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Jun 4, 2008 11:12:47 GMT -8
Post by Bailey Moore on Jun 4, 2008 11:12:47 GMT -8
Bailey walked from the private barn to the training/rehab barn whistling some tune she didn't even know. It just kinda came to her. This was the last horse she had today, there were no boarders yet.
She saw the horse in stall 2 but didn't hear her at all before. "Hey there" She said softly as she put her hand out. The mare made a very subtle attempt to sniff her hand. She had to admit, the mare was quite sad looking. She was very much so overweight but once she thinned out, Bailey had no doubt she'd be quite the opposite.
Grabbing the grooming bucket Bailey slipped into the stall, the mare did not move. Bailey grabbed the soft brush and went over the mares face gently. Moving onto her body and then working her mane and tail. Once again she ended with the feet.
She picked up the nameless tune whistling as she put the bucket away and walked outside into the new day once again.
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