It's no surprise that everything needs their feet trimmed around here. So for the next couple of days, it's going to be working on getting everyone trimmed up. Thankfully the weather is supposed to be beautiful so it won't be miserable doing that.
There is someone interested in renting our town house, so we will be here a couple days longer than anticipated packing and moving our stuff to the ranch house. I wasn't expecting to have to do that, but it's probably a good thing to just get it out of the way now. Decent people to rent to are hard to come by around here and I think these people would take very good care of the place.
Yesterday, Meg and I were going to wean Beretta, but we spent an hour working with Chunk...trying to get the fat-ass in the trailer. It was a no go! Even the usual trick of creating an alley and loose loading her didn't work. It wasn't hard to figure out she would have rather went over the panels than in the trailer. There is more than one way to load a horse though-LOL. So I unhooked the trailer and fed them in it last night. Beretta had no problem hopping in and out to eat her supper. I'm not sure if Chunk ever loaded or not as Meg and I had other things to go do. She will though. They all do eventually. A few times in and out of their own accord and they figure it out. I know Paige employs this trick as well.:)
As bad luck would have it...the bottom of the water tank in the horse pasture at the ranch gave out yesterday, so Megan and I headed out to the ranch to help my brother move horses into another pasture until that can be repaired. Brother already had the moving handled so Meg and I loved on the two barn ponies for a bit. Andrea's favorite, Big Blue...
...Is doing fantastic down at the place. He thinks he has died and gone to heaven-his own barn space, no other horses around to pick on him and daily human contact.
Blue has lost all of his globby fat and looks good. My brother keeps bragging on what a nice horse Blue is to ride...duuhhhh! Megan and I spent a fair amount of time riding the big guy and as a pasture horse...Blue is hard to beat.
And then there is "big poppa"...
I don't know if the thoughts I have had will come to fruition, but if we get our horse property in Colorado and get things set up like I want them...I want to take this horse out there and finish him. I've never been crazy about dealing with stallions in a competitive setting, but this horse is one of those that it makes your heart hurt that he isn't out there for the whole world to see how talented he is. He is broke...or I guess I should say...he was broke. Started and easily ridden by a 72y/o man...he then went to the people we bought him from and they did a fine job of pissing him off. Hard to believe the big love-bug that he is now came to us as an extremely pissed off and hateful horse. He would just as soon kick your head off as look at you. The first time my brother saddled him, he bucked so hard my brother feared there would be nothing left of his saddle by the time he managed to get it off. It took a year of just handling him and doing groundwork exercises to make him realize he didn't have to walk around in a perpetual state of hate. It's been all good since then and I see no reason why a person couldn't restart him and finish him out. It may be a pipe dream, but I know the horse can mortally fly and it's kind of fun to think about running barrels on him.
Like I don't have enough other horses to worry about riding right? LOL Oh well, the way I look at is...if they don't make you dream a little bit...they are obviously missing something.