Barn Name: Graham
Height: 14.3 hh
Gender: Gelding
Eye Color: Eggplant
Phenotype: Grullo Wild Dog Overo
Genotype: EE aa DD Wdowdo
Height: 14.3 hh
Gender: Gelding
Eye Color: Eggplant
Phenotype: Grullo Wild Dog Overo
Genotype: EE aa DD Wdowdo
“Come on, Graham, let’s get you inside, you old man.” A whispered, soft voice told the dark coated gelding. Rough hands from years of hard work were gentle as they rubbed at his velvety nose, elicited a soft murmur in response from Graham. Groaning with the effort, Graham rose from where he had been resting on the soft grass of his paddock, ears flicking as the other horses bedded down both out and inside their stalls. Graham snuffled as he stretched for a few moments, old bones creaking with age. His eyes followed the middle aged man as he walked around him, hands soft as they moved over Graham’s neck and back, careful around his hips but just enough pressure to be sure nothing was amiss.
Satisfied that Graham was no worse for wear, unsure just how long he had been laying down with the craziness that had been going on that afternoon and into early evening, Sam Marks patted his old friend on the shoulder before clipping a lead to his halter. “19 years tomorrow, Graham! Time flew by, didn’t it?” Sam asked, referring to the years they had spent together. Though Graham himself was just shy of 24, Sam smiled as the gelding gingerly pressed his nose to the mans arm and kept it there. His way of saying he was happy and content with Sam. Ruffling just forelock and ears, Sam remembered the younger gelding, the aggravated and anxious horse he had been at the rescue facility. Patience and some long hours of training had worked wonders on both of them.
“What do you say I get Serris to make you one of her carrot cakes tomorrow? I know how much you love those.” At the mention of carrot, Graham’s ears flicked and his head bobbed upward, eyes bright with the promise of the sweet treat; soft enough for his work teeth, yummy enough for even the pickiest of eaters. “Let’s get you a late night snack before settling in for the night, yeah? It’s gonna be pretty cool out here tonight.” Leading him back up from the paddock, Graham stuck close with his nose pressed against Sam’s arm the whole walk, sighing as they ambled their way back in to avoid falling ill. A lifetime ago, neither horse nor man would have figured each other as partners and the best of friends, but nowadays it was a wonder to see either of them without the other both morning and evening.
Satisfied that Graham was no worse for wear, unsure just how long he had been laying down with the craziness that had been going on that afternoon and into early evening, Sam Marks patted his old friend on the shoulder before clipping a lead to his halter. “19 years tomorrow, Graham! Time flew by, didn’t it?” Sam asked, referring to the years they had spent together. Though Graham himself was just shy of 24, Sam smiled as the gelding gingerly pressed his nose to the mans arm and kept it there. His way of saying he was happy and content with Sam. Ruffling just forelock and ears, Sam remembered the younger gelding, the aggravated and anxious horse he had been at the rescue facility. Patience and some long hours of training had worked wonders on both of them.
“What do you say I get Serris to make you one of her carrot cakes tomorrow? I know how much you love those.” At the mention of carrot, Graham’s ears flicked and his head bobbed upward, eyes bright with the promise of the sweet treat; soft enough for his work teeth, yummy enough for even the pickiest of eaters. “Let’s get you a late night snack before settling in for the night, yeah? It’s gonna be pretty cool out here tonight.” Leading him back up from the paddock, Graham stuck close with his nose pressed against Sam’s arm the whole walk, sighing as they ambled their way back in to avoid falling ill. A lifetime ago, neither horse nor man would have figured each other as partners and the best of friends, but nowadays it was a wonder to see either of them without the other both morning and evening.