I knew that July was travel month so was thrilled to get Margaret lined up to ride Miss Megan while I was traveling about. Great plan and the first session was to be last Wednesday. I'm in the train at the airport when my cell phone goes off. Megan has pulled a shoe and is in raging heat to add insult to injury.
Farriers are the bane of my horse owning existence. The one who currently does Megan is terrific but he lives over an hour away and isn't available to replace lost shoes. This is the first time Megan's lost a shoe so it hasn't been an issue until now. The guy who lives locally is notoriously hard to schedule. He'll set a time and day and never show up. It drives me CRAZY, but I don't have any other choice, so I start the dance. Sure, I'll be there tomorrow... that was last Thursday, the shoe actually went on Monday morning. I'll spare you all the intervening dance steps. Suffice it to say that those steel shoes may not look like Manolos, but they are just as precious and I'd almost rather pay MB prices as go through the hassle and frustration of getting that darn thing nailed back on.
So we're back in business and Megan has recovered her long lost decorum that disappeared while her pal (obsession) Diva was in residence. The pterodactyl screams have subsided and the wild eye and flailing about are gone, too. Don't miss any of those.
My back decided to take a hike so rather than ride and work on my position, Margaret tried take 2 with Megan. It went really well. Megan was more forward and energetic. She was also a bit more fussy, but that's easier to deal with going forward. She really did some lovely work although watching I couldn't help but think that I'd give a lot (several pairs of Manolos worth at least) to fast forward 6 months and have her be more established. I really don't miss these baby horse moments and feel no pride of ownership in riding through them. I'd happily put her in full training tomorrow and take over the reins again myself in 6 months, but I really can't afford that option. My shoes are more DSW Wharehouse than designer, so I guess I'll muddle along as a do-it-yourselfer. Thank goodness I can get some help from Margaret and at least I have someone to commiserate with for the next few months.
This too shall pass. Let's just hope for no more lost shoes and a lot more consistency and we'll be through it before we know it.
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Now you see my greatest fear about adopting a two year old first THEN starting at the baby stage. I'm so afraid I'll be wishing I could fast forward past the ppotty training and the not-lifting-their-head stage...
But then, there are times when I'd give anything for him to just let me hold him and for him to not talk quite so much...
When they're little we want them to be big and when they're grown we long for them to be smaller.
Guess we just need to appreciate the stage they're in now--knowing that when they're bigger we can look back at all we've accomplished with them, right??? right??? :-)
You can tell what internal dialogue is taking place in my head--that last post was nothing but rambling! LOL
Oh,Oh, I'll keep your infant if you'll ride my baby horse! I love the sleep, eat, poop and cuddle like a tree frog stage of babies. Of course, I say that never having had to LIVE with one... maybe not... hmmm.
You think you have weird internal dialogs (well actually yes you do :-) ), at the same time I'm wishing Megan were a year older, I'm already fretting about the fact that she'll die at 30 or so and then where will I be. Talk about working at cross purposes with yourself.
Oh get over it...my cats will die a 15 and two of them are already seven...booo hoooo :-'(
No kidding. It's silly isn't it to fret about such things? I guess the only pets you don't have to worry about outliving are parrots and turtles. Neither one are particularly cuddly in my book.
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