Another story that I have been working on.

[petlover]

I can't believe I totaly forgot about this story... Sorry for making ya'll wait...



While helping Ann unsaddle her pony I didn't really talk much like I usually did. I didn't feel like it.. My gaze kept drifting off to Brady standing in the 3rd stall brushing a horse. I tried not to look but I kept on. I knew that I did the right thing by walking away.. but I felt like I shouldn't have, like I should have leaned a bit more forward and fulfilled my *magical* moment...

By the time I got out of this daze I found myself with a saddle in my face. I stepped back a step to see why the saddle was in my face, and what the cause of it was...
" Can't hold.... much.. longer..." I heard Ann's voice coming from behind the saddle. I grabbed it quickly and headed toward the tack room. I looked at the colt I had been training and sort of chuckled as I walked by.. I was training him to be a roping horse. He was so lazy and fat, it was hard to see anything in him. That grayish brown color of his was nowhere near attractive, and he was as slow as a cow.. Roping horse? HA!! The only thing he came close to being was a pony ride horse. But, I felt that I could train him... so I kept trying.
In the 5th stall, I saw Radar, Brady's horse.. So big and strong. That horse would be an awlsome roping horse. I wish the colt that I was training would turn out that awlsome.. But I had my doubts.


Here is a picture of Radar. I hope you guys didn't get sick of waiting for me to write.