I was planning to post yesterday but I left my cell phone at home (omg, how did we live prior to cell phones? I couldn’t get anything done) and didn’t have any media to go with my wall of text.
First off, I noticed that when I haven’t had sleep in 5 days and I’m stressed about my horses, I kind of write like an asshole. Sorry about that. Probably should have waited to post about potential baby names once everyone was recovered so that my sleep deprived name wouldn’t think listing all the types of names I don’t like was a good idea. The good news is that Valeria is fully recovered. The first three days it really could have gone either way so I am extremely grateful she is alive. I don’t know if there is interest in the full recollection but if anyone is I’ll write a post about it. Otherwise, I’ll leave it alone.
I’ve got the names for the
terrorist baby horse narrowed down to:
Alegría, Aurora, or Catalina
My only resistance to Alegría is that people probably won’t pronounce it correctly. I can just see her being called an allergy medication her whole life instead of ah-leh-gree-ah. Maybe it would be good pay back for all the trouble she’s getting into. >:) I am trying to consider what she will mature into, versus the adorableness she is now when picking the final name.
The last thing I’ll see before I die.
We’re working on not gumming people to death, not kicking at people, and not trying to jump up on people when they are bent over. I don’t recall any of my other babies being such handfuls. Haha. Now that she’s a week old we’re going to crack down on halter training and fly mask training.
She’s absolutely huge. I think perhaps she’s part moose. I know I said it before, but babies are supposed to be cute and tiny, and she’s…not. She’s got the cute part down but not the tiny part. Her legs are as long as Valeria’s and I’m pretty sure she weighs somewhere close to 135lbs now.
You guys. I’m totally smitten by this little horse. I could go on and on about her but I’ll keep my gushing down to a minimum because normally I don’t gush about my horses. I love them but our love is subtle and quite. I’ve never called them my best friend, or my heart horse. They aren’t terms I’ve ever used so this head-over-heels feeling is really, really new to me! I don’t even have grossly cute nicknames for my horses but I call this filly ‘snoogie-boogie’. What is happening to me?