Friday, August 30, 2013

Animals aren't JUST animals

To me, Animals aren't JUST animals. They are people. I talk to animals as if I was having a conversation with my sister, or best friend. Especially my dog. 
 To me each animal has its own personality. Just like humans. I have more friends that are animals than I have friends that are human. 

I have had many close relationships with horses. The best friendship I had with a horse was with Bucko. He was a buckskin quarter horse. He was the prettiest horse I have ever seen. We were buddies, but then one day when I was visiting him, he died. He was 4 years old almost 5. 

This is the story of when it happened. 

 There was a thick cloud of fog on the way to Bucko's field. When I got there I couldn't see any of the field so I called him. After I called him three times I saw him coming out of the fog. I gave him the apple I brought. Then I started walking towards the barn at the other end of the field. Like he always does Bucko followed me. When we got to the barn he came in like he normally does. He watched me get his oats very excitedly. (As usual.) I gave him his oats then went and got some brushes. Bucko's coat was way cleaner than normal! But his mane was all tangled so I started brushing that. When I was done brushing Bucko's mane I took it a section at a time and tied it around itself. It looked very pretty. Better than a braided mane. When I was done fixing up Bucko's mane my toes were really cold so I wanted to go home. I started walking down the four-wheeler road. Bucko usually walks me to the gate but he was busy eating spilled oats. So I said,  “Aren't you coming?” He ignored me so I said,  “Well, OK then. I see how it is.” And started walking away. When he saw me walking away he lifted his head up and started following me. To reward him I blew in his nose. (Horses think of this as a favor.) Then, I started walking again. When we reached the gate I gave him some grass that didn't have snow on it. Then, my friend McKenzie saw me and yelled hi. I ran over to her and gave her a big hug. She had her dog with her so she took him back inside so we could talk. While I was waiting for her I climbed onto the fence so Bucko could put his head in my lap. I wrapped my hands around his neck and gave him a hug. He hugged me back. When McKenzie came back out I hopped down from the fence and went over to McKenzie on the other side. Bucko stayed for a little while then started acting weird like he wanted to run but couldn't because someone was holding him back. I didn't worry. I just figured he had a whole lot of energy bottled up. McKenzie and I kept talking for a minute. Then, I saw Bucko start galloping with his tail high up in the air. He looked so pretty and he bolts all the time so I didn't think anything was wrong. But, little did I know he was running to try and get away from pain. After I had stopped oohing at Bucko's gorgeousness,  McKenzie and I kept talking and I saw Bucko calmed down in his corral eating from one of the piles of hay. I kept watching him. After about ten more minutes of talking I saw him tense up. He then fell over still tensed up. As soon as I saw that happen I told McKenzie we need go check on him to make sure he is okay. While we were walking up there Bucko was twitching and turning in a circle. His legs were squared up and still tense. When we got to him he had stopped turning and twitching but he was still tense and his legs were still squared up. I told McKenzie to stay by the gate while I walked up to him. I didn't dare touch him because I was afraid I might put him in shock or something. His lips were pulled back like he was smiling really big. His eyes were wide open, and his ears were back. Not pulled back like he was mad but back like he was listening to something. He looked really scared. I called his name to see if he would respond but he couldn't. I could tell he was listening to my voice but couldn't do anything to respond. I freaked out and told McKenzie we need to go get an adult. We ran back down to a neighbor's house and knocked on the door but no one answered. McKenzie's parents were gone so her sister in-law was there babysitting. She was a horse girl so we went to her. She walked with us back up to Bucko while we explained everything. When we got there Bucko looked mostly the same but His eyes weren't blinking, his ears weren't twitching, he wasn't smiling anymore, and he was no longer tense. He was dead. I immediately started crying. McKenzie cried a little but no one in the world would have cried as much as I did because no one in the world loved that horse as much as I did. No one. 

Rylee Jo Galloway 


 This is my best friend Dog. 


This is a picture of Bucko.




This is a picture of a horse I drew.

Friday, August 23, 2013

A special love for music.

As I have said I have been playing guitar for almost 4 years.  It has been really fun. I have learned many songs. I am learning a song right now in fact. Over the years I have gotten guitars for Christmas, and birthdays, and other occasions. Now I have 1 electric guitar, and 3 acoustics. I'm hoping to keep getting guitars until I move out.

As well as playing guitar, I love singing too. I have been singing as long as I can remember. (Which isn't that long ago. Maybe around the age of four.) My friends often show me songs that I can learn to play and sing on my guitar. For instance, my best friend just told me about a song called
"Make this leap." by the Hunts.




I love music. I listen to it, and sing it, any chance I get. I often annoy my family by singing so much. So, I go sing for someone else. Like, I go to the care center in the hospital and sing for the people who live there.

Music is a wonderful thing. If someone were to tell me I couldn't listen to music anymore, it would crush me. It wouldn't destroy my life, but I wouldn't have anything to look forward to when I have to clean the kitchen, or go to work. Music makes me happy, and I would love to share that happiness with everyone possible.



These are 2 of my guitars.