A break in the weather has brought with it the opportunity to visit some horses. Eight horses. In three days, located in three different states and criss-crossing around 400 or so miles in various directions, no doubt down unknown hollows trying to find some connection to a specific horse with no idea in mind as to which one it will be.
Exciting? Yeah! Unnerving? A little.
One day we will be meeting a few Tennessee Walkers. One nice looking black gelding that we have watched on video plus some others that we have yet to see. Wouldn't it be funny if I ended up with a horse that I could introduce as my "Walker" and then giggle inside and think of TWD? Lame, Gillybean. Really lame.
Next we are stopping to meet a big ole' Paint horse. I had originally said "no more Paints" and not for any bad reason it is just that I leased a Paint for a really long time and possibly want to make friends with something else. But, Paints are everywhere and no two are really the same. This guy is pretty tall (16hh) and built like a Mac truck from what I can tell in his pictures. He also has loads of trail experience.
Then there is another smaller Paint with a good deal of trail behind him as well as some arena showing to his credit. He looks like a fun little guy and is a full hand shorter than the taller Paint. But, the thing that tugged at my heart was that he has this goofy, crooked blaze that kind of veers to one side of his face. LOL. He is just cute as a button.
Next is a Quarter Horse mare (gasp, a mare!) advertised as one who is not "mare-ish" at all. Also with several years of trail experience. She is not at all what I would have thought I would go look at. She's a chestnut color with white feet and it looked in the picture like a white star on her forehead. She's just a "plain" horse but something about the look of her kept bringing me back to the ad. She looks like a horse that enjoys her work to me and you cannot beat that.
Then we have a grey Quarter Horse, trail competent and people friendly. I have a soft spot for greys. Something about the coloring and the way some of them are dappled just appeals to me. I guess it is because they are different, at least around here. Everyone wants a Paint horse or a bay QH but no one ever says "I want a grey horse" and that is probably why they always catch my eye.
Tonight, for the first time in weeks, I have not spent my internet time looking for horses and people to call about horses. Believe me, in getting these appointments there have been just as many (probably more) that didn't pan out. Horse already sold or you talk to the people and learn that the "bombproof" horse kicked his stall over one time or people just don't return your calls or they do return your calls but the scheduling doesn't work. I won't experience real relief (and joy) till I make a decision but it is nice to have a break from getting bloodshot, horse shopping eyes.
I need to go to bed soon. I may not sleep well but I have to get up near 5:00, get ready and meet my girlfriend/instructor who is going with me on this first adventure. I have a carton of powdered donuts for her (lol) and caffeinated beverages for us both. We are stopping at a tack shop in between visits tomorrow and won't be home till well after dark. Then, repeat by myself for two additional days.
Unless, that is, I meet my true horse love somewhere along the way...
In Loving Memory
...of the first horse to hold my heart