Not a show horse

Hon and Hol
Hon and Hol
It has been one week since the day after the day I got back home from the SAFE show, and I think I am ready to talk about it now. I was a very brave boy, but still I was not prepared for all of the sights and smells and sounds that come with being a show horse. I had a very nice friend come see me being a show horse, and she took me for walks and let me stare at many things. My friend is Holly and here is a picture of me and Holly in the show ring arena. I am being a very good boy in this picture.

At the show I did many things. The thing I did most was stand in a strange stall with no door so I couldn’t go outside when I needed to poop. I had to poop inside the stall! That is a terrible thing for a horse like me. When I went out of the stall with Holly, there was so much to look at that I had to stand very still and look and look. I saw a hundred horses and I had to say hi to some of them, which my mom thought was very funny because I hardly ever talk to other horses at home. Sometimes people made loud noises with their hands, and that made me jump and look around, but mostly I just stood very still and looked.

On the second day as a show horse, my mom took me through a strange obstacle course and she said I did very very well and I was very very brave. Later she took me out of the strange stall and brought me to a place and then unhooked my rope! I said Bye Bye Mom! and tried to run all the way home. But there was a rope of flags and I couldn’t run all the way home so I trotted in big circles like a dressage horse and then Mom gave me a cookie. She said it was a game called Bribe Your Horse, do you know that game? I did not want to bribed, just to run all the way home and that was not part of the game. Everyone laughed and then I went back to the strange stall.

When I was done being a show horse, I came back home and Jay and the Big Baby were waiting for me. I was so happy to be back in my stall where I could see my friends and poop outside and have a nice roll and bite the Big Baby.

My other friend Bree is here and she brushes me until my coat is too shiny and red to even look at! I am so handsome, but I don’t know if I will be a show horse anymore. I tried hard but being at the show place made me snort and maybe I don’t want to snort so much.

2 Responses to Not a show horse

  1. aw, Honeycutt…you were, in deed, a very brave horse and you looked very handsome when you were standing very still looking at things. You may not have noticed but my very good friend Coconut Macaroon could not keep her eyes off of you. Anytime you were nearby she turned and just quietly watched you. She did not call you because I think she was shy (which is unusual for her) but I saw the way your red shiny-ness reflected in her eyes and how calm & quiet she was around you.

    I can understand why you might not want to be a show horse again. Coconut is glad you came to this one & so am I!

    Thanks for being so brave.

  2. Oh Honeycutt, please don’t bite the big baby.

    I liked meeting you at the SAFE show. Thank you for letting me touch your face. You are indeed a handsome horse.