Is the song stuck in your head yet? Yes? Good!
(I’m an asshole. Sorry not sorry!)
New England is small. Horse world is small. Put one small world on top of another, and you get really, REALLY small.
How about Daisy Mae?
Neither of these horses were for me, through no fault of their own. There were just things that I couldn’t reconcile within my own head. Rene and I just didn’t have that magic “click” moment, and Daisy and I probably would have clashed like oil and water. I’m not in a place where I want another major project.
Both of these horses were for someone else, though! The woman who purchased Renegade, who saw him mere hours after I did, is a lovely lady from Maine. Kelsey is a fellow blogger, and she stumbled across my blog on an unrelated thread on the Mainely Gaiters Facebook page. Needless to say, I went “HI CAN I STALK YOU AND RENE?” and she said “SURE WHY NOT IT’S ONLY A LITTLE CREEPY!” Okay, maybe she didn’t say that, but that’s how I figured it was going to go in my head.
A month or so after she brought Rene home, her friend, Casey, decided she needed a gaited horse too! Kelsey touched base with me and asked if I knew of anything in the area, as she was having a hard time finding something suitable. I was going to suggest King if I ended up not liking him, but before I could even go see him, Kelsey told me that Casey had found a critter…lo and behold, it was Miss Daisy Mae, the sassy little Walker mare that I had looked at not too long ago. It seems that Casey and Daisy have hit it off rather well, and Daisy is now living with them at Kelsey’s Blonde Bomber Acres in Maine.
I am very excited to be able to follow these two horses. They weren’t for me, but they both deserved fantastic homes and they both couldn’t have found better ones. I hope to watch them both blossom into awesome trail horses with their respective people. I hope to travel to Maine to ride with Kelsey, Rene, Casey and Daisy some day (and maybe, if we’re feeling nice, we’ll invite N and her barn girl, C! 😉
As for news in my little world…I am now up to THREE horses. Three. 0 to 60 in the span of a week and a half. I go back to ride King on Sunday, and then on Monday, M and I are headed down to the southern end of CT to meet Previlegio, a 13 year old, 14.2 hand black as night Peruvian gelding.
|OMFG SO MUCH CUTE AND SO MUCH HAIR!|
MY. BRAIN. HURTS.