Friday night my husband and my daughter went to the horse auction. I've never been able to bring myself to go - visions of horses who are no longer wanted/needed trodding around a ring, hoping for someone to buy them.... I couldn't bear it.
But my husband is convinced that he has an 'eye' for good riding horses. Hmmmpf. I know he used to ride horses long ago but don't know that he is all that knowledgeable about them. Anyway, my daughter spotted this snow white horse, skinny, a tattoo on his nose, immediately. And the rest is history. Snowball was delivered that night.
I wish I had had my camera with me as I was waiting for them. The trailer pulled into the church parking lot across the road from our place. They were leading Snowball down the road with his beautiful mane and tail blowing in the wind. It was magical!
The first night we put him in the shed/barn with very limited room to roam. It was apparent that he hated it. That afternoon, my husband put him in the pasture with Dolly the llama. And Snowball loved it. He is so gentle to ride, to brush, to pet. I wish I knew his whole history. The people who brought him sell auction horses as a living. They said they took him from someone who had owned him for 10 years. I think that person must have loved Snowball because he is so sweet and gentle.
Dolly the llama is happy for the company, I think. They seem to be fine together - they let each other eat and drink. The dogs, after the first few sniffs, seem to be perfectly content to share their home with this huge creature.
My job now is to read about horse nutrition and figure out how to plump him up a bit healthily. There is just something about a horse.