Post by Rachelle Rose Turner on Aug 15, 2010 18:58:23 GMT -5
Rachelle walked down the isleway to face her horses stalls. She opened up Crimson's and entered. He was quite aware she was in the stall with her, just was too distracted by the sparkly red jolly ball infront of him. She had groomed him earlier in the day she all she needed to do was tack up. She put his splints on first, so she wouldn't need to return below his knees until she had to remove them. Then she threw his saddle and pad on his back and hooked up his martingale. The whole time she was quietly singing to her horse. It calmed him down it seemed. She checked and rechecked and led him out of the stall headed for the outdoors; They were goin cross country...Crimson's favorite 
