So I got a quote with a horse transporter a few months back and finally called up to make my payment last week when they said "Does your horse have the dam and sire on the passport?" Paris is at least fourteen years old, born before passports were compulsory. Even if he had had a passport he ended up at a dealer and was unpapered and anonymous. The riding school that had bought him obtained a passport and that was about eight years ago! The transporters said they would get back to me but I haven't heard from them.
I contacted another transporter on Thursday night and they emailed me back by Friday, over the weekend I asked them about the dam/sire issue and I havn't heard from them yet! Getting really vervous that we are so close to going away and he still isn't booked on a transporter!
I've started to go through my belongings and seperate winter and summer clothing so the winter stuff can be packed and go at the bottom for storage until I need it when I'm in France. Paris' rugs have already been sorted.
My mum and I took Paris to the saddler on Saturday. As we had suspected, the saddler said Paris' saddle was too narrow as he has changed shape so much. He has taken the saddle but said we need to have another fitting once the tree has been adjusted (I have a Keiffer saddle with adjustable infra red tree). Why have I left all this so late!
Hoping to get my car serviced on Saturday - it needs to survive the journey to France, and be able to get back again!
So enough about logistics... Paris has been amazing lately! He offered travelling circles at trot... at liberty! and tonight we played in the field and eventually stood still for a bit of mutual grooming. I love this relationship and am so excited by how it will improve over the next seven months! I had a beautiful moment tonight - Paris had been running around with playful exuberence but got a bit emotional and hid in the trees. I did the catching game but he would only give me one step before I had to reposition. I looked at how sweet and unsure he looked and thought "it's ok, i don't mind if you stay out" turned around and walked off ... and he came straight over and followed me all the way back to the yard. It was like I had finally found a new level of neutral. It is all very well distracting yourself and telling yourself you don't want them to follow (which is mental and emotional pressure) but it is something else to actually find the peace that comes when you really don't mind! I felt like all the rules and pressure to be achieving (I constantly shock my self with how much pressure I place on our relationship) suddenly was gone. I just stood there and Paris rested his nose against my stomach and I stroked his forehead just thinking how much I love him.
It made me think, Pat always said "look at what everyone else does and do the opposite". I realised that I have made a rle that when at liberty Paris had better not rest anywhere other than with me or he'll learn to find comfort else where. But actually, if I take the pressure off I actually become a beacon of safety and he doesn't need me to do any thing to cause him. Instead I can allow him to find me! This is new... I just hope it's not me reading too much into a fluke!
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