The Clinician asked me, "Has he been driven with other horses before?"
I replied, "Yes, riding horses."
The Clinician smiled and said, "But not driven horses?"
|Spud loves his new friend.|
It was a great test considering, as I didn't even think to expose Spud to other driving horses because... well... he is a driving horse himself. Who knew a mini pulling a cart would be afraid/spooky of other minis pulling carts?
It's laughable now, really.
|"Mom, there is a rather large thing behind us!"|
|Spud had to stop and look because Cotton was SO much bigger than poor Jerry.|
At one point, we were passing left shoulder to left shoulder (with Cotton and his driver on the outside rail and Spud and I on the inside) and Spud went super sticky on me and faced the rail, resisting to turn right. I clucked him up and he resisted harder and threw in a rear - to protest I'm sure. So Clinician put us on a leadrope to get that little tantrum out of the way and once he was going freely, we ended the lesson. Both the Clinician and I felt that Spud was just done with it all and we should respect him - he is still very much a baby and he had three days of very hard, and trying tasks.
|No media of the actual rear, much to Jamie's dismay.|
The first portion of the 3 hour drive home was uneventful, save for one point when the BF and I decided to stop off at a Farmers Market in one of the "blink and you'll miss it" towns. We had a hotdog and some ice cream before continuing on our way. It was nice that both horses stood quiet and waited for us to continue.
About 76km from home I was driving along when all of a sudden I heard a very loud bang. I jerked the wheel slightly, as it had startled me, and immediately looked in my driver's side mirror to see chunks of black rubber rolling down the highway. I recognized this black rubber to be parts of a tire. Starting to slow down, I began to question myself, "Was that me?"
|Wasn't nearly this dramatic, nor did the tire come off the trailer.|
The next 2km were the longest of my life.
After pulling into the wrong side-road and having to use someone's driveway to turn around, I pulled up and parked the trailer alongside Jamie's truck/trailer where he was waiting. Although we were nowhere close to home (50min away), we were only 18 minutes away from the next town. (As a sidenote, the town we were close to is where I do a majority of my showing and for some reference, is where Tally's (the black Warmblood mare) owner lives.) Jamie dug into the horse trailer for the spare and unfortunately, the spare was also flat with a fresh nail sticking out of it.
|I told him to smile for the photo - trust me, this was a forced smile.|
With no spare and a flat, chewed up tire, we were going nowhere with the horses. I made a few calls and no one was really able to come help us - which is unfortunate. Panicking, I made a call to one of my 4-H leaders who was back in Kitimat (50min away) and explained the situation. Without hesitation she said her husband would be on his way with a spare from their trailer and would meet us soon and to sit tight.
Knowing it'd be a while before her husband showed up, we unloaded the horses and I groomed them meticulously while Jamie pulled off the flat. We waited... and found out Suzie and Spud like pizza pretzels...and then we waited... and waited some more. The horses looked at us like, "So.... what the hell is happening?" They were great about standing around and being loved on, though. And once my old 4-H leader's hubby showed up, we swapped the tire over and were able to continue on our merry way. I am glad that it happened when it did and that we were not stranded out further, because that could have been all kinds of disastrous. The three hour drive in itself took us almost six hours (and that's just unloading the horses at the barn).
|Spud wanted Jamie to share.|
Sidenote: LOOK AT THAT NECK.
Sidenote: both horses settled back home fine and neither are worse for wear. Suzie's swelling has completely diminished (I trail rode her yesterday) and both have a pedicure appointment tonight after work.