It was the beginning of summer, I was very excited to go riding my horse "Striiker." I spent hours getting everything ready to go ride him out in the country, I brushed him, fed him, watered him, and spent what seemed like hours on putting his settle on him. Once it got around to the time to get on him, he took off running towards the fence and wouldn't budge one bit. Tugging and tugging on him he was steady against the fence, not moving an inch. With curiosity I walked around to watch him for a moment, then I noticed my poor horse had a rash on his butt, and he had been rubbing it against the fence to keep it from itching. With a couple of weeks of ointment and antibiotics he had became the same old horse, I had always knew, but never will I ever forget the day he was scratching his booty on the fence! (:
