The first thing I want to tell you is that having Blue's teeth floated made an incredible difference. I had him saddled up before my daughter came to pick up the girls, because I was aching for an evening ride. I was on my horse when Rachel came; she gathered up the girls, and off I went.
The local Tennessee Walking Horse breeder/horse trader has told me for years that horses need their teeth floated. I've been a skeptic. The man is such a know-it-all.
Dang it, he was right. For the three years I've owned Blue, he's had this habit of sorta chewing at the bit, and tugging on it... especially if I stopped for awhile.
Not today. He did do the tugging thing twice, but not hard, the way he's always done before.
I feel bad, knowing that all this time the sharp edges on his teeth were causing him discomfort.
Now onto the next topic, which also concerns my horse.
I fully expect Cliff to outlive me. But after the events of one year ago tomorrow, I realize there are no guarantees.
I've stated before that I wouldn't stay here if something happened to Cliff. I love this farm in so many ways, but I couldn't take care of the place and I don't drive. So I'd move to some town.
On the other hand, what if I go first? Cliff isn't a horse person.
This has, until now, always left me wondering what would become of Blue.
Not any more. There's someone I met over at Blogspot who left a comment here recently telling me that if I ever sell Blue, she wants first chance at buying him. Seriously.
I won't let her buy him. But she can have him free, if circumstances of any kind move me to town; or if circumstances cause me to go to the great beyond ahead of Cliff. Because I've seen how well she cares for her old gelding.
I'm just saying.
I think Blue would love Oklahoma; especially on, or near, a reservation.
(Pssst... to my friend Joanna: She loves cats, too. LOL.)