Horse Hunt Progress Report #4
Went to look at a horse today. Yeah me! Actually, yeah us. There was miscommunication about getting access to the barn & Hubby persevered while I was busy descending into a snit. Horse turned out to be a cribber. No one likes this habit, but I am extra leery as Rodney shows signs of proto-cribbing. A true cribber would just give him ideas.
I did answer one question. If I am waffling about looking at a horse, default to yes. As I said earlier, I could be wrong [HHPR#1]. Plus, if the horse doesn’t want to come live here, the visit is still valuable. Having an eye is like any other skill. It requires practice. The more I look, the more confidence I will have in my judgments. In deference to the seller’s time, I ask to be present when the horse will be worked anyway and don’t ask to ride. I’ll come back if we get that far.
One of the few riders I caught on live streaming for the first day of eventing dressage was wearing a helmet! It was a dude & the Google says Linda Algotsson of Sweden was also. That makes two at least. Go helmet evangelists!
Y’all know Arthur, our wannabe barn cat [Barn Dogs] who kept me company at feeding time [King]. Now Mathilda is in her pen, the mealtime routine has changed. Therefore, Arthur has decreed that the Adoration of the Cat will occur during Mathilda’s grazing. I am learning to juggle soda/tea, book, and leadrope while maintaining an armload of purring cat.
List of previous horse shopping posts.