The Chronicles of Stella ~ My First Trip to the Barn

Lions and tigers and bears... oh my!  Ok, I might be exaggerating just a teeny, tiny bit. I've never met a lion or tiger or even a bear but I am now on a first name basis with some horses and chickens.

 I think we can all agree by now that I am an adventure loving little black pup, so when my Auntie M invited us to go visit the barn, we didn't hesitate for even a moment. Sure, I'd seen horses on tv but I'd never seen one live and up close.  Holy cow, they are beautiful and h-u-g-e and listen to this... they let people ride on their backs!  Isn't that just the nicest thing for them to do?  I was scared at initial introductions but Cody was a really cool guy, very friendly and handsome too.  There's a resident pug named Sugar and a lot of the horse owners bring their pooches so Cody is used to seeing dogs running around and tries her best to make everyone feel at home. I tried to be on my best behavior.  Making new friends is one of my very favorite things to do.

Auntie M took us on a tour and I got to see where the horses sleep and eat and where they go to run around and play during the day.  It was a lovely place, but I'm not sure I'd enjoy eating hay and grains as a steady diet.  I did grab a taste from Cody's bowl though, just in the name of research.  I think I'll keep to my regular food.

Next we walked a little farther and came upon the oddest looking creature, definitely one I'd never seen before.  Turns out I was eyeball to eyeball with a chicken.  I was a bit leery of the horses because of their immensity but these chicken-things were more my size.  They were being kept in a jail which I learned is actually called a chicken coop, or at least I guess that's the more politically correct term.   I had to wonder if it was because they'd done something naughty but they seemed nice enough to me.  Kinda quiet, not real talkative but I like my quiet times too.  To each their own.  Mom explained that the eggs I love to have cracked on top of my kibble in the mornings are produced by these girls.  We even brought home a dozen of their eggs and I enjoyed one this morning.  I find that rather magical and was interested in trying to lay an egg or two myself but Mom said no.  Sometimes she's just no fun at all.

You know, if there's one thing I know from the tips of my ears to the tips of my toes, it's that you can never have too many good friends.  And... if they happen to let you ride on their back or provide you with yummy eggs, even better.

Loves & Licks,
Stella