Sharpie's inspection was going to be today, July 28, 2017, but due to likely all-day thunderstorms, it was moved to yesterday. This meant I was already at work, working, when I received the notice that Sharpie was going to be inspected, and did I want to come watch. I did, but I had a meeting at work that prevented me from immediately lea[...]
Yet another "In Memory of" post... my trailer has died. It is now in the trailer graveyard at the repair shop. Technically, I could perform CPR on it, and revive it. But the cost of doing so is the same as the price I initially paid for it... so I'm not feeling an overwhelming urge to bring it back to life. Also, turns out I don't h[...]
Sunday was a big day for cleaning out more woods. We cut down more trees, and disposed of the trees we cut down. D'Arcy had recruited some family members and we became a well oiled machine, cutting down, and dragging out to the fire her brother had built. The fire was huge! It had been built by an eagle scout who knew his stuff. &n[...]
So basically, Sharpie is all I have on my mind these days. Even as I'm scratching Pony, all I can think is, Wow, Pony, you sure are fatter than Sharpie. And he is. And he's going to be getting the muzzle of shame because he's gotten so fat. Seriously, that Pony needs to be on a diet. But that's another story... one that was basically summ[...]
Yesterday the vet checked out Sharpie, and he officially became mine. I basically already announced him before due to excitement, but now he's truly and officially mine! Which means I can tell way more about his bloodlines without feeling like a weirdo stalker of breeders. But first, his vet inspection! This is the first time I've b[...]
Now that I've picked the horse, I need to have room for it and D'Arcy's foal. It's finally time to clear our some more acreage on my farm. (Really, it was time ages ago, but this is good motivation to get moving.) Dave ripped something in his arm, so he was unable to cut down trees. That meant it was up to us ladies to cut down the[...]
Luckily the disappointment of last weekend has faded away, and I'm feeling much better about this last weekend. I picked out my baby! This is F#, which is pronounced "F Sharp," not "F Hastag." Hopefully, I won't have to repeat this over and over, but I anticipate a lifetime of telling people that. He shall be called the very dignif[...]
Yucky is a bit of an understatement. There's no way to polish this up, so I'll be blunt. The foal I wanted, the one that was just born this week, has died. My second choice foal was still born. Such is life I suppose. Nothing is ever a guarantee. Completely overshadowing this though, and putting things in perspective, I spent the[...]
Guys. GUYS! I am so excited because I got new arena footing! This is the best day ever! I didn't even have to pay for it! D'Arcy traveled to an exotic beach, and since she didn't ask me what she should bring me back, I offered to her that she should bring back some sand for me... and she DID! Two varieties! I put it in my[...]
The first foal was born! It's a dark bay colt, with a big star and three small socks. A few days ago, I was saying that I hoped it was a dark bay with white socks and a stripe, and this is pretty close, I'll take it as fulfilling my exact wish. Not a filly though, which I was originally hoping for. But, I don't think that bothers me[...]