Post by Trophyhorse misses kmsnead on May 16, 2011 16:26:57 GMT -5
Taylor led Satan up to the lunging ring, hoping he wouldn't be too crazy today. She picked up the carrot stick resting against the metal bars of the ring.
Holding it up for Satan to sniff, she said, "Please be a good boy for me today, okay?" Satan snorted as he smelt the carrot stick.
Moving without hesitation, Taylor pressed the carrot stick on his neck, letting the plastic and rope rub against him. Satan breathed hard for a few minutes, but he soon became quiet again.
"Alright, then, let's move on," Taylor whispered absently. She picked up the handle on the carrot stick, the gently tossed the rope over his back. Satan shuddered and side-stepped a little at the touch of the rope, but he didn't flip out.
"That's my boy." Taylor roped him around the forelegs, neck, back, and rump, but when she tried rapping the rope around his hind legs, Satan kicked out at the rope.
Taylor popped his lead and said quickly and sharply, "Nah ah!" Satan looked at her with wide eyes, studying her expression. Frowning at him, Taylor rapped the rope around his legs again. Thankfully, he didn't move.
Setting the carrot stick down, Taylor picked up the bridle and let Satan sniff it. Holding the lead rope under her arm, Taylor held it closer to his face; Satan didn't move a muscle. Slowly, Taylor slipped her thumb into the corner of his mouth so he'd open it; Satan watched her reproachfully, but didn't object.
Biting her lip, Taylor slipped the bit into his mouth quickly and slipped the rest of the English bridle over his head. Satan jumped away from her and bucked; white was shining in his eyes with wildness.
"Easy, boy! It's okay, Satan, it's alright, boy," Taylor said in a soothing, yet firm voice. Satan stood, shaking on his knees, watching her warily.
The second Taylor tried to come near him, Satan skidded away from her, kicking sand into her eyes. Cursing under breath, Taylor tried to blink the sand and dust out of her eyes. She heard footsteps behind her.
"What d'you want?!" Taylor shouted, choking up over the sand.
Holding it up for Satan to sniff, she said, "Please be a good boy for me today, okay?" Satan snorted as he smelt the carrot stick.
Moving without hesitation, Taylor pressed the carrot stick on his neck, letting the plastic and rope rub against him. Satan breathed hard for a few minutes, but he soon became quiet again.
"Alright, then, let's move on," Taylor whispered absently. She picked up the handle on the carrot stick, the gently tossed the rope over his back. Satan shuddered and side-stepped a little at the touch of the rope, but he didn't flip out.
"That's my boy." Taylor roped him around the forelegs, neck, back, and rump, but when she tried rapping the rope around his hind legs, Satan kicked out at the rope.
Taylor popped his lead and said quickly and sharply, "Nah ah!" Satan looked at her with wide eyes, studying her expression. Frowning at him, Taylor rapped the rope around his legs again. Thankfully, he didn't move.
Setting the carrot stick down, Taylor picked up the bridle and let Satan sniff it. Holding the lead rope under her arm, Taylor held it closer to his face; Satan didn't move a muscle. Slowly, Taylor slipped her thumb into the corner of his mouth so he'd open it; Satan watched her reproachfully, but didn't object.
Biting her lip, Taylor slipped the bit into his mouth quickly and slipped the rest of the English bridle over his head. Satan jumped away from her and bucked; white was shining in his eyes with wildness.
"Easy, boy! It's okay, Satan, it's alright, boy," Taylor said in a soothing, yet firm voice. Satan stood, shaking on his knees, watching her warily.
The second Taylor tried to come near him, Satan skidded away from her, kicking sand into her eyes. Cursing under breath, Taylor tried to blink the sand and dust out of her eyes. She heard footsteps behind her.
"What d'you want?!" Taylor shouted, choking up over the sand.
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