Coffee Creek (True Story)
I go to Coffee Creek Theriputic riding school, (I volunteer), and there is this one horse I love to death, Pogo. So, one day, everyone was out trying to catch the horses we were going to use. I was paired with Pogo. So I grabbed his tye-dye halter and went out to go get him. I tried catching him for a hour, and I finally caught him. i took him into the arena, walked him around, and started to groom him. I had put my jacket on the wall, and he went over and grabbed it and threw it on the ground. I groaned and picked it up. When I bent down to pick it up, Pogo pushed me over. Then sighed and got up. I tied Pogo up, and went to the lounge and put my coat up. When I came back, Pogo was in the middle of the arena. He knows how to undo knots. Everyone was laughing, and I was blushing. I went out and got Pogo..again...and tied him up. I finished grooming him, and put on his rig. I clipped on the reins to his halter, (He was in the May 3 tornado in Oklahoma), and started to walk him. Well, when the kids got here, he was perfect. Finally, when the kids left, everyone untacked thier horses. I un-tacking Pogo, and put his stuff away. We didn't need to bother grooming them, the owner said. So, we led the horses out in a straight line. I was the last one, so I got Pogo to the water trough last. I brought him over, and held his lead rope. I was talking to one of my friends, who has Pogo's best friend, Concho, and before I knew it, I was in the water trough! Pogo had pushed me in!! Everyone started to laugh, and I did too. I kissed Pogo on the nose. Oh, and did I mention that it was winter? But, I still love Pogo. He is my baby.