A happy day indeed.
Here’s a trip down memory lane ~ my journal entry for the day a dream came true.
March 17, 2006
It’s a beautiful day for bringing Shakespeare home. Not a cloud in the sky; not a hint of a breeze ~ just lovely …
Later the same day …
So, I have my horse!! My dream come true.
And he is the most beautiful boy both in looks and demeanour. I am greatly blessed.
He’s already endeared himself to a number of people, and his next door neighbour seems to like him too.
Shakespeare took everything in stride, even when he got tense in the trailer when he was first loaded. It wasn’t anything a little tranq couldn’t settle.
The traffic coming home was busy but not brutal. We took Hwy 4o1 and were fortunate to leave Hagarsville when we did ~ half an hour later and we would have been snarled in traffic due to a horrible accident that occurred around 4 o’clock. We had just returned home about that time.
Yup, we had the luck of the Irish with us today.
When we got home Shakespeare stepped off the trailer a little groggy but none the worse for wear. Certainly, everyone who saw him was impressed by him. One thing that made a real impression was his pudginess. Yes, he is over weight but nothing that can’t be remedied. N says that when he loses the weight it’s going to be much easier for him to work ~ easier on his joints and legs.
After I walked him around the arena for a while I took him to his stall where he met his new barn mates, and then I spent a little time grooming him. He’s a sensitive guy. I had to nudge him firmly in the side when he got evasive to me holding up his left front foot. This really upset him ~ not in any angry way but more in a “why are you getting upset with me?” kind of way. He’s smart though. I had no trouble picking up his feet after that.
It was fun to spend time with him. He settled into his feed and hay without trouble and fluttered his nostrils at the shavings in his stall as he’d never seen such a thing before. (He’d been bedded on straw.)
He likes carrots, and he likes to be fussed over.
I think he’s going to fit in really well.
I had a rehearsal this evening so left the barn around 5:30 p.m. I’ll be back tomorrow to spend some time with him and will spend even more time with him on Sunday.
I am blessed.
As you might imagine, St. Patrick’s Day is a happy day for me.
Today Bear and I celebrate eight years together.
My plan was, of course, to spend time with him and spoil him rotten. Maybe even ride, if it wasn’t too cold.
However, the adrenal fatigue has caught up with me today and I’m confined to home.
I’m sad, but circumspect.
Life unfolds as it should.
We’ll both enjoy another day of rest and I can imagine him outside enjoying his new friendship with Dream.
Nurture what you love …
©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell CreativeWorks 2014