Moving both the girls together seemed like a super good idea at the time, but it's seriously coming back to bite me in a big way. I think it helped Ginger initially, since she did settle in and eat/drink right away, which never happens. But the past two days both horses have been seriously herd bound to one another and giant PITA's. I had to switch their paddocks around this morning because I just couldn't handle it anymore. They can still see/hear each other, but there are a couple of horses/paddocks between them. At last check, Ginger is still screaming, running the fence line, and refusing to eat or drink. I'm trying to not panic that she's going to colic or run through a fence or really hurt her (sometimes stiff) back end or something. I think perhaps a clean break would have been better! Neither of them have ever been particularly herd bound before, especially to each other, so this is a new thing and on a level I haven't seen before, particularly when they are sharing fence lines with other (calm, friendly) horses who I'm sure wouldn't mind being friends. I put a raincoat on her since I'm pretty sure she won't use her shelter, and it's pouring rain, so of course now I am also having flashbacks to the time she got tangled in her blanket and wouldn't let anyone rescue her. (Seriously, they had to call me to come free her so she had to wait for me to get away from work and ended up with that funny white mark on her neck from the tangled blanket giving her a pressure sore)
|Random pic of the baby kitty to keep things happier.|
|SOMEONE HEEELLLLLPPPP, I am alone in the desert!!!!!! Only pic you get, needed both hands on the wheel :)|
I'm really wishing I had just brought Bridget or Ginger alone - both of them together is competely overwhelming at the moment and I may go deaf from all the screaming. So much drama. This was supposed to be fun! I'll do a recap on Ginger's outing tomorrow, since I don't think I can put much more negativity and whining paranoia into one post. I'll explode the internet or something.
On the plus side, when I went to the tack store this morning to replace a broken halter and some stolen tack (told you it's been a bad week), I saw these awesome blue full seats in the super clearance bin and they were my size! I'm choosing to believe the universe was sending me a sign that I've not been completely forsaken - after all, it was only hours after publicly admitting my desire for some blue breeches on Lauren's happy blue breech post. Also, I'm pretty sure full seats are going to be neccessary this week, so double win! (And yes, I think I've just admitted that I'm almost OK with my tack getting stolen and my horses trying to kill me - apparently all it took was a pair of blue breeches in the clearance bin to make me believe the world is still on my side lol)