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Post by SydneyandStorm on Feb 10, 2013 10:56:39 GMT -6
.Bubbles.
Show Name: None Barn Name: Bubbles Breed: Quarter pony Height: 13.2 Gender: Gelding Age: 19 Color: Black Markings: Two back white pasterns Rider Age Level: 8+ Disciplines: English - Hunter-Jumper, 3'6 Personality: Bubbles is a favorite among the barn, due to his innocent personality and craving for any and every treat the kids will give him. He's careful around the young kids and very gentle towards everyone, his only fault being his tendency to be a bit stubborn and pull when food is nearby and not offered to him. In the ring, he's a good pony and generally tries to do what's asked of him. History: Bubbles was a little girl's pony before she outgrew him and moved on to a bigger warmblood. He was cared for by her family for a couple years and finally given to NYRS so he could continue to get exercise and be loved by children. Owner: NYRS Students/riders:
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Post by SydneyandStorm on Mar 23, 2013 17:48:32 GMT -6
Dylan turned the lights on in the barn with an awkward, fumbling slap of his hand against the barn wall in a rather blind attempt to hit the switch; such was the way he greeted the barn at six o'clock each morning, too tired to hit the light in a more coordinated, directed movement but too dedicated to sleep in for the extra hour that would enable him to do so. He made his way to Bubbles' stall, eyes slowly adjusting to the sudden change in brightness, and reached out to hold the black gelding's head firmly in his hands. "Hey, Bubs," he murmured affectionately, rubbing the pony's left cheek affectionately and then releasing the sleepy horse to do as he pleased. The gelding didn't move at all, however, except to yawn loudly and blink. "Ready for your food, then, huh?" Quickly Dylan grabbed Bubbles' food bowl and filled it, causing the other horses to begin the morning ritual of nickering loudly and obnoxiously in a desperate attempt to get their owner to feed them first. Bubbles was much more awake by now and had plunged his nose into the bowl, scarfing his food down quickly as though he had been starved. "Don't choke," Dylan warned affectionately, patting him once more on the head before heading off to feed the others. "I'll turn you out in a few minutes."
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