Everyone at the barn would call Shelly, Smelly or Smells and I always wondered why. I didn't think Shelly smelled any worse than the other horses, if anything she smelled a lot better; considering she didn't roll in her own feces like many other horses did.
It wasn't until that day, that I would forever think of Shelly as Smells. It was a normal Saturday, I worked on stall manners with Shelly with Andrea. Andrea was braiding Shelly's forelock and I was picking out her tail. My face was lined up perfectly with Shelly's butt. She did the worse that you could do, she farted...in my face.
"Oh my god Shelly! You little slut." I laughed, obviously joking around with her.
Andrea was laughing so hard at that point and I think Shelly was too, by the way she neighed and shook her head almost saying that she was pleased with herself.
Every single time I would pick out that horse's tail, I swear she thought it was hilarious to fart in my face. One time I pretended to fart in her face and she nipped my butt, leaving a wonderful bruise on it; telling me that only she was aloud to do that to.
And that is why we called her Smells and Smelly, not because she smelled bad and not to be mean; but because she farted in people's faces.
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