Oh, that and without a horsey within striking distance, the blog-worthy news might slow to a trickle.
Oh, that and I managed a whopping 3 hours of sleep last night for absolutely no good reason. (current consciousness is courtesy of 8- actually eight - cups of coffee).
Saturday went fantastic. The weather turned a bit, but 55 degrees is a perfect temp for hauling horses as far as I'm concerned.
I let Miss P stretch her legs for a bit in the indoor, though I didn't chase her since I figured the almost 3 hour haul would be enough stress on her poor, out of shape legs.
|looking like a TANK|
We opted not to take the ferry, since I just feel more in control on firm ground, which made our trip almost three hours after factoring some weekend traffic. We stopped once for gas and although P was warm, she wasn't sweating and was working her way through a majority of her hay net, which I took to be the sign of a content traveler..
As we got closer and closer to the farm, I got more and more nervous. Google maps routed us on all the back roads, so there were points were we were essentially driving down one lane roads with absolutely no where to go should another rig meet us in the other direction. There were a few totally sketchy farms and even some places that I verbally informed The Boy we would NOT be unloading at should our destination in any way resemble them.
He did a good job of calming me down and telling me to just wait and see. Which we did.
What we did find at the end of our google-map scavenger hunt was a totally adorable little farm. Nothing fancy, but certainly well kept and lots of happy animals meandering about. I say meandering because, aside from the "herd" which was definitely relegated to a sectioned off pasture, there were happy dogs, a clever looking barn kitty, one llama and a one eyed horse roaming the property without restraint.
P unloaded like a champ. Her eyeballs promptly removed themselves from their sockets at the sight of the herd, the dogs, the kitty and finally the ever terrifying llama, but I was proud that she kept her head and walked politely around the drive while we stretched her legs.
The grounds are centered around a stunning old dairy barn, with a massive gabled roof. Most of it is open inside, but there's a row of stalls each with big runs (though narrow) coming off the back end. Otherwise, there's a cute pond, big ring, trampoline, and several large pastures sectioned off within the property. The entire place is fenced (hence the roaming menagerie) and frankly it was nice to be somewhere with an open horizon where mentally you could just see beyond the property lines.
|Happy Herd off in the distance...|
P was skeptical but she bravely walked by as we entered the ring. I turned her loose and OH MAN, did she move. Tail totally flagged (I blame Supermom for all the exposure to arabs ;) ) and floating around like a little princess. Not a hint of the sticky, mincy trot we've been seeing back at home. I know we have other things to work on, but man it was nice to watch her really move out and float around like the proud lady she is.
Also nice? P made a point of checking in with me every two minutes or so while she was gallivanting around. The Cowboy mentioned that he was impressed and that her check in was a good sign that she isn't shut down socially. I guess that means we're starting in a good place, but more on that later.
After a bit, we put P in her own corral. It's about twice the size of the paddock she had before, with a nice bit loafing shed. She was calm until I walked away, then the antics started again...
The Boy and I stuck around for a couple more hours, watching Cowboy work with a couple of horses and chatting with Dr Finn, who was also there to meet us. I'll dive into Cowboy's work tomorrow and describe Dr. Finn's plans as well. but it was overall a super reassuring and wonderful time spent with both of them. When we turned our rig around and started to pull out, P really lost it and started screaming. It's a good thing we were already moving, because I might have jumped out and stayed with her otherwise...
When we finally did pull out of the farm, I had promised The Boy a stop at one of his favorite restaurants from growing up.. The Three Crabs. Frankly, I needed a glass of wine to help digest everything so we made a date of it and indulged in the finest they had to offer...
|I loved these three crabs as a kid. Refused to order crab as I was convinced I'd end up eating one of them...|
|Approx 3,200 calories and 8 days worth of sat. fat|
The Boy was significantly more restrained and got the traditional specialty:
I got a happy text and pic from Cowboy yesterday, with a supremely content looking Pia, so all is good on the western front.
Time for more coffee.... or maybe a nap under my desk...