Not going quite as planned

My purpose for this blog was to tell Shaun's story. You know, the one that brought him here. I'm realizing that it's going to be more of a telling of what happened then, with moments of what's happening now. The story didn't end when Shaun arrived in Kansas. It had only begun.

June 5th Paul picked up Shuan in Washington, and left with a trailer full of horses, five sheep and one border collie. He had quite the menagerie, but Paul does not limit his shipping to horses. If something needs shipping, Paul has the savvy to move just about anything. It wasn't easy finding places to overnight the animals. A lot of the mare motels and fair grounds had closed their doors due to the virus. Somehow, just when he thought there was no room at the inn, he would fine the perfect place to stay. It's like this whole thing has been blessed, right from the very beginning.

After three long days of driving, Paul called to see if I could meet him in Marysville, Kansas. It would cut 2 hours driving time off his trip, and he also offered to take a little of the cost of shipping. My daughter and I left the morning of the 9th, I believe. It was hot, humid, and I had no idea where we would be able to tranfer an ottb from Paul's trailer to mine. Marysville is a pretty busy place.

We arrived early, fine dined on Taco Bell and began looking for a proper spot to meet Paul. I happened down a road off the main road, and there was an open gate, a big enough bit of turf to park two large trailers, and turn around. It was right next to a fenced ball field, so if Shuan did have issues, he wouldn't be going too far. It was perfect. We stopped at the local gas station and filled up a bucket of water, and headed over to wait in the shade of the trees by the ball field.

Paul arrived about 15 minutes later, off loaded Shaun, and we got our first look at a very big throughbred. What had I done? After hugs to Paul and a tentitive hello to Shuan, I grabbed the bucket full of water and he drank almost the whole thing. It took a few tries, but Shaun finally loaded up and we were on our way back home.

p.s. Shaun's temperature was 98.7 this morning. Still has a snotty nose, but seems to be feeling ok. The normal temp for a horse goes anywhere from 97 to 100.