The problem with vacations is that they fly by and before you know it you are back home and exhausted. I can’t seem to get enough sleep to recover from the trip…and the time leading up to the trip. All that stress with the added head and humidity caused me to have a melt down on the 3th of July.
We went to my parents summer home in Minnesota on the 3rd
after work. It was hot there. The heat and the humidity do not mix well with
me. I try to keep my happy face on but sooner or later I have a meltdown. I
could feel it coming. The stress of loading Piney was starting to get to me. He
had been doing great loading, but last time we loaded him he flipped out in the
trailer and kicked the shi…um he kicked the crap out of the ramp. We couldn’t
even open the upper doors he messed them up so bad. So I had to go into the
trailer (with my extreme trailer phobia) and keep him calm while hubby worked
to open the back doors so we could get him out of there. Nice. Frickin horse is
a dream boat until it’s time to load him. And even then he tricks you into
thinking he’s fine until it gets closer to the time when he needs to go
someplace. To make matters worse he still wasn’t 100% healed from his little
jail break a few weeks ago. We decided to wait until we got home on the 4th
to make the final decision on whether he’d be going with us. But I broke down
in tears on the 3rd blubbering about how scared I was of bringing
him in the trailer, and that I loved him too much to risk him getting hurt out
on the trails and blah blah blah. I got it all out but I knew it would be
better if we just left him at home. Hes a bit of a loner so he’d be fine at
home by himself.
When we got home on the evening of the 4th
Pinecone was still limpy. So that answered that question about if we should
bring him at all. I felt better. We finished loading up my pick up with almost
every single piece of horse equipment in triplicate that anyone could ever need
on a trail ride. It’s better safe than sorry out there. There aren’t a lot of
tack shops and the stores that do have horse tack mark up everything. I don’t
want to spend over $100 on a simple pair of leather reins.
The next morning we woke up bright and early and gave
ourselves 30 minutes to load Duke and then we’d be headed out west. Yeah…not
gonna happen. Duke wouldn’t get in the trailer. It ended up taking us one hour
and 45 minutes to get him in there. I was ready to sell the horses, the trailer
and the farm about 5 minutes before he got in there. We tried everything. We
tried being nice guys, we tried being gentle, we tried to push him in there, we
tried to pull him in there, we wrapped a rope around his butt an tried to drag
him in there. We tried everything. Then right before getting the rifle and shot
him. We made a little trail of treats and grain and he ate his way into the
trailer. And then rode like a champ the rest of the way. We ended up turning
the top vent around and then had the back doors off. He never once freaked out.
We were to meet my husband’s cousin an uncle in a town about an hour away…lucky
for us they had trouble loading their two horses so when we met up with them we
were right on schedule. When we stopped for gas we checked in on old Dukey boy
and he was fine as could be. Not sweaty or worked up in the least bit.
When we arrived to our guest ranch we checked in quickly and
then brought the horses down to the barn where they would be staying. There
were three stalls with runs that were located next door to our rooms. But the
guy at the bar where we checked in said that we could move them into the actual
barn if the weather got nasty since there weren’t any other guests that were
staying at the hotel with their horses. People were camping with their horses,
but they had separate stalls for them down by the camp sites. The horses
unloaded fine and we let them stretch their legs before putting them in their “rooms”. I filled dukes buckets and then added
electolytes. I had been giving him electorlytes in his water for a few days
before we left as a precaution. I’m sure it wasn’t necessary but with the hot
weather and the traveling I knew he’d need some hydration. And some horses don’t
like water in strange places so this would have helped him if he was a weirdo
about his water. We also bought some hay that was expensive but certified weed
free. they don't want our weeds coming in and destroying the badlands...i wouldn't either.
So other than Duke being a complete ASS about getting in the trailer it was pretty un eventful. We didn't do much other than sit on the patio and enjoy the cooler temps. THen the rain came and we were stuck inside...but to be honest I didn't mind. They had satelite tv in the rooms...I miss tv...we don't have it at our place since we just have netflix...I forgot how much i missed tv...
to be continued...I promise the rest of the weekend didn't consist of me just sitting around watching tv...although....i did think about doing just that!