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Hey all. (: TBK/Kitten/Barn here. *laughs* I just started this blog. Swapped around the backgrounds & such to my liking... and now I'm just down to the post before it's officially "started."

Although I'm sure no one will read this (I wish!), I'll let you in on what this blog is about.
Okay, let's take this very slowly. D: I wouldn't want you to get confused. Ready?
My (-points to self-) life (you know, that thing everyone's trying to get a meaning out of?) at the (connecting words; very important) barn.
Got that? Well, fooled you! That's not even the hardest part.
I know.
I'm sorry.

You see, I have a funny little twist.
I don't go to a barn!
Wow.
You didn't see that coming, did you?

I take riding lessons from my friend who owns her own pony. And before you get all judgmental and crap, she's an amazing instructor. In fact, I'm doing just as well as the other girls from the barn she goes to (my mom can't afford riding lessons for me at her barn atm). She bought a messed up pony and trained him until he was golden.
And, yes. She's also younger than me. *laughs*


But where there's horses and barns, you will often find drama, as many of the barn cats of the world will let you know. At The Barn (as I will now refer my friend's barn to), someone's been stealing hay. And Jon, the IDIOT owner of the property (he leases to Jen, the trainer) owns a couple of horses so he can get on every couple of months and play cowboy with his drunken friends. Oh, and did I mention he has a couple paso finos in "the back barn" (Jon's barn, really run down)? Two of which are fillies; one of which is a poor gelding who will probably founder if someone doesn't do something with him soon. He looks pregnant! His name's Heneral. He also cribs. He's made two marvelous dents in the metal of his stall door. Who knows how long that took?

Then there's the gray filly, dubbed Luna by me, but Houdini by some at The Barn - although normally she's just "the bigger filly" because Jon is too much of an idiot to actually name the poor girl. She apparently used to be sweet, but she's become nasty after all humans put her through. No one likes her - it's sad, really. Everytime I'm in the back barn with someone else, they always say, "That filly's mean. She'll bite'cha! I hate her." However, she's perfectly sweet to me - I just know to give her her space, along with little bits of kindness. Of course. She did charge my trainer/friend (who's name, btw, is Bonnie) when she went to let her out from her stall into the paddock. Bonnie doesn't like her, and neither does the filly - it's fun to watch them play together. x) Sometimes I wonder if it's not a loving relationship. She's called Houdini because she managed to somehow get out of her stall so many times! I call her Luna, since she's going to be white, like the moon.

Lastly, there's the filly. Yes. The filly. Aka "Tootsie Roll" and "the little filly" (wow, goes great with "the bigger filly," doesn't it?) - and I call her New Moon. She's a sort of dusty-brown grullo right now (Heneral is all white - well, gray, really, but you know what I mean - and Luna is gray, with a moon-white face). I call her New Moon in private - I don't really want anyone to know I've named her, and besides, it's kind of like her Secret Name - like in the Phantom Stallion books. The Phantom's secret name was Zanzibar. He trusted that name; he knew it. And so I tried that technique (I know it's corny, so sue me). And believe it or not, I think it worked. She knows me, at least. When others are around, I just call her "pretty girl" - not the most original name, but it's cute.

Before I continue with the filly's condition, let me state that she is the reason I started this blog. In hopes that someone would read it, and understand how completely lost I feel - you see, Jen may move the horses to a different barn, and Jon's horses - being his - will stay in the backbarn, and I would never see the filly again. And I can't buy her, either, since she's completely untrained - you can't even groom her (although I can't blame her for hating most humans; especially men). I love her so much... and it's an incredible feeling.
"You'd be amazed at what you go through when you're in love.
You'd be astounded by what you go through when you're in love with a horse."

My heart literally melts when, when her stall door is open, and I call out "Heyyy, pretty girl," while she's in her stall, she walks/trots her odd little Paso Fino gait over to me, ears pricked in welcome. And when I approach while she's in the paddock, she immediately does the same thing, with no beckoning involved. She'll also come inside if I call from the stable and she's out. I know for a fact that she only does this with me. I love her so much...

She has a huge gash on her right cheekbone. It's been there for almost a year now - once, Jen and Ruben put medicine on it (and did it by roughly manhandling her with her halter, which made her fear men; or at least Mexican men). However, they've given up on that. So that ASS Jon is just letting it sit there, because he'd rather buy beer and party with his friends than pay a vet bill to check out his OWN HORSE.

She also has some sort of internal blood infection (which could be fixed if only she could have a couple regularly scheduled vet appointments), so it's all swollen all the time. And then she rubs it, and it bleeds, and gets all pussy, and flies and other bugs land on it, and so they bite it and make it swell and itch more, so she keeps rubbing it. When people visit her, it helps, but there's only so much I can do if I only for sure can see her once a month - for the horse show. It's not fair to her.

I'll try to take a pic of her and her wound with my phone and put it here, but if the camera freaks her out, I won't. It's not worth it - even though every time I see it I want to call a horse rescue center. You can see the intelligence sparking in her eyes; and she's so sweet and trusting once you get past that wall of suspicion, fear, and wariness humans have built around her. I can't believe she has to be trapped in a hellhole like that. Too many if's and wishes of mine to count have been spent wishing I could have her, and train her like a normal horse so she wouldn't be ruined by STUPID paso fino training. If God were willing, that would be my dream.
But until then, I just have to work with what I have.

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