Driving your trailer for a first look at a sale pony is a bad idea.
If you do this, AND are arguing with your husband all the way, “No, no, honey, I am just going to LOOK!” and he keeps asking why we have the trailer, you should consider therapy.
I bought the pony. I didn’t even negotiate. Unless you consider insisting that they throw in the dry rotted bridle and the nylon halter “negotiation.”
I brought the pony home to our 130 acre farm. The one with no fencing. Except the hot wire for the chickens. Oh, and no shelter, really, except the chicken coop.
I’m thinking maybe I should skip therapy and go straight to medication.
The pony does not have a coggins (what do you WANT for $700!!??) and heaven only knows about shots, so I am frantically looking for a barn at the same time that I am trying to trailer pony over to vet to get her blood work and shots (‘trying’ because my truck is in for major brake work right now, oh, and I have two children under the age of 2).
I suppose I could have the vet come here, but since my “’”‘facilities’"’" (and may God not strike me dead for describing my chicken coop as a facility) are severely lacking she might feel compelled to notify the ASPCA.
All horse people are crazy, aren’t we?
The pony is 14h and I’m not too big. She’s so, so, so green (think “emerald in the rough”), but so, so patient with her weird, weird new life with the chickens.
She’s going to be an event pony for me, and then, hopefully for some very, very lucky little kid. I think anyway. I actually have no idea if she can jump.
If you don’t mind, I’d love to post here as she develops. I am madly in love and need to talk about it to someone other than my husband (who might get a little jealous).
Many thanks! Ellen