On Saturday I dropped Henry off at his new home for the next 30 days.
As usual, he loaded up and rode like a champ, although I can tell he’s starting to get a bit full of himself from not being ridden. Everything just happens a lot quicker, with a bit more enthusiasm than necessary.
He unloaded and immediately neighed at all his new QH besties (the rehab place is pretty much full of QH’s at the moment… and a mini…) then marched right in and drank a bucket of water. After a quick lap of his giant stall to check it out (they have doubles!) he touched noses with his neighbor, decided not to kill him, and started to work on his hay.
I was that crazy owner who brought a whole little trunk full of his stuff, and totally hovered for a while before I left. I brought his grooming stuff, a big bag of cookies, a new salt-on-a-rope, his back on track wraps, his sheet, and some of his large assortment of medications. How many other horses have a trunk sitting in front of their stalls? Uh yeah, none of them.
I tried to explain all of his weird little idiosyncrasies while the owners very politely nodded and let me ramble. I told them about 50 times to feel free to send me updates and pictures, and that I’d come visit at least once a week. My crazy flag was flying high.
After I parked my trailer and paid them (bye money), I’d run out of things to piddle around with, so I finally got in my truck and left. It was an emotionally tough day (we’ll talk about that tomorrow) but I think he’s in good hands and will be happy there. They get the horses out several times a day for handgrazing, time on the walker, the aquatred, grooming, etc. He won’t be too bored, and hopefully he’ll be feeling better soon.
28 more days…