Today, the old barn where Benny lived was ready for a new occupant.
No, Puff, not you.
The Brenderup was cleaned out and hitched up.
No, Tucker, not you.
Dad and I hit the road down to the barn.
Yes, it’s a Brenderup. It’s almost twenty years old and still in great shape.
We loaded up the stuff first, which was more than I thought it would be. How does horse stuff just…accumulate like that? And six bales of hay plus a net full to keep him busy.
So then I went out and got the boy.
Yes, that’s the pasture, even after rain this week. We have a drought all over the state.
It’s been a really long time since I did wraps (if I ever did in the first place; I honestly can’t remember.) Yes, I use quilts, not boots. The one set of boots we had seemed to come off Benny, while the quilts were still good and I have quite a few.
I think I did a pretty good job, actually.
Lucky was not all that enthused about loading, but with Dad on the lead and me tapping his butt with a dressage whip (okay, it verged on ‘smacking’ a couple times until it finally got his front feet ON the ramp) he finally managed to step in. He’s probably jumped fences and lifted his back legs less than he did going up SCARY RAMP. But he went in.
Maybe he’s bigger than I think, as he actually does a pretty good job lenghtwise filling up the B’up. THIS is why he didn’t like the idea of loading in the BO’s two-horse even for practice…
Lucky, once in, didn’t seem overly perturbed.
A little curious, maybe.
We had the windows cracked and the hatch on the ramp down so he wouldn’t get too hot.
Lots of head room and he could even see out the window.
It was a pretty long drive, but fortunately the temperature today was lower than it has been and he felt good about emptying his hay net by the time we arrived.
The welcoming committee was waiting….
After some walking around and cramming his mouth with all the green grass he could grab, I put him inside so he’d be out of the way while we unloaded hay and stuff and discombobulated the cats and dogs.
As you can see, he likes the shavings, and demonstrating he’s athletic or at least coordinated enough to roll in his stall.
Tomorrow I should have the photos from Mom’s camera, featuring the Dogs and a few prettier shots of Lucky arriving! And maybe some pictures of him turned out on green grass.