I think her name is Shortcake simply because I can’t decide on anything else and I’m getting used to it.
When I took Shortcake, they told me she had three issues:
1. She doesn’t like to be cross tied. She’ll fling herself around and be all crazy-like.
2. She doesn’t like to be washed. She’ll fling herself around and be all crazy-like.
3. She’s hard to catch in a field. No flinging or crazy stuff, just like who are you and why are you trying to kill me, I’ll just keep walking. Like that.
Otherwise, she’s a doll.
Mike-the-trainer can only do so much in less than a week, but he broke her of the cross tie and washing stuff for me. He doesn’t put up with stuff like that. As if!!!
Shortcake in the cross ties at my farm. That’s right, I did that. Which must mean she’s thoroughly over that because I’m no horse trainer.
However, she’s tough to catch.
I’m keeping her up close in the fields around the barn so as not to give her too wide of a world to evade me until we develop a closer relationship.
Our relationship is currently based on peppermint-flavored horse treats.
They’re hard to resist. (And the hardest part is keeping Zip out of my back pocket while I’m trying to seduce Shortcake.)
That’s right, you’re thinking about it, missy! And–
Then I rode her. She’s awesome. She’s so easy and calm and short. She does everything I tell her to do and makes me think we could ride over the moon. Though we haven’t left the barn yard yet.
She makes me feel like a horse crazy teenager. I’m in love with this horse. I want to go to the barn and sleep with her. IS THAT WEIRD?