Could-A-Been-A-Racehorse: Introducing....Me!

Whoa.... where am I?

I just got off the trailer with this girl, and I have no idea who she is or where on earth I am. I saw the girl a few other times, but I was at my place and she was just a visitor. Now... where am I?

Do you know? No?

Well, I'll tell you who I am, and then maybe you can tell me WHERE I am.. and who this girl is, for that matter?

My name is Paddy's Road. My daddy, Lenado Road, had a big ole awesome romp in the grass with my mom, Paddy Astaire, and eleven months later, voila! There I was. I learned the word voila from my french groom at the farm, by the way.

I was made to be a racehorse. I was trained for the job from babyhood, and I even went to the racetrack to learn how to do it well. I was taught how to come out of a gate, and run fast. But then, even though I tried - I really did - they FIRED ME!!! I didn't even have a chance to run a real race and prove that I had what it takes! They just said "ran out of time, no more races for you, sorry dude. You're canned."

Man... I was worried they meant I'd go be IN a can.. but my owner took me home and told me that I could collect EI for a while. So I hung out in a paddock on EI with a really great food-benefit package. I ate as well as I did when I still had a job, AND I got to laze around ALL day and play with my friends!

But then my owner, well, he said my EI was up, and I had to have a new job. This isn't really fair, because I only know how to be a racehorse. How am I going to do a new job? I don't even know what it is! So this girl, who brought me to this new place, and I need to go back to work and learn something totally new. Man... EI was way less stressful.

The girl is nice, though, and she brushed me all over, took my pictures, and rubbed my forehead. I like having my face rubbed. But it's pretty stressful, having to start a whole new career in a whole new place with a girl I don't even know.

This is how I deal with the stress: