Selling: It wasn't supposed to hurt my heart.
I had her since she was 4 months old. I fulfilled my promise to the former owner that I would do right by her and take great care which I did. For these past four years and trained her up nicely and worked with her daily. She never wanted for a thing. It was time to let her go. She was on and off the market for a long time. I suppose I was considered just too fussy about where she would end up and if references did not check out, no sale. Actually 2 potential sales fell through and that was fine with me. The right person finally did come along with references that I'd love to have myself, from people that I trust very much.
As I got up early for her going away groom-a-thon I had a melt down. I wasn't supposed to feel so bad about letting her go. Especially to a wonderful new home in Brooksville, Florida. She's going to join a new little herd in a fabulous place with people that will spoil her rotten. They are going to breed her and maybe have the grandkids show her too. I know I will be able to sleep at night as I made a good choice.
Ebbie left here all clipped up real pertty with pink bows in her mane, tail, and forelock sporting a new halter and lead rope. She had luggage. I bought a nice new container with a lid and filled it with her grain. I made a notebook with her picture and name on the cover and filled it with her extended pedigree, pictures of her sire and dam and their extended pedigree, her health records, coggins, health paper, feeding instructions, daily background routine. I put that in a little pink decorator shopping bag along with her stall namesign that I took off her door, some little bottles of her favorite shampoo and conditioner, and some of her favorite treats.
As we headed out the big gates she knew something was going on right away. Prancers have never been outside the big gates so she got very dancey and prancey and nervous as she approached the trailer. We heard the other Prancers still back in the barn calling to her and she'd answer them back and that's pretty much when I had my second melt down blubbering all over her. She didn't want to get in and when she finally did she pawed and screamed her head off. After the trailer went down the road I let the Prancers out and they did laps around the barnyard still hollering and looking for her. I've been sitting on my stool for about a half and hour hugging Merry Beth and Chrissy. Those are my two "little red haired girls" that follow me everywhere. Chrissy still sucks on my knee and Merry Beth liked to load up and lay across my lap. I assured them that they aren't going anywhere because I sensed they were nervous now too. That helped a lot having them to hug on.
As far as the shipper, they kept in wonderful contact with me. I got emails and phone calls from their dispatcher and they arrived in a timely manner. They are "Haul Wright" transport. I have their cell number also which they gave to me just in case I want to give them a call to see how Ebbie is doing en-route. . They encouraged me to call and said it would be no bother if I wanted to check on her.
I'm going to go "dry it up now" as Jerry would say and clean my stalls and see where the heck Timmy went off to. I hope he's not off stealing hubcaps anywhere..............
I had her since she was 4 months old. I fulfilled my promise to the former owner that I would do right by her and take great care which I did. For these past four years and trained her up nicely and worked with her daily. She never wanted for a thing. It was time to let her go. She was on and off the market for a long time. I suppose I was considered just too fussy about where she would end up and if references did not check out, no sale. Actually 2 potential sales fell through and that was fine with me. The right person finally did come along with references that I'd love to have myself, from people that I trust very much.
As I got up early for her going away groom-a-thon I had a melt down. I wasn't supposed to feel so bad about letting her go. Especially to a wonderful new home in Brooksville, Florida. She's going to join a new little herd in a fabulous place with people that will spoil her rotten. They are going to breed her and maybe have the grandkids show her too. I know I will be able to sleep at night as I made a good choice.
Ebbie left here all clipped up real pertty with pink bows in her mane, tail, and forelock sporting a new halter and lead rope. She had luggage. I bought a nice new container with a lid and filled it with her grain. I made a notebook with her picture and name on the cover and filled it with her extended pedigree, pictures of her sire and dam and their extended pedigree, her health records, coggins, health paper, feeding instructions, daily background routine. I put that in a little pink decorator shopping bag along with her stall namesign that I took off her door, some little bottles of her favorite shampoo and conditioner, and some of her favorite treats.
As we headed out the big gates she knew something was going on right away. Prancers have never been outside the big gates so she got very dancey and prancey and nervous as she approached the trailer. We heard the other Prancers still back in the barn calling to her and she'd answer them back and that's pretty much when I had my second melt down blubbering all over her. She didn't want to get in and when she finally did she pawed and screamed her head off. After the trailer went down the road I let the Prancers out and they did laps around the barnyard still hollering and looking for her. I've been sitting on my stool for about a half and hour hugging Merry Beth and Chrissy. Those are my two "little red haired girls" that follow me everywhere. Chrissy still sucks on my knee and Merry Beth liked to load up and lay across my lap. I assured them that they aren't going anywhere because I sensed they were nervous now too. That helped a lot having them to hug on.
As far as the shipper, they kept in wonderful contact with me. I got emails and phone calls from their dispatcher and they arrived in a timely manner. They are "Haul Wright" transport. I have their cell number also which they gave to me just in case I want to give them a call to see how Ebbie is doing en-route. . They encouraged me to call and said it would be no bother if I wanted to check on her.
I'm going to go "dry it up now" as Jerry would say and clean my stalls and see where the heck Timmy went off to. I hope he's not off stealing hubcaps anywhere..............
because that is what makes you a top of the range mini breeder person!!!! If you didnt have that heart you would have sold her to the first person that came along and now she has a wonderful life ahead of her.....she is a very lucky girl to have had you in her life. And I had wondered what everyone meant about "scrunchies"...and now i know!!
