In a fit of sleep deprived ignorance, I left a door unlatched that goes into the ponies run-in stall from the barn aisle. I came home from work to find no ponies, including Satan, his gorgeous Welsh friend, and the silly mini mule. My husband and I took off in both directions out the driveway- I took a side road and then a driveway that curves around behind our farm. I looked around frantically and in a grassy paddock thats been empty for a while stood the three yellow amigos in front of a small shed looking like they owned the place. The neighbors were so very kind (they apologized to ME because the ponies had some burrs now, wow- I was extremely embarrassed, apologetic, and unenthused about the task at hand. I crouched down and Ellie Mae the mini mule came right over to be haltered and loaded as my husband pulled up with the trailer. Then I walked not far away to the pretty Welsh mare, who also loaded and waited. Realizing he was alone, Satan set off on a mission to keep his freedom. I walked, and I round-penned from afar, I retreated and turned away when called for. I got him to walk up to me twice, but he was on high alert and not interested in staying tuned in. Many people offered to help but moe than one person in an enclosure always makes him more nervous, and hes too smart to be cornered or bribed Im sure. I walked and walked through waist high brush up and down hills. He started turning and facing me as my husband took the other two home and then it got dark, he got flightier, he started running and running and not letting me nearly as close and dragon snorting and since I havent had much sleep in several days I started tripping and my throat got very dry. My very kind mother-in-law came to watch my daughter while I went to work and was still at my house with her. Poor baby has been to the doctor twice in a week and to the ER last night because an oral steroid earlier that day didnt reduce the inflammation quite enough for her to breathe easier. I knew she gets worse at night and I needed to get home. Ill wont do my daughter or Satan any good passed out lost in the weeds on some hillside. It hurts, it hurts my feelings more than it should but thankfully he is okay and I met a new neighbor that has horses and will keep an eye on him until I figure out what I can do tomorrow. I normally never ever ever quit when walking a horse down, but in this case nobody was winning and the circumstances... well they stink. Im going to bed feeling more broken inside than out and a bit off my rocker but I woke up this morning and thats plenty to be thankful for. Dont say I only share the happy, easy stuff, and its good for others to know I dont rest upon a pedistal. I fall. I fall far and often but what matters is that Ill get back up, and trudge on.
Posted on: Wed, 15 Oct 2014 01:54:36 +0000
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