The other horses living with my new horse had been fat and sleek as seals. Yet my horse was a bag of bones with bloody bites on his side. "The Stallion attacked him".
Obviously my new horse hadn't been given the attention that the other horses had and I can only figure out that being the x-boyfriends, he must have fallen out of favor. How could someone hold a grudge against a horse?!!! I cried for what this once beautiful horse had endured. Then I dried my eyes, wrote yesterday's Post (and felt much better).
This morning was a new day. I opened the barn door, a bit worried over what I might find. I was happy to see the new guy pacing in the stall and ready for breakfast. I fed, brushed him and went to check on Bob.
I returned to the house to let the "boys" eat. The first order of business was to call my shoer to have him come out and address the new guy's feet. Then it was to name this new horse. I refuse to use his former name. His new life started last night and with it comes a new name.
I will need the blessing of my family but I'm thinking of naming him Prince. Why Prince? Because he comes across as Noble and went overnight from a Pauper to a Prince.
Meet (the still to be confirmed by my family) Prince:
As I write this both horses graze across a fence in separate pastures. I will put them together in a few hours but still separate them at feeding time so that Prince can get the grain and supplements he will need for his road back to full recovery.