He is on His Way

And so, I wait.

MerryLegs is on his way, and the shipper is going to call me when he crosses the state line.  I have marshalled all the forces, and they are all waiting for the call.  This is one exciting event.

Yesterday, Kevin put a note on the bulletin board for everyone to say “hello” to MerryLegs.  Of course, there was no MerryLegs, but Kevin put an old toy horse in the stall, instead.  He tricked everyone—they loved it, but probably not as much as they will love the real MerryLegs.

We hope he likes his new home and his new horse friends—especially Ranger, his stall mate.  Ranger has been practicing making faces at the empty stall for the last few weeks in preparation.  I will give him a few days to relax and get used to us and his new home—and then I will ease him into training.  We will indoctrinate him into clicker this weekend—since there are treats involved, I think he will take to it well.  It sounds like he likes to eat nearly anything. 

It now seems like it is really happening.  Until now, it seemed abstract—like a dream.  We have been talking and planning for so long.

I have feeling that he will be another great horse in our little herd of great horses. 

Of course, I will share it all, here.I want people to know that I not trying to hide the facts from anyone.   There was nothing to be ashamed of, and I was willing to stand by what happened as a truthful and sad story. 

To the person who keeps telling the former owner that I haven’t removed everything, I have to ask.  What kind of friend are you?  Do you like making her upset?  You should be ashamed of yourself.  If you were a real friend, you would protect her from unhappiness, not cause it.