It snowed and blowed more since I took this picture. This evening I fed the horses (the sleigh is so nice) but Trouper didn’t come up with the others. It was getting close to dark and I though I could see him, although with his grey fur he’s hard to see in the snow. I called and called but nothing; he didn’t come
He hasn’t looked very perky lately and I couldn’t stand the thought that he was out there by himself, maybe hurt or sick. I thought: if I get a little closer I can see if it’s him, see if he’s alright, or he’ll hear me better and come.
I tried walking out to him. It’s an easy distance in the summer, not so easy in knee-deep snow half crusted when you break through every step. I thought how hard could it be? I’ll follow the horses trail.
I had talked to my cowboy on the phone and he knew that I had headed out to do chores and he was on his way home.
Not good. I got to Trouper who thought I was a boogie man in the low light. He high-tailed it for the yard and the other horses, so no help from him. My cowboy got stuck in the driveway and didn’t know I was out there struggling hard to make it back. To make a long story short, it almost didn’t turn out well for me.
I won’t do that again.