Watusi

Everybody now! Let's do the Watusi!

Just kidding! This is the Watusi I got to hang out with.
Keegan gets to live with him now.

His name is Boaz and he's an African Watusi!

Goodbye Keegan!

The second weekend of November, I dropped Keegan off at his new home.

Normally, this would have been a sad day for me.

But, the young man that will be riding him was so EXCITED to have him.

I am so happy that he has gone to live with a knowledgeable family in a beautiful environment!

Still in Lodi, a few days before we left.

With his new horse family, in the rolling hills of Redding on a 140 acre ranch.

His new friend Noah. I have a feeling these cute boys will be causing a lot of trouble!

I'm a tad bit sappy!

I'm sappy (that's sad and happy put together) to say that a home has been found for my stinkin' hilarious horse! My friend talked to her Grandpa, in turn he spoke to somebody he knew, and it turns out he's a horse down and wants Keegan! So, I need to call his nephew (I'm wondering his age, if he's cute, and possibly single...) to make the arrangements to get Keegan to his uncle's property. Thank you to Amber and Kheri for talking to people about him. I appreciate both of you for helping me!

What a Rascal!!

My cat has decided that he will use the unattached screen on the screen door as his kitty door. Last night, this little rascal, decided to let himself out. I didn't expect him to come home until this morning...which is what he did. At 0730 he decided to sit his little butt on the back porch SCREAMING to be let in. My dad let him in, he proceeded down the hall, and sat by my bedroom door SCREAMING to come in and go to sleep. What an asshole! I threw my covers back and did what any woman would do. I promptly picked him up, carried him into the kitchen, and gave him a bath. A very not-so-nice bath. I hope he learned his lesson.

I'm a very sad girl!

Well, I've been told to find a home for my horse that I actually need to ride him. Ummm, what part of depression do people not understand?! I'm motivated to do some things but completely unmotivated to do others.

To keep this short...

I called a "horse trader" today. He wanted to know when he could meet me at the ranch. Er, I'm working all week and gone for the weekend. He says "I can come pick him up without you being there." WAIT JUST A MINUTE BUSTER! This was out of the blue! I wanted him to ask me questions, I want him to tell me he'll find him a GREAT home, I want the reassurance that Keegan will not become meat or glue. Luckily, I came to my senses and said "I need to check my calendar and get back to you." And what I meant by that was, I'm grilling Simon (the guy who gave me the dude's number) to see where exactly these horses go.

Yeah, I need to find a home for him. Yeah, I can't really afford him. Yeah, I don't ride him. BUT, Keegan deserves a great home!

So, if you know anybody in California who's looking for a Thoroughbred...send them my way. He's "free to a good home!"