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It was a slow and breezy afternoon. Milo had been slowly easing Pirate into the saddling process on his free time. Pirate had been extremely curious when he was doing so, always turning his head to him with his ears forward. Milo was also determined to getting Pirate desensitized to a lunge whip for his future plans, rewarding him with treats, of course.
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Later on, he gathered up Pirate's things and got his halter on, leading him down to the shower area.
"There we go, Pirate," Milo mumbled aloud to himself, gently reaching up and petting Pirate's muzzle. "Farrier's coming soon.." He frowned, gently running his hand down the bridge of his face. "It'll probably feel.. well, really weird, but it's for your own good," He said in a hopeful tone, nodding proudly.
He leaned back on the railing before getting his phone out of his pocket and letting Pirate smell it. "Ohh.. yeah, you haven't seen this before have ya?" He chuckled lightly after noticing Pirate leaning forward, letting him smell it. "I only take pictures of you from afar, I make sure it's not on me when I'm working with you," He spoke gently and let out a sigh, his ears drooping down slightly.
*Marcus and I still haven't really talked about our argument..* He started thinking to himself before his thoughts got interrupted by the sound of a truck pulling up.
"Hey, Milo. How's it goin'?" The farrier poked his head out of his window.
"Ah.. good, good.." He smiled faintly, putting his phone in his back pocket before walking over.
"So this is the almighty Pirate, eh?" The farrier glanced over at Pirate after he got out of his vehicle. "Big guy indeed."
"Haha, yeah. I apologize for any mishaps that may occur," Milo spoke quickly as he watched the farrier open up the back of his truck.
"I'm sure he'll be fine, he seems rather calm," The farrier said before approaching Pirate slowly to introduce himself. Pirate snorted, hesitantly sniffing his hand before calling out and pawing at the ground.
"I think he likes me," The farrier said with a grin, walking back over to his truck and getting out his tool box.
"Now, remember the practice we did a few days ago?" Milo had appeared in-front of Pirate again before gathering up his lead. "He's just gonna trim your hooves, it's basically like trimming nails, but your nails are hooves," Milo's ears perked up slightly after the farrier came back with his tools and whatnot. "He might be a little fussy at first.. I made sure to do a little bit of work with lifting his feet up a few days ago so this wasn't dropped on him all of a sudden."
"Will do," He nodded, gently bringing a heavy-duty stool over. "Alright, Pirate.. just gonna lift your hoof up now.."
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"Pirate?" Marcus had been looking around the property for a bit, unaware of the farrier plans Milo had arranged. What if he somehow escaped.. Marcus thought with a tinge of sorrow.
"See? Not so bad." Milo spoke with a faint chuckle, still petting Pirate to keep him calm.
Marcus heard the commotion and made his way around the fence to see Pirate, walking over to see what was going on. ".."
Milo took a moment to notice Marcus, glancing up with surprise. "Marcus," He said quietly, looking back at Pirate.
"Mm.." Marcus nodded, watching the farrier before starting to walk off.
"Ugh.. Marcus- wait," Milo huffed, giving Pirate one last pet before tying his lead up loosely on the railing. "We should talk about.. that argument."
"What is there to talk about?" Marcus looked over his shoulder slightly, crossing his arms.
"Well-" Milo started, going underneath the railing. "I think we can both agree that we were doing what we thought was best for Pirate."
"Yes.. I suppose."
"Well, it can't happen again," He spoke as firmly as he could, furrowing his brow. "We were lucky Pirate ran into that pasture and not outside."
"Haa.." Marcus grumbled, looking away again.
"Are we good?" Milo asked patiently, his tail flicking.
".." Marcus tilted his head over his shoulder slightly before turning to him and hesitantly holding his hand out. "We're.. good."
Milo smiled faintly, his mood becoming more positive after he shook his hand firmly. "We're good, then."
