Visitors and rain

The lady brought another shorter lady with her to visit us the other day and we were very excited to see the new lady.  We all ran over to them and gathered around and everyone wanted to have the shorter lady pet us and give us carrots.  But she didn't have any carrots, so some of the ponies left. Me and Harley and Gypsy were all trying to get as close as possible to the shorter lady, but she kept moving away from us.  Harley was trying to put his head on her shoulder and she started to look around with her eyes all narrow like she thought there was something scary around, so we looked around to see if there were coyotes or wolves or scary pieces of flapping paper or rustling plastic, but there wasn't anything.  Our lady was trimming pieces off Billy's hooves so they were standing right by us and then Harley told me to back off and I pushed against the shorter lady as I stepped back.  Then the shorter lady got upset and said she didn't want to pet us at all and she went and sat in the green truck thing.  So they left and then we didn't see that shorter lady again, but our lady came back later and trimmed more pieces off Billy's hooves.  You know, we have lots of rain so our feet are pretty and clean and easy to cut pieces off of.  We like the rain because it makes a lot of nice grass.  Since we are in the new pastures, we have grass on hills and grass in low parts and water in the ruts.  But it is a long way to get back here for the lady to check on us.  Today she was walking back in the rain and she saw a fish in one of the ruts right in the middle of the field.  I guess the fish thinks that water is here to stay.   But we are never getting the chance to go to the White Hill.  The lady spends all her time riding those horses.  She rides that big goofy Jewel just about every day.  Yesterday she rode Jewel down the hill to the pond. Jewel thinks everything is scary, so she never wants to go anywhere away from her friends.  She was snorting the whole way down the hill like she was walking through a whole herd of coyotes.  And the lady sat on little Belle, but Belle got scared and pitched her on her head.  I blame that fancy Peaches for that.  Peaches started to run around and made Belle think that something was going to get her.  I would never trust that Peaches.