Home Again, Home Again, Jiggety Jig

The suspense was killing me....I called Robin around 6:30, nearly 3 hours after we left, to see how many horses ended up adopted. Total was nine! Aspen was adopted! and finally the nagging in the back of my head ended.....not that I would change my mind and take a third trip to NJ and violate the Town's rules regading how many horses....but more the concern if he'd found a home.

Still available were Dun, Hunter and Shark Bait ( Sharkey) and they would be going to the Expo tomorrow.....

Dun

Hunter


Sharkey

Sage is a bit more worldly now.....She saw NYC traffic, for about 45 minutes. She never reminded us she was even 'in the box' she was so good. Stopping for fuel and for us to grab a bite to eat; waited patiently, like she just knew this was not the place.

Then there was Providence RI. Due to a change in the exits that Jill was not aware of ( and for the umpteenth time I hear: " I have to get this map updated") we ended up in downtown Providence. Sage got to see the big ANNIE marquis and the heart of the city....no reaction from the trailer..... and I was thinking....maybe we should take her pulse?

A bit closer to home I remembered: there is no fuel at my house.....Now, fuel, at my house, is not what heats it, it is what is in a bottle, has bubbles and vacations in the fridge. My brother used to refer to them as 12 ounce tranquilzers.... 2 quick stops, one a failure, lands a dozen Heineken's in the back seat. Properly equipped now, the last 20 minutes of the journey passes quickly.

At home, Steven lets me out at the end of the driveway to pop the back up lites on: nope, no go. He parked in the dark, almost perfectly, in the usual spot. Still, silence from the trailer. We move Dazzle to her paddock, because, at Robin's suggestion, she be stalled for the night. Her stall door does not latch, and his is larger. We put hay and water in place, turn on the stall lite, and Steven goes over to unload Sage.

He opened the door, she stood just inside: waiting. She stood patiently as he clipped her lead on, and out she came: like a lady. She seemed unconcerned with the flashlite that I had pointed at the ground, which was really more for me than for her. She walked flawlessy along the appy's fence, where he stood munching hay. He was interested..." Hey! Who's the new girl??, bring her on over "....the electric fence kept him a distance away. She looked mildly interested, and I wondered: is she just playing hard to get?

Steven led her in thru the paddock to the stall door. That access door is slightly narrower than the rear entry, dutch door, but Dazz is a big boy and has no trouble. She balked. She wanted to look around a bit before she complied with the command: walk on. She entered, looked around, and apparently she found her new accomodations acceptable as she allowed Steven to take her out and in a couple more times. Again: I thought: take her pulse! she's so good!

Once the lead was off, she stuck her nose into her hay pile. We turned off the light, observed her a bit after latching the stall door. Perfectly content, we could hear her chewing halfway back to the house. Not a peep....all night.