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Yesterday, two things happened that made me step back and think for a minute. The first one came in the mail, and you won't believe what it was. AARP sent me a membership card. I have been feeling a little achy and old lately, but I figured it was just because I am 6 months pregnant. Do they know something I don't?
The other has to do with my pony Stormy. Those pictures above are of her. Anyway, we loaded her up into the trailer yesterday to take her to a trainer so that we can sell her. This pony is very special to me, and I will explain why. We bought her mother Shea several years ago in the fall. By the time summer came around, she had gone from her sweet self to an ornery one. Her whole attitude and body language said quite clearly, "Leave me alone!!" She would not let us catch her in the pasture, and she bucked when I rode her. So my trainer suggested breeding her to settle down her hormones in the hopes they were causing the problems. I bred her to a cute, little pony so that I would get one for my children. This solution worked for a few weeks, then Shea reverted to her ornery self. We decided to sell her, so we aborted the baby because who would want a horse bred to a pony? (Note: I believe whole-heartedly in the sanctity of human life but not of animals.) She turned up lame when we tried to sell her, so we brought her back home, and she is such a pretty mare that my sweet husband let me keep her to breed her. Well, lo and behold, she turned out still to be pregnant. The vet had never seen anything like that before. So, Stormy is my pony that shouldn't be here.
From the very first day when she was born, Stormy was friendly. She would come to us when her mother ran away. She loves getting attention to the point that she is a pest sometimes. She has stolen many hearts of people who know her. She is the sweetest horse I have been around. I can imagine the fun (and trouble!) that Sarah Beth and Stormy could get into when they are both older.
Stormy turned three this past summer, and I finally got around to breaking her. However, then I found out that I was pregnant, and I did not need to be working with a barely-broke horse. Realistically, I do not know when I will have the time to train her properly, and so we figure the best thing for her is to get her trained and sell her to a family who will love and appreciate her as we have. It was a hard decision, one that I dragged my feet on for a long time, but it is the right thing to do. She is still my pony, and I can always change my mind, but I don't think I should or would.
The other has to do with my pony Stormy. Those pictures above are of her. Anyway, we loaded her up into the trailer yesterday to take her to a trainer so that we can sell her. This pony is very special to me, and I will explain why. We bought her mother Shea several years ago in the fall. By the time summer came around, she had gone from her sweet self to an ornery one. Her whole attitude and body language said quite clearly, "Leave me alone!!" She would not let us catch her in the pasture, and she bucked when I rode her. So my trainer suggested breeding her to settle down her hormones in the hopes they were causing the problems. I bred her to a cute, little pony so that I would get one for my children. This solution worked for a few weeks, then Shea reverted to her ornery self. We decided to sell her, so we aborted the baby because who would want a horse bred to a pony? (Note: I believe whole-heartedly in the sanctity of human life but not of animals.) She turned up lame when we tried to sell her, so we brought her back home, and she is such a pretty mare that my sweet husband let me keep her to breed her. Well, lo and behold, she turned out still to be pregnant. The vet had never seen anything like that before. So, Stormy is my pony that shouldn't be here.
From the very first day when she was born, Stormy was friendly. She would come to us when her mother ran away. She loves getting attention to the point that she is a pest sometimes. She has stolen many hearts of people who know her. She is the sweetest horse I have been around. I can imagine the fun (and trouble!) that Sarah Beth and Stormy could get into when they are both older.
Stormy turned three this past summer, and I finally got around to breaking her. However, then I found out that I was pregnant, and I did not need to be working with a barely-broke horse. Realistically, I do not know when I will have the time to train her properly, and so we figure the best thing for her is to get her trained and sell her to a family who will love and appreciate her as we have. It was a hard decision, one that I dragged my feet on for a long time, but it is the right thing to do. She is still my pony, and I can always change my mind, but I don't think I should or would.
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