Monday, April 2, 2012
Getting Cia to the Trainer
What a great day! It started with my pathological fears and ended with none of my pathological fears being realized!
9:00--Going to get Cia loaded--falsely assuming she's done that recently and it will be easy. (In fact, she hasn't been loaded without a buddy in four years.) She loads right in, but looks nervous. I back her out and try to load her again to show her it's okay, but she balks. I begin to wonder if that was a big mistake and will make me late for my 11:30 Estimated Time of Arrival. However, the god of horses is watching over me, and Cia decides to trust me once again and reload. I shut the divider and exit as quickly as I can, hoping her good brain and calm personality will win out.
9:15--Fifteen minutes into the drive, I begin wondering if she's broken her neck or legs. Has she hit her head? Is there blood back there? Is she still alive?
9:20--I get a phone call from my sister (on bluetooth) and tell her ALL of the horror stories I've heard about trailering green horses. Effectively, I transfer worry to her mind and calm my own.
11:27--I pull up at the ranch passing hundreds of cows who are lounging in the pasture.
11:30--I jump out of the truck to inspect Cia. She's in one piece (not a scratch) and looking with wide-doe-eyes at the beautiful stallion in the roundpen.
11:35--I walk her to her stall and she immediately begins to eat as if she's lived there her whole life.
11:35-1:30--Iget to relax and hang out with my friends over lunch.
1:30--We head back to the ranch to see the horses and Cia is still calm and happy.
My trainer, who is also a good friend, was showing me her husband's newest horse after we'd gotten back from lunch. It was a beautiful, large-boned, muscular gray mare. She told me how once it had been starved, completely emaciated and covered in lice. It had been rescued by a woman (she gave me the name) and...more of the story. My mind had stopped at the name of the woman. It was my brother's fiance's name. We compared notes trying to figure out if we were talking about the same person, and sure enough we were.
After calling my future SIL, sure enough, it had been her horse! What a story. She and her sister had rescued 11 horses from utter filth and deprivation. What had happened to those horses was nothing short of HORROR. What a happy ending for that mare. And such a small world.
Anyway, despite my many fears, it was a wonderful day with no mishaps.
Oh yeah, I forgot...
2:30: I call my sister from the truck (bluetooth). She has anxiously been waiting to hear if Cia has broken her neck or legs and died in transit.