||Four years old|
||Chicago, Illinois, USA|
I am Rolo. I like to run around and the boys really like me! My
mommy kisses me a whole lot! I love her, so I "hug" her back. She
brushes me, braids my tail (I don't like that) and she combs my mane.
Every six weeks, I get shod. I guess that means a manicure. I am very
spoiled! I am a picky eater too. I hate apples (see, I really am
spoiled!) and I love sugar cubes! My grandpa says horses don't have
feelings, but I felt bad when mommy fell off once. I was really scared,
so I ran. She isn't mad though.
Mommy: I love Rolo a whole lot! She is sooo cute, isn't she? I have only
fallen off of her once, but I was okay. Anyways, Rolo is only three! She
was raced a few times, but she was too slow. Luckily, they didn't put
her down, but I got her! I love her a lot (and I think she loves me a
One day, I was riding Rolo in the arena. We were near the gate when the
dog appeared and Rolo spooked. Before I knew it, I was on the ground,
and I saw Rolo running away. Luckily, my friend caught her before she
ran too far. I have been thrown before, but never fallen off. I wasn't
hurt badly, but I was very, very scared. But now we are friends again,
and I love her very, very much.