Knight's Mount Kadance has FINALLY come home. A lifetime of dreaming and wishing and hoping and a whole bunch of hard work and negotiations, but she is finally here. It has taken my whole life to get a horse. It has taken nearly two years to convince my amazing husband that having a horse is a good thing.
Her trip from Oklahoma to Kansas and then to Missouri was smooth right up to the last 1o miles. That's when the roads changed from pavement to gravel. The weather had been crummy; crummy, slush, snow, freezing, thawing, and more freezing.
The gravel road, which is particularly hilly, was a combination of slippery mud and slippery slush. Where the trees and roadside had prevented the sunlight from melting the snow drifts, the snow maintained a firm frozen grip. By the time Kadance arrived, the sun had set and the last remaining sunlight was rapidly fading. The last turn, the one into the ranch drive, proved to be the end of the road. A snowdrift prevented the truck from pulling all the way into the driveway and the trailer, which contained my wonderful filly, was trapped alongside the gravel road.
Not wanting to risk injury or instilling a reason to be afraid of the trailer, I suggested Kadance be allowed to exit the trailer. PHEW. Luckily, Jen (Kadance's original mom) agreed with me and she encouraged Kadance to leave the trailer to see her new home. Meanwhile, Craig (Jen's husband) struggled to free the truck and trailer from the clutches of the snowdrift.
All ended well. Craig decided to back the truck out of the driveway and return to the gravel road. They had planned to pick up hay the next morning and prepositioning the truck and trailer made sense to everyone.
During the mechanical fiasco, Kadance settled into her new home nicely. Initially, she was hesitant, but with Wanda, Jen and I there to give her soft words of encouragement, Kadance trusted she was safe and moved on in.
My sweet, non-horse-loving husband watched in silence and he bared witness to changes in his world over which he had little control. The life that he had grown accustomed to enjoying faded into the background and a 1/2 ton animal moved into the foreground. Although he has ZERO interest in horses and prefers to see them in the far, far distance, he did make an attempt to reach out and pet her. Unfortunately, she moved before he could touch her and he snatched away his hand as if escaping the steel teeth of a bear trap. I have not yet been able to convince him that horses are herbivores and will not eat him. He remains living in his world of nightmarish, predatory carnivores of equine origin. How sad. On the bright side, I will never had to ask him to please get of the horse and allow me to ride. I have the monopoly on horse-human bonding time.
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