Job Description

Mama and i have been wanting to work with the horses more. So we signed ourselves up as volunteers. yay! not that it really means much; we will just keep track of how often we scoop horse poo rather than just doing it for fun... anyway, so i went to a horse training thing where they were teaching the rangers how t deal with the horses. most of the stuff they were saying was stuff i learned before my level 1 riding test. (im going for level 3 now, level 4 is the highest you can go). i ended up helping Bob teach and giving pointers and such, which made me selfconcious because i was a good 14 years younger than them. it was fun anyway, but i was really jealous about not being able to ride. it was so hard to watch Beth sit on Sage and have him respond to her cues. My own legs and hands twitched with yearning. Instead i stayed on the ground and helped. Eventually, all the rangers got called out and it was just Tim and Bob left. By that time, mama and mariah had come as well. at mamas request, tim started teaching us how to pack. which was interesting and very confusing. i eventually got distracted and sent mariah to go fill a water bottle with cold water from the horse trough. in that time, Sage had a little scare and uprooted the hitching post, but everyone was ok and Tim eventually got him calmed down and put away. as soon as he got back, i dumped the water bottle over his head. for a minute, he froze in that kind of surprised indignance, then he turned around and came strait for me. i squealed and tried to run into the brush, but it was slow going and he seized me and threw me over his shoulder, saying "into the water trough with you, you little punk." he had been threatening to do this for a while, so i let him carry me over there without struggling, figuring i should just get it over with. out of kindness (or fear of my mom) he let me kick off my boots and lose my cell phone as he marced across the pen. but when we approached the frigid water, i clung to him, figuring that if i had to go, he was going down with me. unfortunetly, i hadnt accounted for the fact that he was a law enforcement officer and hiked 18 miles a day on a regular basis. He pried me off without difficulty and i landed with a splash and a shriek. i launched myself out almost as soon as i hit the water, but not before my jeans and tank top were thoroughly soaked. i chased him out of the pen on muddy socks. he was laughing and hopped in his truck. "see ya" he said as i stuck my tongue out at him and retrieved my boots and phone. i had to ride home wet, but i guess it wasnt so bad. at least the weather was warm. i am wondering tho, is that how rangers treat volunteers? cuz i know dunking wasnt in the job description.