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I sketched n Zrah yet again rendered
Vasteuro

Description

previous -- next
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It was a slow and breezy afternoon. Milo had been slowly easing Pirate into the saddling process on his free time. Pirate had been extremely curious when he was doing so, always turning his head to him with his ears forward. Milo was also determined to getting Pirate desensitized to a lunge whip for his future plans, rewarding him with treats, of course.
---
Later on, he gathered up Pirate's things and got his halter on, leading him down to the shower area.
"There we go, Pirate," Milo mumbled aloud to himself, gently reaching up and petting Pirate's muzzle. "Farrier's coming soon.." He frowned, gently running his hand down the bridge of his face. "It'll probably feel.. well, really weird, but it's for your own good," He said in a hopeful tone, nodding proudly.
He leaned back on the railing before getting his phone out of his pocket and letting Pirate smell it. "Ohh.. yeah, you haven't seen this before have ya?" He chuckled lightly after noticing Pirate leaning forward, letting him smell it. "I only take pictures of you from afar, I make sure it's not on me when I'm working with you," He spoke gently and let out a sigh, his ears drooping down slightly.
*Marcus and I still haven't really talked about our argument..* He started thinking to himself before his thoughts got interrupted by the sound of a truck pulling up.
"Hey, Milo. How's it goin'?" The farrier poked his head out of his window.
"Ah.. good, good.." He smiled faintly, putting his phone in his back pocket before walking over.
"So this is the almighty Pirate, eh?" The farrier glanced over at Pirate after he got out of his vehicle. "Big guy indeed."
"Haha, yeah. I apologize for any mishaps that may occur," Milo spoke quickly as he watched the farrier open up the back of his truck.
"I'm sure he'll be fine, he seems rather calm," The farrier said before approaching Pirate slowly to introduce himself. Pirate snorted, hesitantly sniffing his hand before calling out and pawing at the ground.
"I think he likes me," The farrier said with a grin, walking back over to his truck and getting out his tool box.
"Now, remember the practice we did a few days ago?" Milo had appeared in-front of Pirate again before gathering up his lead. "He's just gonna trim your hooves, it's basically like trimming nails, but your nails are hooves," Milo's ears perked up slightly after the farrier came back with his tools and whatnot. "He might be a little fussy at first.. I made sure to do a little bit of work with lifting his feet up a few days ago so this wasn't dropped on him all of a sudden."
"Will do," He nodded, gently bringing a heavy-duty stool over. "Alright, Pirate.. just gonna lift your hoof up now.."
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"Pirate?" Marcus had been looking around the property for a bit, unaware of the farrier plans Milo had arranged. What if he somehow escaped.. Marcus thought with a tinge of sorrow.
"See? Not so bad." Milo spoke with a faint chuckle, still petting Pirate to keep him calm.
Marcus heard the commotion and made his way around the fence to see Pirate, walking over to see what was going on. ".."
Milo took a moment to notice Marcus, glancing up with surprise. "Marcus," He said quietly, looking back at Pirate.
"Mm.." Marcus nodded, watching the farrier before starting to walk off.
"Ugh.. Marcus- wait," Milo huffed, giving Pirate one last pet before tying his lead up loosely on the railing. "We should talk about.. that argument."
"What is there to talk about?" Marcus looked over his shoulder slightly, crossing his arms.
"Well-" Milo started, going underneath the railing. "I think we can both agree that we were doing what we thought was best for Pirate."
"Yes.. I suppose."
"Well, it can't happen again," He spoke as firmly as he could, furrowing his brow. "We were lucky Pirate ran into that pasture and not outside."
"Haa.." Marcus grumbled, looking away again.
"Are we good?" Milo asked patiently, his tail flicking.
".." Marcus tilted his head over his shoulder slightly before turning to him and hesitantly holding his hand out. "We're.. good."
Milo smiled faintly, his mood becoming more positive after he shook his hand firmly. "We're good, then."
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I sketched n Zrah yet again rendered
Vasteuro