Baby brontosaurus is going home. I’ll be happy to share details with interested parties offline, but I won’t be blogging about it. There are no hard feelings, but I’m just sad. He would have been a great horse for me I think.
I don’t want to hear that he “wasn’t the right one”, even though I know that comment is well intended. The truth is, he was the right one but when your vet is as blunt as mine was… well you don’t buy the horse.
Before the vetting, I told myself that if he didn’t work out than I would give up on horse shopping altogether. That plan flitted in my mind briefly, but the truth is that the more fancy hunters I sit on… the more I want it. I love Simon and want the best for him, but I am not getting the same joy out of flatting him around that I used to. Unfortunately finances are playing a huge role in all of this. I’ve spent a significant amount of money not buying horses, and will have to make a new plan before I start the search back up.
So this is the end of mystery horse’s little chapter. His name was Jackson, and I’ll miss him.