I've been looking at horses. It gets easier the more you do it. I find if it's definitely not "the one," I know in an instant. I saw a couple that caught my eye the other day. One was a huge, unbroke, reportedly naughty 8 year old mare. I teared up over that one. She reminded me of Tonka. Then a 2 year old wild stud. More up my alley, except for the part where he still has his testicles. There was a filly who had all the character traits I like - brave, inquisitive, confident - but she wasn't for sale.
I may not get a horse this year. I think I can probably live with that.
Scout is still not right. His tail still doesn't work and it sounds like he did some damage to his left stifle. It clunks a lot. I hope he heals up. For a lot of reasons, but also because I'd like to be able to ride again someday.
Bob. Old Bob. I don't know what to do with him. The plan was to euthanize him before winter because I don't want him getting stuck down on the ground in the snow again. But he seems to be doing so well! I can't quite convince myself that it's time.
Anyway. I think I may have some more time for horses and blogging soon. I hope so.
Oh, and I liked this girl a lot too. 12 year old mustang/QH mare who was once rideable (when she was 3) but was abandoned. She is sweet. She would be a big project. I am tempted, but she also has squishy hocks (bog spavin) and well, she's a 12 year old project...