Proud of My Son

Since I don't have any human children yet, I like to refer to Jimmy as my "son".

Last night we had our big move to the "winter home" and he couldn't have made me any more proud. I was packed up and ready to go when they rolled into the driveway to pick us up. I had Cass (daughter of barn owner) pick up the push broom in case we needed it & we headed out the door and towards the trailer. The wind was howling, the leaves were blowing, it was dark....Jimmy walked confidently as ever behind me and up into the trailer. Loaded. Done.

I was SHOCKED first of all because in the past he has been a complete terror and usually took an extreme amount of time and patience to get him in far enough to close the butt-bar & shut the door faster than he could change his mind. I'm so proud that he was so confident about getting on the trailer, it's almost like he's growing up :-)

I drove behind the trailer & all 5 miles I could see Jimmy (the top part of the back door was open) looking around, wondering where he's going. At stop lights he would look back & forth from the left to the right, watching the cars go by. He stood very still, just moved his head and neck to see where the action was.

He unloaded a little shaky, but when I talked to him and put my hand on his rump to let him know I was there (Cass was on the front end) he calmed down and walked nicely off. He snorted walking into his new stall, but once he was in he calmly munched on the provided hay and didn't make a peep or show any sign of concern whatsoever.

Julie text me that he has made a friend in a TB named Maverick and seems to be very calm still about the whole move. She said he enjoyed his turn out today and is behaving himself very well.

I love my horse. I love my horse. I love my horse.

Tonight, WE RIDE!!!