She's here.
Criminy, she's BIG.
Her withers are eye level to me.That's a tall gotdamned horse. Pretty, too.
She's a bay with lighter brown dapples all over her body.
STRONG, man, this horse is strong.
And, she HAS TO walk almost ahead of you.
It's more like she's walking you, than you walking her. I can't wait to get on her tomorrow.
I didn't do that today, 'cause she was a little wired when she got here. AND, not one squeal, not one foot stomp, NUTTIN' between her and Action.
It's like they've known each other all along, which is friggin' amazing. I don't know that I've ever seen two "stranger" horses NOT establish "pecking order" when they've first met.
This may change when the third horse gets here, but, I doubt it. They get along famously. Anyway, I'm exhausted.
My nerves have been my raw energy for 5 or 6 days now and I feel fine most of the time, but when I relax, I crash... like I'm about to go do now. Gotta work tomorrow anyway. But... that gaping, echoing, empty hole out in the pasture (and most of the one in my heart) has been filled quite nicely. Action is lots happier now, too. Thank you, God.
For every. single. thing. Peace, y'all...
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Congratulations, luv - I've had my fingers crossed all day that everything would work out fine. I love it when I'm right. Just how big is she? 17 hands ... more? Did you find out how old she is? Anyhoo, best wishes and love to both of you and your menagerie. Terry
Posted by: Terry Reynolds at June 13, 2005 10:59 PM (OPRCz)
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