What a good boy.
Today I got an illustration of WHY we all had that nagging feeling of "have to bring this horse home even though it doesn't make sense right now" back when we saw him in July.
My mom had brought my aunt and uncle to meet him, and the four of us were standing in the graveled barn walkway with Boo there, on halter and lead, while we fussed over him. Emma was lurking in the shadows as she does - but out of the way. And then the new barn owner's small son (the new B.O., male iteration, had let his little guy tag along while he chipped branches and did chores... the new owner is still learning about horses and how to run a ranch... a scary combo) came scooting along practically beneath Boo's tail.
Boo flicked an ear back and was like, "uh, there's a toddler under my back foot. Someone want to get that?"
So I'm begging Emma to grab the tiny kid, but she's Emma and a little moongazer on the best of days, so it's happening slowly at best....
And right around that moment, Serena, the big mare, comes galloping down the hill next to us in full medieval-charger mode and does a sliding stop fifteen feet from Boo's rear end.
I snap at everyone to please step back a little - expecting my BABY THOROUGHBRED to at least, you know, react? - but Boo flicks another ear and is like, gosh lady (Serena), is that drama really necessary? There are kids and non-horse-people here, you know?
And meanwhile, male Barn Owner is chipping branches in the parking lot, and dragging pieces of tree around, causing all kinds of noise - and it's still no biggie.
My horse? Owns me heart and soul after today. Because, wow, you guys. I know soooooooooo many horses who would not have put up with all that - or even part of that - and he took it all like a champ. He's totally going to be my trail horse, my husband horse, my daughter's big galoot. Why? because he clearly can; and because, I think, Boo has an old, old soul.
Tomorrow: carrots. Lots of carrots.
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