I just googled "the origin of nightmare" because I was thinking of all the peaceful nights of sleep that have been interrupted in the past due to Rose escaping the pasture in the middle of the night, and the panic this always caused, it just had to have something to do with a horse, right (mare = female horse)? Nope. The origin is quite creepy though, so I suggest you google it.....
This time of the year is the most difficult for Rose. She gets so used to being fed hay in the winter, that she expects it even when the grass has started to grow in the spring....She is my "wild" Rose and she has never been "broken" for riding, but she is now able to be handled. She was super spoiled when she came here, never had ever been asked to do anything, and luckily I had a wonderful couple of people help me with learning the ropes with this one.....
She was a little on the thin side when I brought her here, back in the summer of 2015, because when I took over her care in January 2015, I had zero knowledge on how to care for a horse, and it showed a little.... over the months, I learned. I also think she got a little spoiled by the lush grass in those new, never-grazed pastures, and soon she became a little fatty that happened to be verrrrrrrry food motivated. This was great for catching her. When the days started to get shorter and the nights colder, she would neigh and rumble to let me know when the grass was running short and I needed to get hay. Then as the days would get longer, and the temps would start rising, it would be back to grass only diet again.... The vet and her farrier suggested I close her up into a smaller area at night so she couldn't graze all night. Her response to this is to graze along the fenceline, and then just walk right through it.... and it is mostly at night, although a few weeks ago it was during the day. So I refer to her as my night mare. I cannot tell you how many times I would forget to leave the fence hot, and in the dead of night after Christian would let Eddie out for a nighttime pee break, he'd come in to inform me that Rose was out again.... wranglin' a high horse in the middle of the night while half asleep makes for a difficult time getting back to sleep....and let me just tell ya, I am an awful bitch when my sleep is interrupted.
These days I never forget to turn the fence on. My nights are so peaceful now.... no more night mare. :)
I am sipping my coffee while wearing a fancy deep-cleaning facial mask, and getting ready for another day packed with all the things I love. Brunch with a friend, then some gardening, visit with Henna at the animal control shelter, then back home for a bit of fence repairs (thanks Rose), and maybe some hammock time.... Happy Sunday!
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