I wonder if he knew what he was in for when he started dating me. Non horse people need to understand why it is that we horse people are often referred to as wierd. We can't help it....it's an addiction, and I can't truthfully say that I know any of us that desires a cure. It is infectious, and I am definietly a carrier....and I wouldn't want it any other way.
Steven saw the Bureau of Land Management (BLM) exhibit in the Stroh Building. The Stroh Building's contents represent a vast number of breed promoters, clubs, associations, farm bureaus and it's there you can find information about nearly any breed, or association group that you can think of.
I recall he was fascinated by the plight of the Mustang and what our government is doing to reduce herd numbers. I remember practically dragging him away after a good chunk of time had passed, and the word 'mustang' sprung from his lips often. I knew he was hooked, and it was just a matter of time.
Back at my home, I have a 3 stall barn housing 3 geldings, I called them " the Boyz". Steven, a former near workaholic, was relatively easy to convince that he needed to leave work early to go for a ride. I had warned him early in our relationship that I would destroy his stellar work ethic..... We have had so many equine adventures, both from home and on various showing events: whether couty fair or Hunter Pace....we did it all.
Thru all of this, it was quite common to have various discussion about mustangs: where the adoptions were being held, dates for on line auctions, requirements for containment and stabling of mustangs. Consideration was given to how much work would it take to construct a shelter at his house for a Mustang. I think I recall that he even registered on line so he could view the horses up for adoption on a particular date.
After the passing of one of the Boyz, Casino: an older palomino that was a bit of a nut, and a favorite mount of Steven's, came the resurgence of the word "mustang". I must admit, I fueled the fire by sending an inquiry to someone posting about a "Special Adoption of Gentled Mustangs" in New Jersey. I had inquired about where to find pictures of those horses that would be offered for adoption and the exact location of the event.
http://uswhba.org/ricks_mustang_adoption
I picked 2 horses from the page: a gelding and a mare....
The poster from the Bulletin Board, Kim, put me in contact with the President of the organization, Robin, who replied to my query. There was 1 mare that may work for Steven. Of course, being a equinesick person, and wanting to spread the affliction, I forwarded the info to Steven via email. First I sent the adoption info with pictures, a suggestion to pay particular attention to Sage, and then, nearly immediately, a mapquest link showing the location....only 5 hours from home.
I didn't hear anything from him immediately, and to tell you the truth, was a bit disappointed. The questions started that evening...Should I? Do you think I can? Do you think it's a good idea?
Silly Steven....of course all the answers were yes....How else would I spread my addicition than to get him fully involved, and I did afterall, send him the information. It's the horseperson's equivalent of building a fire: paper, twigs, and kindling....and then handing him the match and the gasoline!
Multiple emails and phone conversations with Robin later, the date was set, the Jeep was clean, the alarm clock set for 3 am......and we went to New Jersey....to meet Sage.
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