We’ll he’s not sitting at the same table

But the cool kids aren’t shoving him in lockers when they see him shuffling down the hall

He was standing relatively NEAR the gray by the time I got out into the field.  He even CHASED him!  Why the gray ran I have no idea, because he’s got at least 4 inches on him. I was pleased and prematurely thought “Well, maybe you’ve settled in more quickly than I had expected.”

This may be the case out in the field, however they will NOT let him into the run in.  This would not be SO much of an issue if it wasn’t raining today and if Woody hadn’t sparked my most deep seeded pang:  The struggle of the underdog.  Perhaps it is my own inner(who are we kidding) outer nerd, but there is NOTHING that makes my heart ache more than seeing a kind soul being rejected.

So I had to leave the barn, cause it was just TOO pitiful.  He was standing NEAR the run in with his butt to the rain.  Every once in a while he would look longingly at the three beasts in the nice dry (and hay filled) building…just long enough for one of the red-headed mares to make her ears completely disappear into her poll and inform him that maybe they didn’t throw him into a locker today, but there was still time for a swirly if he wasn’t careful.

Before I left I brought Woodford in out of the rain, began to teach him the bendy game with carrots, made him stand on the cross-ties for short periods of time without pawing (which is not a DIFFICULT feat, he doesn’t paw much at all, but it is a goal like any other) and put some conditioner in his gigantic tail (hey, if he’s going to be wet, he might as well be getting some deep conditioning done). 

When it was time to put him back out, The Heathers were waiting (OK, technically it’s two Heathers and a Ram Sweeny). 

If you think this was the most pitiful he looked today, you’d be wrong. 

It was after this that he attempted to join the cool kids in the run in.  I finally had to leave because I realized I looked like a crazy lady staring at my sweet nerdy horse stand in the rain like Duckie in Pretty in Pink.