August 25, 2012
Finally after months of waiting my boy was finally coming home! Henny was weaned two weeks before he turned 4 months. He was halter broke, responded to pressure, able to be led, had gone to the vet in the trailer for coggins, and had already gotten a bath. He was doing well on solid feed and hay.
I stressed for weeks getting everything ready to bring him home. I baby-proofed the pasture, bought everything he needed, and saved up hundreds as an emergency fund. The engine in our truck blew out, so we had to borrow a friend's truck who drove down with me both times. Our trailer's out of commission, so we tried renting a trailer. That didn't work out, so we were able to borrow a trailer painting like the Texas flag from a friend of a friend's boyfriend. Phew. We woke up at 6 in the morning and were on the road by 7. The whole time people were staring at the giant Texas flag stock trailer sailing down the road!
We finally got there 4 hours later, where Henny was chowing down in his stall. The breeder helped him load up into the stock trailer, which he wasn't very fond of because of the metal clanging around. He literally FLEW into the trailer and slid into the front. That little dork. I was so nervous and paranoid taking him home. We stopped atleast four times on the way home to check on him. About an hour in, he finally calmed down enough to where he wasn't spinning around the front half of the trailer. I stopped at Tractor Supply to pick up some last minute stuff for all the boys, and the cashiers were just smitten with him. The whole time I was there they were gushing about how gorgeous he was and just staring at him. I felt so proud of my little boy!
Once we finally got him, we were figuring out how to get him to the pasture. We weren't able to pull around back because it had just rained, so we pulled as far up on the drive way as we could. To say I was nervous was an understatement. I stood on his left, my friend stood on his right. We each had a lead rope attached to his loose halter. Slowly we made it to the back, where the other boys were tied up in their stalls. They all called to each other, excited as all get out. I locked him in the foaling stall with a hay net and a water bucket. I didn't want to feed him and upset his tummy. After he relaxed a bit in his stall, I let the other boys out. They went over to sniff him once and decided the pile of hay was more interesting. Henny, however, DEMANDED to be let out. He paced back and forth across the stall, calling to them for company. Poor boy. He had to stay put in the stall for a couple nights before I was willing to let him out over night.
The next day, I took him out and let him get acquainted with the boys. The meeting went decently. The one who gave him the most trouble was Bubba as I had expected. Just a little chasing, but there was really no biting and definitely no kicking. Henny constantly "chomped" at them to show his submission. I swear it is the cutest thing I've ever seen. Henny spent two nights in the stall before I was comfortable enough to let him out overnight. Now he's out 24/7 with Gully and Bubba and they are absolute best friends. For the past month I've been working on leading, tying, standing for farrier, and basically all the ground manners a little man like him needs. He is an absolute joy. He's so well behaved and takes everything in stride.