Small World

I'll admit that yesterday I was "in a mood" and couldn't seem to shake it. I wasn't sure if it was from the upcoming horse auction, stress of work, stress of family issues, being unorganized, or what. I also had a saddle club meeting I was not prepared for one bit. I like to be prepared for meetings but with this one, I'm only prepared about every fourth meeting.

I scurried around to get all the chores done before the meeting. I hustled the few miles into town and started looking through my notes as I was the first one there. The saddle club meeting is a great escape, so many people to talk horses with. We had a few new members, which always peeks my interest. It's fun to learn about everyone, their horses, and horse hobbies.

After we wrapped up the meeting, some of us sat around gabbing about horses not paying any attention to the time. It was down to just myself, Mike, and a new couple that sounded like that hada vast knowledge of horses (those are the ones I lean towards to gain more knowledge.)

As is normally the case, we all tried to figure out where we all lived (since we're all practically neighbors). I don't remember the specifics or how the conversation progressed, but at one point we were asked if we were interested in a Percheron. Without even hesitating I said HECKYEA! It sounds like a neighbor not too far from us had a team of percherons but one of them died and the owner wasn't sure what to do with the other horse. I'm still foggy on the specifics but it sounds like we'll be bringing in a Percheron gelding!

While we were talking the couple mentioned a lady south of Humboldt who takes in old horses. They had thought of trying to contact that lady to see if she would be interested in this percheron. At first, I was trying to figure out who around us had older horses because I'd love to talk with them since that's exactly what I am trying to do. I was also trying to figure out where this lady lived; if she was so near us, than why didn't I know about her already.

Trusty Mike piped up and said "ya, I think we're pretty close to her." I am not sure if he said that with a straight face or not, but I caught his hint. They were talking about ME! That's right, I'm the lady who takes in old horses. BAHAHAHAHHAHAA

And in my mind I heard "The crazy lady who takes in old horses."

Come to find out we were talking to Babe's owner's dad. So then of course we had to sit around talking about Babe for just a little bit. Such a small world. I was truley and completely floored and downright honored. I figured most people would consider me the crazy lady with a bunch of horses. But it's nice to know that what we're doing at Borderlands is making a difference. We might not be able to take in many, but we are making a difference for those older horses that deserve a retirement home.

I've decided that if I make up business cards, I'll have it as:

Shanna Border
The crazu lady who takes in old horses.

I absolutely love it.