When we last left off I had a ton of interest in Sophie's ad but no one who A) seemed like the perfect home AND B) was ready to purchase. So, I let it sit. At some point in the 'letting it sit for now' process G made it known he actually really didn't want to sell her and wasn't changing his mind on that. He's retired now and I think I've mentioned he's the one doing pony chores in the morning while I work. He's also Head of Apple Acquisitions and Purchasing. He's pretty involved. I waited a day or two until I innocently asked if he had any change in his pockets, to which he responded with a quarter. I snatched it, "congrats on the purchase of your new pony!" HA!
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| Her face when she sees him coming |
Anyway, in all seriousness I'm sick of myself waffling. I can't even imagine how annoying it must be reading this saga. Normally I'm quite a decisive and logical person, but all bets are off when it comes to horses and pets. Unfortunately I think it had to be one of those exercises where I had to go through the process before I realized how wrong it felt. So, she stays, even though that makes minimal logical sense. We should note she officially belongs to G any time she's being annoying. She's always an absolute an absolute angel for him though!
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| Extra costs and accessories now on my wish list may or may not include: 1. A three stall barn, 2. A three horse trailer. 3. An extra 2.5 tons of hay/year |
In related events (that tie in surprisingly nicely with the above tale of indecision) let me tell you a story. Wayyyy back in the day in 2004, when I was first dating G, I had a little sorrel QH weanling that was the saddest neglect rescue case you've ever seen. Said little guy defied the odds and survived, and at about a year old, needed a friend to play with. Along came another rescue, a little black colt of unknown breeding rounded up in an SPCA seizure from a neighboring province. It was actually a perfect situation for the both of them. The little black morgan-y type ("Stormy") quickly became a favorite with G.
Sophie's current barn was built as a bachelor pad for those two.
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| "It's my house now!" |
A couple of years passed and eventually it was time for both the boys to find their forever homes. I was finishing round 2 of university and due to start a new job in another province. Both the boys had a solid start in life and were good guys. This blog was maybe a couple of years out. The timing felt good, and neither were meant as long term horses for me. I was really sad and ridiculously attached to both, but logic ruled the day. Off they went to their new homes while I did career things without horses for a couple of years.
If you've been with someone for any length of time, you'll know there's often that ONE thing your partner opines you should have never done. In my life, in G's opinion, for 18 years I have been hearing about how You Should Have Never Sold Stormy.
The above story also may or may not be relevant to the story of why G picked out a little black cob colt - poor Buck's not unfamiliar with being compared at every stage to the apparently forever perfect Stormy.
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| Buck gets more handsome by the day tho |
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| History repeating where the baby horse needed a friend horse and then we had two of them |
Recently, a friend mentioned the new therapeutic riding horse at our local barn. Name was different but description and rescue backstory sounded awfully familiar. Wait. WAAAAIIIITTT. Is he black? 21 ish?
And so, this weekend, I got to say hi to him again after almost 20 years (and you better believe I got G a meetup too!) It actually felt really emotional to see him again after so many years. I'm incredibly grateful he indirectly found his way back to our small and remote town - the odds of that feel so tiny. He, of course, was politely like "Who is this strange human who is so obsessed with me?"
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| the famous guy himself. We did the math and he just turned 22. |
In a really fun case of it's a small world, this spring break, he's sharing a paddock with Bridget <3 I haven't seen them hanging out, but they're similar people and I wouldn't be surprised.
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| Not B's best angle, but I'm forever amused that my antisocial pony has chosen a Sophie look alike as her first BFF. Plus, B actually came to say hi to me and that never ever happens, so I felt redeemed after Stormy's dismissal. |
I went to watch B in her clinic with her little rider this weekend and had all the feels there too. What better semi retirement job is there for Best Pony than babysitting a good kid that loves her more than anything. It's absolutely the most perfect thing.
Anyway, to wrap this up, using entirely circular horse person logic, keeping Sophie = many years of hay bills, but potentially saves a lifetime of hearing about that horse I should have never sold. 100% a logical decision if I've ever made one. Never let it be said I didn't learn my lesson the first time :) (But also, No More Horses. No more 'projects'. No more baby horses just to keep other baby horses company.) I'm self excluding, I am incapable of logic, incapable of selling anything anymore.
