I just found a pony locally, but since I'm not really looking, my hopes are below low.
He (one thing in his favor, I'm more of a gelding gal than a mare gal) is only 4 years old (one thing NOT in his favor). The lady who owns him admitted she isn't a horse person and doesn't know much, but she said he's a nice pony, easy to catch, her kids have rode him.
We'll run out tomorrow and take a look. I'm guessing he's about 11-12 hands, chestnut with a flaxen mane and tail.
And here I was, looking at the bright side of things, that at least I wouldn't have to deal with the winter weather and a horse. And, maybe I still won't.
I'll let you know tomorrow.
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He is darling, can't wait to hear how he turns out. I am glad you finally got a blog going!! And it looks great, I might add!
ReplyDeleteSo? SO?? Was he sweet and quiet and gentle, or a little bratty snot? He's a bit young, yes. And if he's bored...
ReplyDeleteYou said you'd let us know.
SO??
Don't be embarrassed to ask for opinions or ask questions, m'dear. Don't be hard on yourself, 'k?
You said, on my blog,
"I posted about it (that's just my insecure way of actually having someone LOOK at my newest little project).
Seriously, though, there are a lot of reasons to hold off. First and foremost, I can't haul anything in my trailer right now, BB is sleeping in there! HAha! Laugh or cry, I choose the former!"
Oh, you poor thing, that is hard. I finally figured out (I'm slow, but thorough) what/who BB was. Waiting for the pick-up, and then the pick-up and removal, is not an easy thing to go through. I wish I was there to help you!
I was "lucky" enough to do this for a neighbour, 3-4? years ago. December 23, Neighbour's horse, a thirty-five year old mare, had suddenly passed away, and she phoned my husband late that night frantically, as her landlord/Boss wanted no messes left on his property. My husbands' tractor was needed, to move the old mare to a more accessible location for the pick-up. It was something I was just born to do. The woman was absolutely distraught. I didn't know her well, as her landlord/Boss is not the friendliest.
Anyway, I kept her talking about the mare, and told her how she'd given the mare a long wonderful, life, the mare had just dropped dead, no signs of struggle or pain. I wouldn't let her watch the moving of the body, and I carefully, lovingly wrapped the horses head in a blanket, so owner wouldn't see much "expression". We went into the barn and chatted about the other horses, too. And of course, I loved madly on the other horses, having a great time, horse deprived person that I am.
Once the old mare was moved and placed, I uncovered her head, closed her eyes and cleaned away the death poop. I prayed, in my own way. I was so glad to help that poor woman, two days before Christmas.
There is something so wrong about a dead horse's body. Life should never leave these creatures, and when it does, it is hard!
So is life, as we know.
Anytime I can do anything to help, just let me know. Wish I could be there for you, but know I am, in spirit.
Oh, and p.s. Your blog is WAY prettier than my blog, but it hurts my eyes a bit too:( I have a hard time with black background/white text, as you know I've whined on TX's blog...
Old eyes, is all.
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Merry Christmas 2Toads:)
Pat yourself on the back, for me.
You deserve it, kiddo:)
And hug your wee Toads, too.