Sunday, October 26, 2008
She Wants to Buy Him
I've been looking into this kind eye for 8 years. Yesterday I did it for possibly the last time. Montana's 2-week trial is nearing its end and the lady who tried him out loves him to bits. I brought him a peanut-butter apple (slice a small apple in half, put PB in the cut surface and stick it back together). I was expecting a wrenching experience. Here's what made it easier:
1. He looked completely happy and somehow younger. He has just joined the new pasture mates he's been hobnobbing with over the fence for a week and a half. They were all sailing around his new pasture (which has a good surface and autumn grass) at high speed and his tail was up like a banner.
2. He comes when she calls him. For 8 years I tried to get this horse to come to me in the pasture with zero luck. Rattling a treat bag, smooching, calling, waiting, walking sideways, I tried every trick I could think of. Yesterday she went to the rail and yelled "Montana!" and he came sailing in at a big lofty trot.
3. He looked me in the eye as I fed him his apple, and he was at peace. The eyes were what I fell in love with long ago as a green rider; soft and friendly and open-hearted. I felt like the message I got was, "Yeah, this is a good deal. I like this place. You can go now."
4. The prospective new owner (he still has to vet out)walked me to my car afterwards and we had a far-ranging political conversation in which we discovered total, complete, 100% agreement on everything including the current presidential campaign and the future of the world. I know we live in a democracy in which let a thousand opinions flourish, but it's comforting to find a kindred soul.