Goosiversary Year Nine
Nearly a decade of Goose. Who would have thought my six month resale project would have lasted this long?
Nine years is a long time. I bought him when I was 20, he was eight, and we were both flailing around in life hoping we'd figure it out eventually. Now, at 29 and 17, I'd say we're doing okay.
He has become the most reliable trail horse, having gone from a spooking maniac to an on-the-buckle leader or follower. He'll cross water, bridges, and pony horses who need a helping hand. Thank goodness for his big butt for our friends' baby horses to bounce off of when needed!
We had photos taken in the fall, and while I pretty much hate all of them I figured I'll share some anyway. His head can look like such a moose sometimes, but at the right angle he really can be gorgeous.
He is the most perfect boy around my dogs, letting Franny run as close to him as she wants (please, Fran, don't make this a habit) and actively looks around for the dogs when we're riding alone in the field. I think he probably feels they're part of his herd, because if they get too far behind or ahead he automatically waits or speeds up to keep up with them.
Not one of my animals look pleased in this photo, but I love it anyway. They are my whole heart, and maybe this year I'll get some new ones with Penny, too.
Happy nine years to the best worst decision I've ever made. He might drive me nuts, but I love this horse more than just about anything else in this world, and I can't imagine how I would have built this life without him. Here's to many more, Goober - Happy Goosiversary.