|Ah... to be born a Princess|
Then one day, quite unexpectedly, the rules change. The staff said enough... the job is too big and I must take leave of this servitude. Today, of all days, is the day that you, Miss Sugar, become a horse like all other horses. (OK, very expensive and pampered ones... but horses none-the-less.) And that day was the day that her devoted staff turned her care over from rough board to full care opulent board.
So as the snowbirds moved South and the Indoor-less searched for the sublet, I pondered a change. And, when the final sublet poked up out of the vast pile of tasks, I said yes. And off we went... just one mile away from our country barn to the big city barn, from 4 horses and three riders in a beautiful private indoor to 41+ horses, countless riders, a lesson program and great facilities for just two months. A vacation for me.
Letting go of every aspect of her care is extremely hard. Sug and I are both accustomed to precise and personalized care, deep bedding and amenities that only a rough boarder can provide. She is mine and I know what I like and I make sure it happens.
|Outside in February|
And, no one responds... Poor Sug! Oh they make sure she isn't hurting herself or being a loon but so far, they haven't fallen for her "damsel in distress" act. And, when no one is watching (well, where she can see them), she is just like any other horse... out in a paddock soaking up the atmosphere and moving around.
This break is nice... I can focus on this work project, keep up with my riding, walk the dogs and get this... take care of myself like I take care of my horse. Today, my house is clean, the dogs are happy, my tack looks new and Sugar? Well instead of devoting precious time to anal-retentive stall cleaning, barn maintenance, she is immaculate if not just a little bit tired.
I'll retire back to the country in April, but today, I'm loving the city...