The Boy was a trooper and went with me to the barn to clear out my locker (which was a big mish-mash of Gus' stuff plus everything from Prairie's locker that didn't make it to the new place). You truly don't know how many saddle pads you have until your husband looks at you and asks if "this pile should go with the other two piles, or somewhere else."
I like saddle pads. Colors are fun... and they are cheap enough it never feels like a big expenditure? Good news is we can literally carpet/wallpaper a nursery with the extra pads for cushioning if need be...
Anyway, the whole packing/organizing ordeal went much faster than expected so after we scraped off the outer layer of mud on Mister Gus, we were on the road.
One of the (many) things I love this horse for is the fact that he runs on the trailer. He doesn't stop, he doesn't sniff, he doesn't do anything except prick his ears, charge onto the trailer and stick his head out the window wondering why we aren't on the road yet.
|"why aren't we on the road yet"|
Which is why I was slightly alarmed to hear some serious scrambling after being on the road for only a mile or so.
I pulled over, The Boy hopped out and took a peek and confirmed that Gus was in fact upright and on the correct side of the trailer (we no longer assume this to always be the case), but said he was shaking a bit.
Gus doesn't stress out in the trailer so when we got to a better spot I pulled over and checked on him myself. Apparently the extra two minutes of driving was all it took for him to calm down, but I did see a couple hoof skid marks on the mats so I'm thinking he slipped a little? No dents or bangs or bodily damage so I patted him on the nose, moved his haybag a little closer (Gus' preferred mode of travel is to sit on the buttbar) and we hit the road.
90 minutes later we pulled into D's place. Not knowing if she was in the house or in the barn, I opened Gus' window and went off searching.
Great Gus Quality #345: Stands in trailer while you forget all about him and gossip/catch up/pat noses of other ponies.
When we finally remembered who the star of the day was, we went back to the trailer where Gus was still happily looking out his window and slowly munching hay.
He unloaded like the good boy he is, ate some grass and walked to his new stall totally calm and happy.
Pia on the other hand was none too pleased that someone else was getting attention. While Gus sat calmly in his stall, the Red Mare proceeded to become more and more agitated (maybe because he was ignoring her?) and threw a bit of a fit.
Anyway, Gus is joining the herd temporarily. Since D's own horses have shifted a bit that leaves Pia, another wb mare who she has fallen madly in love with, a charming Haffie gelding and Mr. Gus.
Quite the entertaining bunch.
|couldn't take a picture without someone's nose in my face|
|Gus nose-blocking my shot of the barn...|
|Finally out of nose range|
After a nice dinner out, more catching up and a final check on the ponies, The Boy and I headed back home and literally rolled into bed at 8:45pm (I swear to god it felt like 2am).
I woke up to a series of great texts saying the Gus had a quiet night (slept, drank, ate lots) and had already located the muddiest spot in the pasture to roll in (why do I even wash his blankets..).
|Mr Man enjoying his new turf|