It has been quite awhile since I wrote. It is so difficult for me to get these hooves to punch only one key at a time. In any event, since we last spoke, mom has moved me to a new barn. This place is smaller than the other barns I have been to, but my stall is huge! I have a back door and a front door. One leads to the barn, the other outside to a pasture.
During the day, I have a friend, but I didn't when I first arrived back in August last year. I have to admit, it was pretty exciting at first to have so much pasture and grass all to myself... and to be able to go in and out of my stall whenever I wanted....! I couldn't believe it was real. I walked in and out, in and out, in and out just to test my new freedom. It was pretty cool.
At night I had the other horses in the adjacent paddock to talk to. Mom was right that there was a horse there that I had known at a past barn. His name is Hot Rod. He was a baby when I last saw him, and now he is much bigger. Not bigger than me of course. But, it was nice to see a familiar face. Hot Rod was supposed to pull a cart of some sort in races, but he told me he deliberately went slow because he's heard that race horses have to work really hard and run a lot, and he did not want to do this every day.
The other horses included a tall palomino they call Artie and a black, stocky guy they call Tex. Artie was nice enough to me, but Tex gave me a bit of an attitude when we first met. I told him I was the top horse in a herd of over 20 horses at the last barn, but he didn't get it, or chose not to, I am not sure.
There was only one girl there, which was disappointing at first. She is really small, but she explained that she is a pony, not a horse. I knew a few ponies at the last barn, but they were all boys who thought they owned the place. But this pony was a girl and super nice. She took to me right away, but I played hard to get at first. Can't make yourself too obvious, I always say.
After a week or so, I started to feel a bit lonely, being the only horse in the paddock. The others would talk to me over the fence, but that meant we all had to stand together by the fence and we would eat all the grass and have to separate to get more.
Mom, being the great mom she is at divining my needs, talked to the barn owner and ever since, I have the girl pony in my paddock during the day. Her name is Salem, but everyone calls her simply Pony.
I have been at this barn for quite a few months now. I have made friends with all the horses, though I love the few times mom lets me go play with my old friend Hot Rod.
Pony and I get to spend days together unless the weather is bad, then we are all generally in the barn together. At night I have the place to myself and mom opens my back door so I can come and go. But I still get to talk to Pony, Hot Rod, Artie and Tex over the fence.
Now that spring is here, grass has started to grow and mom seems very happy she doesn't have to buy so much hay. I like grass better than anything anyways.
Well, that's today's posting. I will talk to you soon.
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