Post by SPARKI on Mar 7, 2011 20:55:08 GMT -5
Her hand grasped the mouse and tapped away at the keys, then clicking on her inbox of her business account. She had three new messages. One a thank you for an anxious horse she had treated, and given his owner a remedy for, and apparently he was back to his old self, winning shows. The next had no title. She read it. Narrowing her eyes, she read how this was a man who trained horses, but didn't use the methods she did to establish trust before treatment, and appeared to think her "useless" methods were pointless and stupid. He saw no improvement in horses performance that she turned out. She clicked reply and simply typed "It's all in Perspective" She sent. She shut her computer off and got up, running her fingers through her hair. Did her patients improve? Most definitely. They are often calmer, and have a better trust base if they didn't before. And they are just plain happy. Simple as that.
She quickly left her house to set to the road. In the five minutes to the barn, she was singing to music. In truth, she wasn't that terrible a singer. She had a great voice, however never learned to control it. As she pulled up, she smiled. The day wasn't looking bad today, the sky was blue and the temperatures growing warm. She stepped out, and walked to Doc's stall immediately as she entered the stabling block. She reached for his muzzle and played with the hairs on his chin.
"Hey there Handsom"
She said, smiling a little. She didn't bother with a lead, just slipped a halter on and opened the stall door, and walking away, Doc immediately following. She clipped him to a set of cross ties, and slipped to the tack room. She picked up a duffel bag out of her cabinet and hauled it back to Doc, unzipping it. She had each herb and oil in a bag so they didn't give off to strong of a smell. She glanced at Doc, leaning back. He had all hooves on the ground, shifting now and then, his ears swiveled a lot, and his head tossed here and there. It doesnt take a genius to tell he was antsy. She shuffled through her bag. She pulled out a bottle fromlots of empty ones, and then a few oils. She poured a small amount of pimento oil, jasmine oil, and a few small scent oils, so it smelled very nice. But she grabbed two other bottles and cradled them in her arms. She opened the top of each and held them out. Doc's nostrils widened and he sniffed each, but he started licking at the top of the blend she just made. She clsed the other two and poured some of the blend in her hands. Horses tended to know exactly what they needed, because there was only so much a human could interpret of how a horse was doing. She gently began massaging the blend in. Doc groaned and stretched his neck out. Bailey giggled as he quivered.
"Liking that?"
Increasing pressure, she worked down his back. When she finished, she rotated her arm in a stretch, and Doc was visibly more relaxed. His coat was also shiny with the oil blend she had created. She smiled. At the moment life was nice. Most girls would be devastated at the moment. She seemed perfectly fine, but her aunt had cancer, her boyfriend she had recently left as of a month ago, and just plain life. Most couldn't recover like her. Not a pinch of regret, only sorrow for her aunt. She wouldn't dare let herself slip into depression.
She soon took up the task of grooming her gelding. During the process, she was in thought. She had lots to do, college was piling on the work this time of year, but she needed to reserve herself a social life, and she couldn't dare let herself fall away from her work or horses. She had all but her social life well balanced. She worked until one side of the horse was clean, before rounding his rump to begin to mirror the image of his left side.
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Notes : Meh, nothing special. Had muse but then got lazy by the half way point so the words fell short.
