Post by Cara Smith :) on Sept 8, 2015 18:36:14 GMT -5
Cara walked down the cobblestone pathway leading to the barn to visit her bay mare Alida. The air was thick with humidity and made Cara's thin blue tank top stick to her back and her hair frizz out. It was impossibly hot and Cara didn't plan on riding her horse in this heat, instead she planned on giving her a evening of pampering. Alida had been doing wonderfully recently, and Cara was very excited about how well she was responding to her new training methods and schedule. The program was more focused on flatwork, and helped the horse release tension by performing lots of different stretches and Alida was really starting to use her hind end. Cara approached the tall wooden doors of the stable and pushed them open, a familiar smell of horse hair and hay greeting her. Her boots clopped down the hall as she made her way to her mare's stall, glad to be out of the extreme heat.
"Hi girl." She cooed gently once she was in front of Alida's stall. The big bay horse stuck her head over the stall door and nuzzled her owner affectionately before returning to her food. Cara continued down the hallway to the tack room. The air in the room was even cooler because of the air conditioning and already a few riders were taking advantage of the wonderfully chilly room. She smiled to the people and walked over to her section of the room with all of her and Alida's tack. She opened the burgundy tack trunk with her two initials, CS, scrawled in cursive on the side. She grabbed her pink grooming tote, closed the heavy lid and took Alida's supple leather halter and lead rope off the hook and headed back to the stall.
Cara patted Alida's neck as the headed down the aisle to the designated wash stall. Cara turned her in, removed her halter and put back on a simple black nylon halter she used for baths so her leather one wouldn't get wet and discolored. She clipped the cross ties onto both sides of the halter and turned to take her spa supplies out. First she removed her shampoo that protected Ali's coat from sun damage, then her hoof oil and finally the mane and tail detangler and then placed everything on the small ledge. Cara pulled the hose out and turned it on, the water a refreshingly cold. She began to spray Alida's legs and worked her way up until both of the horse's sides were soaked. She then remembered that she had forgotten her sponge in the tack room. Cara stuck her head out of the wash stall and looked for someone to quickly watch Alida so she could run and grab it. She spotted a rider that slightly looked familiar and called them over,
" Hi, do you mind watching my horse while I go get my sponge?" She asked pleadingly.
"Hi girl." She cooed gently once she was in front of Alida's stall. The big bay horse stuck her head over the stall door and nuzzled her owner affectionately before returning to her food. Cara continued down the hallway to the tack room. The air in the room was even cooler because of the air conditioning and already a few riders were taking advantage of the wonderfully chilly room. She smiled to the people and walked over to her section of the room with all of her and Alida's tack. She opened the burgundy tack trunk with her two initials, CS, scrawled in cursive on the side. She grabbed her pink grooming tote, closed the heavy lid and took Alida's supple leather halter and lead rope off the hook and headed back to the stall.
Cara patted Alida's neck as the headed down the aisle to the designated wash stall. Cara turned her in, removed her halter and put back on a simple black nylon halter she used for baths so her leather one wouldn't get wet and discolored. She clipped the cross ties onto both sides of the halter and turned to take her spa supplies out. First she removed her shampoo that protected Ali's coat from sun damage, then her hoof oil and finally the mane and tail detangler and then placed everything on the small ledge. Cara pulled the hose out and turned it on, the water a refreshingly cold. She began to spray Alida's legs and worked her way up until both of the horse's sides were soaked. She then remembered that she had forgotten her sponge in the tack room. Cara stuck her head out of the wash stall and looked for someone to quickly watch Alida so she could run and grab it. She spotted a rider that slightly looked familiar and called them over,
" Hi, do you mind watching my horse while I go get my sponge?" She asked pleadingly.
