Inside her mind..
Monday, April 03, 2006
Damn.. ya'll caught me. I tried something different this year with my mom (after believing over and over again that I was pregnant on April 1st, she's finally caught on), and she didn't even believe me. Man, I'm losing my touch..
Anyways, I sent out this big long email to my horsey friends to sum up what happened this past weekend.. instead of writing it again, here it is in all its cut/paste glory:
Well, Isabella certainly gave me the scare of a lifetime this past weekend.
I moved her from Ember Ridge to her new home at Morning STar Ranch on Saturday.
The move went smoothly (other than having to have the tractor at Ember Ridge
pull the truck/trailer out of a muddy parking spot). Isabella settled into the
new pasture and when we left her on Saturday she was calling out but didn't
seem too upset.
Sunday morning at 8:30 (after staying out until 2-3am the night before, the
first time we've gone out in like, a year), I got a call from Nan the barn
manager, "Uhmm.. do you have your horse? If not, she's missing!!"
Sherrif's department was called, Julie from Ember Ridge was called, Terry from
Shamrock was called, I ran out of the house and drove around Montara, searching
for her. Got a garbled message from Terry at Shamrock (where we boarded for a
year before we moved to Ember ridge for 4 months), ".. You're welcome to come
back to Shamrock and stay.. (somethingsomething) We can put Isabella in a
stall.. (somethingsomething)." I guess I heard what I wanted to hear because I
hooked up the trailer and sped over to Shamrock.
When I got there, Isabella wasn't anywhere to be found. Rita was there and
bless her heart, offered Lodi for me to go trekking through the trails to
search for her.
Just as I was about to head out, I recieved a call from Julie at Ember Ridge..
Jose, the caretaker at both Ember Ridge and Ocean View, had Isabella at Ocean
View (for those not that familiar with the area, Ocean View is the ranch before
Shamrock). I held it together pretty well up to that point, but just the
relief that she was found made me break down and I had a pretty good cry at
that point (thanks again to Rita for giving me a well needed hug!!)
What a morning.. Isabella was pooped and hungry when I picked her up. I got a
call from Nan this morning saying Isabella was safe and sound in her pasture
today. I think I had about 100 heart attacks and aged about 20 years this past
weekend.. thank God she wasn't hurt and we found her! And Hooray for happy
endings..
p.s. Isabella let herself out by putting her head through the gate then lifting it off its hinges. The hinges have now been replaced by monstrous screws that she can't budge. They usually have the ranch gate closed as well but by happenchance that was left open at the time Isabella decided to leave the premises.
Anyways, I sent out this big long email to my horsey friends to sum up what happened this past weekend.. instead of writing it again, here it is in all its cut/paste glory:
Well, Isabella certainly gave me the scare of a lifetime this past weekend.
I moved her from Ember Ridge to her new home at Morning STar Ranch on Saturday.
The move went smoothly (other than having to have the tractor at Ember Ridge
pull the truck/trailer out of a muddy parking spot). Isabella settled into the
new pasture and when we left her on Saturday she was calling out but didn't
seem too upset.
Sunday morning at 8:30 (after staying out until 2-3am the night before, the
first time we've gone out in like, a year), I got a call from Nan the barn
manager, "Uhmm.. do you have your horse? If not, she's missing!!"
Sherrif's department was called, Julie from Ember Ridge was called, Terry from
Shamrock was called, I ran out of the house and drove around Montara, searching
for her. Got a garbled message from Terry at Shamrock (where we boarded for a
year before we moved to Ember ridge for 4 months), ".. You're welcome to come
back to Shamrock and stay.. (somethingsomething) We can put Isabella in a
stall.. (somethingsomething)." I guess I heard what I wanted to hear because I
hooked up the trailer and sped over to Shamrock.
When I got there, Isabella wasn't anywhere to be found. Rita was there and
bless her heart, offered Lodi for me to go trekking through the trails to
search for her.
Just as I was about to head out, I recieved a call from Julie at Ember Ridge..
Jose, the caretaker at both Ember Ridge and Ocean View, had Isabella at Ocean
View (for those not that familiar with the area, Ocean View is the ranch before
Shamrock). I held it together pretty well up to that point, but just the
relief that she was found made me break down and I had a pretty good cry at
that point (thanks again to Rita for giving me a well needed hug!!)
What a morning.. Isabella was pooped and hungry when I picked her up. I got a
call from Nan this morning saying Isabella was safe and sound in her pasture
today. I think I had about 100 heart attacks and aged about 20 years this past
weekend.. thank God she wasn't hurt and we found her! And Hooray for happy
endings..
p.s. Isabella let herself out by putting her head through the gate then lifting it off its hinges. The hinges have now been replaced by monstrous screws that she can't budge. They usually have the ranch gate closed as well but by happenchance that was left open at the time Isabella decided to leave the premises.
