm getting tired now!

Seriously, Mommy… I’m getting tired now!

And then Mommy let me walk to cool down. Which was a good thing, because I was exhausted! 

Phew... I'm glad we're done. That was a hard workout!

Phew… I’m glad we’re done. That was a hard workout!

Once I was completely cool and ready to head back to the barn, I stopped and give Mommy my sweetest apology. I realized that I was being quite a handful, and I didn’t want her to think that I was mad at her or anything!

I'm sorry, Mommy! I love you!

I’m sorry, Mommy! I love you!

Mommy accepted my apology, because that’s what Mommies do: they love their babies unconditionally… even when we have a bad day.

She brought me back to the barn to groom me and love on me and give me carrots, and then she put my blanket back on me and let me go out to the paddock to be with my friends. Of course, we had to go into the little paddocks today, since it was supposed to rain… but it never ended up raining, afterall. It was just cold and damp and cloudy and gray all day long.

Mommy came back again later in the day to bring me in and groom me again. I knew she would be alone, but I still couldn’t help looking for Daddy.

Daddy? Daddy? Anyone?

Daddy? Daddy? Anyone?

To make me feel better, Mommy gave me a carrot and a BIG hug… and some dinner hay.

Hugs from Mommy always make me feel better.

Hugs from Mommy always make me feel better.

I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, since the weatherman on Mommy’s phone said that it’s definitely going to rain tomorrow… But maybe he’ll be wrong again, and I’ll get to have a proper workout under saddle. I don’t know, but I’ll be sure to tell you all about it!

Until then, friends, I hope you stay warm and have lots of hay to eat! Catch y’all later.

Advertisements
Categories: A Day in the Life of Icchy Star | Leave a comment

Post navigation

Icchy wants to know what you think!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.

%d bloggers like this: