One of the many things I wanted to do was visit that museum. That was on the bucket list. Something I never thought about, museums do close.
Roy & Dale were such a big part of my growing up life. Consequently, I always wanted to be a cowgirl and have a horse.
Later, I fulfilled my *dream* when a neighbor was going off to college and her parents encouraged her to try to sell it. I had a huge, fenced pasture behind my house and couldn’t think of a better location opportunity; horse owner agreed to let me *baby-sit* the horse, to see if things worked out.
This ideal in my mind’s eye was riding off into the sunset. Meh. I’d rush home from work every afternoon, breaking speed limits, to make it B4 sunset. Brush down the horse and go off to enjoy a ride.
In the meantime, I was getting serious about buying him; so I called our vet to stop by to *look under the hood*. He knew the horse. He said: *How old did she tell you the horse was?* I said *7 or 8*. He said, [opening the horses’ mouth & showing me the teeth], *He’s 18-19*. I gasped! Then he pointed out that the horse had severe Navicular disease. which would mean I wouldn’t be able to ride him after a while, only would be a pet.
Vet recommended special shoes with lifts; farrier came out and built the special shoes; horse went into a swampy part of the pasture and 3 of the 4 feel off! LOL. Replaced them...*now* it was getting expensive.
After the vet analysis, I called the neighbor & relayed the info I got from the vet; within minutes, they were in my driveway to trailer the horse away.
I barely escaped from a tragedy with that one. Phew! *All that glitters...*