Friday, November 28, 2008

Thankful

My first Thanksgiving as a horse owner, I did not want Red Wing to dine alone. My mom took me to Big Acre where I purchased a brand new blue water bucket (he was in need of a new one anyways), a bounty of treats, and a salt lick. At home, I scrounged the pantry for anything a horse might like for a Thanksgiving feast. I filled the bucket with carrots, granola cereal, apples, oats, and tootsie roll pops.

After dishes were done and our guests were sitting around fat and happy, my mom and I ducked out and headed to Milford where I boarded Red Wing. We groomed him and gave him an obscene (unhealthy) amount of treats. The barn was dimly lit and empty of other visitors. I felt like I was getting away with something: stealing this quiet time with my mom and my horse on a holiday with no interruptions or other obligations.

We were back on time to serve pie.

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