O/K 37 is getting close to 40 and if you run to form of most of the ladies I have known in my life it will take another 5 years to make 40
but as one of the senior citizens on this thread, welcome.
Thanks for the welcome, but I am rather spirited... Suggest I am senior again..... I dare you.
The photo is on its side and you say here is my idiot
but love the photo
Totally, we are both idiots.
So I moved barns this summer, it was the usual barn move stress you read about here. BO was my trainer, so I was ditching her as a BO and a trainer. I wanted to move in like a ninja and move my horse out without any drama, as my horse was at her house this was unlikely.
So driving there, my stress level is through the roof! I paid her the full months notice and texted to say my horse had moved.
Brad (none horsey husband) is his usual self, plod along calm old school horse, he couldn't move fast in a fire. I am losing my mind, running all over. Lucas (horse) loaded like a pro, I am tying him up in the trailer. Brad needs him to move over for the divider, pushes his ass, little response. That's ok, Brad's none horsey, I hustle over in my stressed mind and just shove my horse.
I don't shove in a good way, so Lucas does what he was asked and moves forward, out the quarter sized human escape door. Lucas's head and shoulders are out of the escape hatch, flark!!!!!
Thankfully I asked 'my idiot' to back up, and he did, and came right out of the escape door.
It has been pretty clear to me that from that point on, we are both idiots.