Today started out with a scare. I thought for sure that my heart would never make it through this day.
My beloved Houdini. I went down to feed before leaving for work and lo and behold, Houdini lay down when he saw food coming. Not at ALL a Houdini norm.
No gut sounds. Flying to get the banamine thinking for sure this was the end. But after banamine, oil, electrolytes and water, he is doing better. He is pooping and eating and gut sounds galore.
I have several thousand new gray hairs. My heart palpitations have stopped and I am breathing normally. I am not ready for him to leave me. Not now. Not when we have just embarked on this new adventure. I love that horse.
So here I am writing about such a scary thing and making decisions that have already been made. I never, EVER want to be in a position where I cannot take care of my horse when he needs help.
I thank God often. It is with a grateful heart that I have a good truck, a roof over my head, a place to keep my horses and someone to put in the pump for the water tank.
OMG. I swore I would never get into another water haul situation, but hello! Here I am. And somehow it is not as bad as when I was doing this in Colorado. Probably because it is not so flippin' cold I have snot sickles hanging from my nose.
But the klinker is, I thought the water system would be in place when I got here. No such luck. So after tracking down the fix it man, apparently I am getting that pump in here pretty quickly. You have no idea what it is like to have to dump a bucket of water down the toilet to flush it. Or heat water up on the stove and in the electric wok, dump it into an igloo cooler and use it for taking a bath. Or better yet, heating water to wash dishes.
YIKES!
I have a whole lot of respect for those pioneer women.
If it had been left up to me, we would still be back in Boston talking with funky accents.....
