Having a new project horse has made the work day a million
more times difficult. All I can think
about is getting to the barn and playing with him. Its absurd.
But then again, horses do always seem to become a bit of an obsession
for folks like me.
We’ve been working on picking up feet for extended periods
of time. I’ve even run a rasp over them
some. He’s real good about letting me
hold them for 30+ seconds or so and really seems to like them getting
cleaned. That rasp tickles a little too
much for him right now though so he really tries to get the foot under scrutiny
out of my hand. I’m optimistic though,
that in two weeks we will be able to have a mostly-successful trimming. We’ll see.
He seems to look better by the day. Really seems to be gaining weight and perking
up. The longer he’s at the barn the more
we’re all falling in love with him. Such
a sweetheart.
I wasn’t crazy about the name he came with. It really just didn’t match up with the
little horse he seems to be – though we’re still getting to know each
other. Saying the name in my head seemed
okay, but as soon as I said it aloud I cringed.
It sounded harsher than I expected and really didn’t match his calm,
easy-going, inquisitive nature. As a
result, I’ve been playing around with other names. And we’ve all been joking a lot about what he
should be called. The 3-year old like
the name Oswald. But we have an
Oliver. Oswald and Oliver. Ozzy and Olly. Ummm, no.
Henry and Gomer were also laughed at for a bit. Gomer in particular. Andrea
suggested several names that I really liked, Flint being my favorite. Now its coming down to Flint and the name
that came to me out of the blue, Griffin.
I’m going to see which flows out of my mind and mouth the most in the coming
days and settle with one of them.
A local trainer has an unhandled 4-year old at the barn
right now, too. I am going to try to get
a photo of him soon to post because he’s gorgeous. Dun complete with black tipped ears, a little
striping on his legs, and the most beautiful mane/forelock ever. He’s VERY refined in his build and the way he
moves just screams Spanish mustang – though I believe he’s a QH. But because he looks like he’s Spanish we
have been joking around with Spanish names.
Taco, Gato, Café, Guillermo, Burrito, El Diablo, Angel, Jesus, Caballo,
Mestengo, Rodrigo, Pedro, Domingo…the list goes on. And of course, as we came up with these names
we said them in the thickest Spanish accent possible. Duh.
Hopefully both of these guys will have a solid name in the
upcoming weeks! Naming is so hard to do
right.
Ooooh! Name game is FUN!! Yep, the only way to test the name is to see which one "fits" when using it with the critter in question.
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