Poor Isabel

I rode Baasha to the grocery store again yesterday, and he really is a good boy and just stands there staring into the store windows the whole time. Like a good dog! I bought some Haribo so I can show him that the store itself is the source of new tasty things. We stood there sharing gummi fruits for a long time, I think the Germans look down on this because in Germany, horses get cavities from eating sugar. Seriously, people believe this and put up signs on their fields, "Do not feed - horses can get colic and cavities." HUH!? Any horse dentists reading this who'd like to comment on that claim?

I got a picture this time, of Baasha standing in his "parking spot" right after I transferred the goods from the shopping cart to his bag. It's perfect that the grocery store has this patch of grass! Otherwise I wouldn't do it cuz he tends to poop while waiting for me.

When we arrived home, the teenage girl I rode with last week, Isabel, showed up with her family's terrier, and she told me Sahid had died. The Arab/Fjord she'd ridden since she was little. She cried, I hugged her, we both cried. She said he died of a nerve problem, he hurt himself playing in his pasture if I understand correctly.

I just drew her a picture of Sahid on a card, and I'll walk it over to her house with some cookies or muffins. I feel so bad for her! I hugged Baasha and cried a bit after she left. Baasha got that "Oh no, weepy owner" look and stood there rigidly like a bad boyfriend.

I told Isabel that this is a small town, and someone will offer her another horse to ride when she's ready. I told her to let me know when this happens, I'm so confident it will.

The night he died there was a party going on in the neighborhood, and it really had Baasha out of sorts. He was wild eyed and hot when I brought him in for dinner, and he kept rushing to his stall door staring in the direction of that party - over where Sahid lived. I'm sure it was a coincidence, but I remember thinking that party was freaking Baasha out, and I wouldn't be suprised if he colicked for the first time.

Somber weather finally. Good for the multitude of new flowers my man's mom gave me yesterday. So sweet of her!

I took pics of Baasha's green flecks cuz I remember a time when this would have really bothered me - before a schooling show, with baby powder, trying desperately to get him white again. Now I love it - it means he's truly relishing this green grass.







It's not just for eating - it's for rolling in and rubbing your winter coat out in.