The Boys Come Home

Today marks one year of Mike and me living in our lovely apartment. We are very happy here, and upon deciding to renew our lease, we also decided to move our horses home. I gave my barn owner 60 days notice and slowly started piecing together the details.

This afternoon, after a year of daydreaming and two months of careful planning, my boys came home.

Marissa was kind enough to lend us her trailer. The boys loaded up pretty quickly. Ozzy hesitated a bit because it was narrow and slippery and he hasn't shipped since he got EPM. I'm not sure he 100% knows where his feet are.

I let Mike drive because the roads are narrow and windy, and currently covered in ice.

The horses unloaded quietly, looked around, and followed me obediently to the paddock. Our landlord was kind enough to plow a path from our driveway all the way to their shed, which was very thoughtful. I took Ozzy and Mike took JR. We closed the gate, and removed their halters.

I think our boys are so used to just taking everything in stride that they basically shrugged it off.

"Hmm... shed, hay, water. Looks like we live here now."

They did a courtesy lap around the pasture, sniffed the shed, rolled in the fresh snow, and settled down to eat. When I came back after dropping off the trailer and having lunch with Mike, they were right where I left them. Our landlord was impressed with how quickly they seemed to settle in.

Tookie, our resident stallion, on the other hand, is having a pretty significant melt down about this. I don't think he realized there were other horses on the planet. This is a very big day for him. Haha. At first, he didn't realize anything was happening, but once Oreo trotted over to investigate, he was all over it. He's too good to go through or over the fence, but he ran, ran, ran until he had no energy left. Now he's just pacing aimlessly while my boys ignore him. There's an alleyway between the paddocks that's big enough for a truck to drive down, so I'm not at all concerned, but I sort of feel sorry for the bugger.

Oreo keeps looking at us as if to say, "Can I live with the two quiet horses, please? They look like they have nice hay..."

I keep staring out the window. I don't really care what they're doing, but it's nice to be able to check from my own living room! This is a lifelong dream come true for me. Right now, I am very, very happy.

The boys were very synchronized in their laps.

You can really see the size difference here.

Still sync'ed.

Stride for stride.

Zoomy!

They even shake together.

I love this horse.

Love.

Loving this view!