August 11. I have a pretty new green and black saddle, blanket and bridle. I also have a little special pad that fits in the low part of my back. Dad put my boots on and got on my back. I was so proud to carry him and arched my neck and lifted my tail to show how happy I was. We walked and trotted around the pasture for about five minutes, then he said, “ good girl, that’s all for today.” Today Chocolate, a bigger pony than Frosty, was allowed in with me in the pasture. He trotted over and I thought he might be very friendly, like Frosty, but then he said something a bit rude and started kicking. I don’t like to fight, but I won’t be pushed around either, so I kicked back. He left and went into the run-in shelter. Later he came out and grazed quietly close by. But in a couple of hours a walked near him and he started kicking again. I got a cut on my leg. Mom put medicine on my leg and put him in our meadow across the fence. I wasn’t really hurt, but Dad said Frosty and I will probably stay together.

August 10. Today when the fan came on I wasn’t afraid at all. Dad told me I was turning into a real lady! I am learning to walk beside Mom and Dad, stop when they say “whoa” and am learning not to walk on again until the tell me to.

August 9. Today I had a fright! While standing in my stall the fan came on. I thought it must be some kind of Robo-horse fly and decided I better leave, now! Well, Dad was between me and my stall door, which was closed, but after all, it was a Robo-horse fly, so I just shoved Dad into the door, which came off it’s hinges and even Mom, who was on the other side, had to duck for cover. They weren’t mad and no one got hurt. They know I have a lot to learn about the farm. Later that day, Frosty told me the fan was actually very friendly and kept us cool when we were in our stalls. We also get cooling showers and Mom puts conditioner in my mane and tail to keep them soft.

August 8 The little pony, Frosty got to come into my paddock with me today. We had talked over the fence since I arrived and he is a good natured little fellow. I think we will be good friends.

August 6, 2009. My name wasn't always Scarlet. I came to my new home at Walkabout Farm August 6, 2009. I have my own stall in a pretty red barn, surrounded by green pastures. There are other horses here, 2 Tennessee Walkers, and 2 ponies, as well as odd things called chickens and 2 very bouncy creatures who talk a lot. My new Mama says they are baby goats. Since I am the only Southern Belle on the farm, I chose my new name, Scarlet.

My life has not always been easy. I am a Rescue Horse. A wonderful organization called the Horse Protection Society of North Carolina saved me from neglect and turned me back into the beautiful lady I was meant to be. I lived there for 3 years, until I came to be with my new family.

For now I have my own paddock until my new friends get used to my being here. My feet are still tender, but Dad says my special diet, supplements and special boots will soon make them better.

It seems that I have forgotten that people have the right of way. Mom and Dad say that I should walk beside them, not over them or through them. So I will try to be more polite.