Not so much "rationalizing", as agreeing... so far.
Okay, now that I'm not cross-eyed tired anymore, lem'me 'splain a little better what's goin' on here.
We're kinda on the fence about a third horse again, to begin with.It was a huge pain right in the ass before, when Eric and I wanted to go riding, beause Jessie would just pace and scream his fool head off the whole time he was alone.
Taking him with us, ponying him... ugh. Storm was the only one who'd do it. Action was an ass about it, so guess who got stuck dealing with him?
Me.
Not that that was so hard, he behaved and all, but when yer wantin' to go ride and relax and just be a sack of potatoes up there, it's a mess trying to keep an extra horse straight.
Not very relaxing at all. Then, there's the pasture.
Big ol' thing, except almost half of the actual ground it consists of is a pond. And a large-assed hill.
Not the most grassy thing I've ever seen, but it supports two horses, the goat and the 9 thousand pound pig pretty well.
But... three horses DO strain it to the nth degree, meaning we having to supplement with hay, lots of hay, which is better saved for winter-n-shit (once it's mowed, I mean). AND, we don't "buy" hay.
Think about that.
We feed hay, but don't have to buy it... so, not putting unnecessary strain on the benefactor of that deal is probably the smarter thing to do. Which dovetails into my next reason for this, for now.
Money and the current "less thereof". I'm nervous enough wondering if this is all gonna work out without adding too much more to the load, ya know? And, even if we don't hafta spend as much feeding in the summer, there are still other things horses need, which, God forbid, we couldn't get for them, because there's too many of them.
Remember, in September, I'm supposed to get my Friday's back (and if I can keep Sundays AND have my Fridays back, that's what I'm gonna do) and the shit around here involving hayrides starts (more money) and it'd be better to wait til closer to then... Then, there's her, the horse.
They're gonna have to trank her to truck her here.
She not only "doesn't trailer well", she trailers horribly.
Last time she was put in a trailer, she kicked it apart.
Time before that, she somehow managed to end up upside down, on 'er back in there.
That's kinda messing with us, too.
We don't want her hurt on our behalf. Plus, she's so fresh offa track...
Honestly, both of us are kinda... "hmmm" about that.
I believe "nervous" is the word.
*lol* *half an hour later* Just got off the phone with Brandy's ex-mom.
Wow.
Poor kid.
Took her new horse to his first show yesterday, was going over the first line of jumps and her saddle pad slipped.
Then, the saddle slipped.
Then SHE slipped.
Right offa the horse, mid-jump. Ow. She wound up with a mild concussion, scrapes, assorted sore spots and her first concern (whatta great kid) is for the horse and his "traumatic" first show experience. I know what she means, though.
With any horse, when they're doing something for the first time, if it can be as easy and calm as possible, that's good.
If ya make it a struggle, you nearly permanantly screw the horse up for doing whatever it was again, in the future.
First impressions and all... She's okay, though.
So's the new horse. And, she's gonna talk to the lady who owns Miracle/Cheyenne and tell her what's up.
Which, in a nutshell, is: We still want her, it's just gonna take a tad longer than we thought. Do-able.
Pain in the buttocks (the owner of this place can be), but do-able. "Sometimes ya need a little finesse... sometimes ya need a lot." Anybody got'ny finesse they can spare?
*rolls eyes, giggling* Meantime, she's thrilled to hear how well her baby girl is doing. Told her again to just pop out here any old time she wants, no "warning" phone call necessary because the worst she'll ever see is a slightly muddy horse (if she rolls and I don't get to groom her before they get here) or one who's needing the daily application of fly spray.
I'll never have anything to hide when it comes to how we take care of these critters.
Actually, the same can be said for alla my menagerie. Here's how much they like it...
This morning, one of the roosters was out of his cage.
Did he run off?
Nope.
Was hanging out near my car.
He let Eric catch him and put him into the outside cage, so that says something...
(Either that I take good care of my animals or that I have a retarded rooster...) Anyway... I need to run some Percogesic up to the restaurant, so I'm gonna go do that. Then, my "plans" include sitting around here, admiring this clean house (which I whipped thru yesterday when I got home from work), maybe wandering around out in the woods/fields/streams or maybe going riding. Need to do my nails, too, actually...
Already made cookies, last night. (White chocolate chip...) This is so cool...
I still have a hard time believing I'm still me and that this is really my life.
After 30-some years of nearly 100% pure shit, it's almost too much to comprehend that it seems to have changed so much. Awesome. Back later. Peace, y'all...
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