The moment of truth. What’s the horse like? Will I like him? Will he like me?
He sees us coming and perks up. He’s friendly. He’s handsome. We are all giggling like little girls. My trainer’s smile here says it all.
The facility is beautiful.
Well, he looks good. Time to get on the trailer and go. That’s right, no test ride. No trot-out. First time I see him out of his stall is as he’s being led to the trailer to go home with me.
Racehorses are used to large vans. Will he load on a bumper-pull 2 horse?
Yep. No problem.
Back at home, he is calm and alert. Inquisitive but relaxed. We turn him out in the round pen.
He rolls. We decide to ride him.
Trainer, then me, then BFF all get to hop on.
His front shoes came off a week or so ago, and it’s clear he is sore.
All tucked into his new home. He likes having a window.
More to come tomorrow. =] It’s been a long day and its late. Technically its tomorrow already. ;]