It all started out with mother nature letting me know, eyyy, you aren't pregnant, congrats. Yes, I realize that. Duh. I'm 15, let's all hope I'm not. Anywho, I get really light-headed and sick during that lovely, lovely time so I've felt like doing absoloutly nothing other than laying in bed watching Netflix and crying because I've already finished Call the Midwife season 3.
Then, we get a text. Farrier is on his way earlier than we expected, I think, okay, alright, we can do this. So we head out. Our phones apparently all stopped ringing therefor we didn't get the text saying he was running later than expected. So yeah, boo. We had plans to go into town, have a good day out, etc, but nope. We're at the barn, early, all on our own faults. Nice job, I know.
Somewhere in the middle of this, mom loses her debit card and we spend all morning looking for it to no avail.
I just want to take a bunch of Ibuprofen.
But alas, we stick around for a few minutes anyways, do some odds and ends at the barn, talked to J about trailering them home, talk about some drama that happened that I'm not gonna post about on here, got that settled and I finally saw Red after forever. Let's just say yesterday was bad as well. We found out a lot of things about Shalom from an old owner that I'm not excited about. At all. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a jerk and hate him, I still love him, but it's becoming obvious he may not be suited well for us like we were hoping. It's not anything silly or superficial and I'll talk more about it when I know more about what we're planning.
Anyways, in short, I literally have the best horse ever (the bay, the others are kinda disappointing me at the moment.) and I'm blessed and shouldn't let this stuff with Shalom get to me.
|The cutest biggest ears ever.|
|He says hello grandma|
I basically forced my love on him and he's always willing to be hugged so that's great. I hugged him. He hugged back a few times. I put some MTG on some bald spots, thanked him for not rubbing himself raw this summer since yesterday was the first day of Fall and yayyyy we're out of the woods this year, woot woot. I also measured him because Shalom's height was throwing me off because he's 16 right on the dot and Red was supposedly 15.3 and no way. We measured him on the flattest ground ever, used a bar to make sure it was accurate and guess. stinking. what.
14.3hh. Right. On. The. Money.
I'm 100% okay with this, I mean his breeder told me they bred for smaller horses because the smaller horses can rope and etc better than a bigger horse because they can get down lower, but man, we were way off. (totally wasn't me measuring him but it totally makes sense.) Now, I kind of feel like I have a pony but that's okay too because he's still built like a tank which is what matters to me.
|Taking a nap, totally normal.|
He followed me around for a few minutes and I sat around with him. Basically just enjoyed his company. I'm aiming for this weekend to trailer them home.
Also, mom admitted today that Red is the best horse ever, and no other horse can beat him so we should stop trying. Her words exactly. (She may be slightly upset about Shalom while saying that but she brags on Red nonstop so I'm taking it.)