As if *anyone* didn’t know this already, this is what we’re expecting this weekend:

Yep.  That’s right, we are smack dab in the middle of “PARALYZED” according to this weather blurb.  Fantastic!

So I guess I know what I will be doing tonight and tomorrow.  And it doesn’t involve large animals in any way shape or form.  A couch, some DVDs, and hot chocolate is more my speed!

Yesterday was a fun day.  I was up at 4:30 and to work just after six AM so I could get back to the barn in time (hopefully) for a dentist appointment for Archiekins. Work itself promised to be pretty stressful… I’ve lost count of the number of workloads that need to go in and the different dates for different changes to everything, and pretty much everything on the list is high priority, which makes it difficult to know where to start.

So the last thing I needed was to find out a horse from our Delaware listings, who had been purchased off the track, had ended up at a New Jersey auction house.  Between the winter weather, and high number of horses, many of them didn’t sell at the Wednesday night auction, and the rest were bought by the owner of the auction house for sale or shipment with a meat dealer.  Fortunately for the horse, someone noticed the ID/name and remembered him from the listings, and was able to pretty much track the whole story within minutes.  He had been purchased (or taken) by a local person and put back up for sale almost immediately.  When he didn’t sell, he became a giveaway.  At this point, either that person sent him to the auction, or someone picked him up claiming good intentions, it’s rather hard to tell and who knows what the truth is.

Either way, a decent, stout looking bay, 5 years old, was standing in a feedlot with an uncertain future as of yesterday morning.  By the time I had to leave work, he was spoken for and a shipper and quarantine facility are lined up, and he will come into our possession on Monday. 


After all that had sapped my brain for most of the day (and don’t let me forget to call the auction guy back to make sure all the shipping arrangements are OK… heheh… wait, let me set up an email reminder… OK… Done.)

After all that had sapped my brain for most of the day, it was back home at top speed to meet the dentist and get Archie’s teeth taken care of.  For a horse that is somewhat food-belligerent, he actually was quite easy to catch and lead away from a half full grain bin.  On the other hand, getting him up the driveway with ANY sense of urgency? Not quite as easy.  I managed to get him to trot a few steps (the dentist was already there! eek!) but his “hurry” button is apparently stuck.  Not that that’s really a problem, come to think of it.

He was pretty good for his teeth, which weren’t in bad shape but did need to be done.  He had developed a lot of sharp edges but no hooks or abnormalities (yay!) He was not a huge fan of the procedure, and a couple times seemed to be trying to knock over the stall wall to get away (by leaning on it).  Then a funny moment – he had the speculum on, so he couldn’t close his mouth.  And no grain was anywhere in sight.  But he seemed to think that he REALLY needed dinner at that exact moment, because as soon as Rebecca left the stall to get a different tool, he dove for the feed bin.

All I could think about was what he would have done if there was actually grain in there. I mean, he couldn’t close his mouth, or effectively swallow.  The mental image was really just too much for me 🙂

Afterwards I switched his blanket for one that actually fits him and let him back out.  I am very pleased that a couple days of being warm and dry seems to have really helped his skin crud – his coat looks to be in good shape and it looks like he’s gained some weight already as well. 

As soon as we dig out from Snowpocalypse Part Deux, we will start getting him ridden and introduce him to the indoor.

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