Dolly

Part of our dream was to have a place where there would be room to have horses.  Laura and I were looking forward to having horses, and grateful that Pat grew up with horses, bred horses and was anxious to have them once again roaming around his home.  Something else we were looking forward to sharing with family and friends.

We were delighted that Glory farm had potentially plenty of rooms for, as Pat says, “a couple of nags”. (No referral to his wife here.)  We agreed that we’d wait until we were settled in and established before taking on any horses.  Clearly this is where the break down in communication came in.  To me, this meant 5 or 6 months, everyone comfortable in new jobs, kids back to school for the fall, all the sheds torn down, the new bathroom in, the majority of the remodeling underway.  To Pat this meant, a sturdy fence and a big pasture with plenty of grass.

I should have realized that a man who has been checking the available horse ads for over a year was more than just a little ready to have his horses again!  I got a little suckered in by being invited to come and met Dolly.  Sheesh, that is like holding a puppy and then trying to put it back.  She seemed to have a great demeanor and to be a ‘people’ horse, friendly and interested in the people around her.  The clincher for me was seeing that she obviously needed a new home, a bath and a lot more pounds on her.  She would do better at Glory Farm and so the current count is one horse, two dogs and of course the Damn cat.