I'm at a ranch now. :3 I like it, especially since I have horses trying to eat my phone. OLD MAN! YOU KNOW BETTER! D:<
Panic: Masa, you're talking to the horse again...
Meh. Well, his teeth need to be floated, and he's trying to eat my phone. >:I
Panic: Shut up and get back on topic.
How rude. >:I
Anyway, at the moment, I'm sitting in front of a horse stall, posting on the forum WITHOUT Internet, ((which is pretty beast if you ask me, I don't care who you are.)), and have a cat sitting in my lap kneading my leg and putting holes in my pants and my leg under my pants leg. TT_TT She's an old cat. One of those orange striped ones. Every time I get up: "meeoow..." "Merow...!" She's so cute.
Anyway, what's worse is that the gildings are out and prancing and flirting with mares as if they still
have their stuff. So yeah. They're doin some sort of crap. XD But they do anything for bread, so I keep a heavy load of bribery artillery.
Flirting with my poor horse, they are! TT-TT
The song I'm listening to is Get Wicked by Thousand Foot Krutch.
Once the owner of this ranch leaves, we'll work my horse... I hate the way he does it... He ties bags to their saddles and sicks the dogs after them. He does this in a round pen, which only 12 feet wide each way, and the fences are about eight feet high. He puts more than two horses in there, and they trip over each other, and it makes the horses afraid of bags and him.
These are horses that we use for trail rides. If they see a plastic bag, the'll pitch and retreat, with you on their backs, or on the ground.
I'm not letting him do that to MY horse. I'll skin him alive if he does.
Every bag of his that we find we burn. >:3 I play in the fire and make the string and bags burn faster. Anyway, I have to go work, I'll be on later to post what happens.
