So when I posted last week about looking for a new friend for Mr. P, I admit I did have something already in the works. The Saturday before, my husband and I had driven to a local rescue to see what horses they had available for long-term foster. I liked two of the horses, but one in particular was companion only which meant he probably had less chance of finding a home.
So we put a halter on him (he was quite nervous and shy about it going on) and I led him away from the group a bit. I picked up one of his feet to see if he was willing (yes but a bit slow to comply). He had a lot of interest in us but was a little unsure. He was sure he wanted the cookies I brought though. I asked the person helping us his name, which she didn’t know. After a text of his picture to someone else, we found out his name was Vinny. We left an application I had completed earlier at home along with the small application fee and headed off in search of a local brewery and then dinner.
Wednesday, within hours of my blog post, I got a message that we had been approved to take Vinny home. Despite a few moments of what am I doing, I met this horse for all of five minutes, I was able to successfully make plans to not only pick up Vinny this past Sunday but to get Cabby back to the boarding barn as well.
So Sunday morning I got up as usual to feed and turnout, but instead of going back to bed I got the stalls cleaned, ate some breakfast, and got in the car for my husband to drop me off at the barn of the guy who was going to haul the horses for me (incidentally the same guy who trailered Stampede to MSU for me). Less than an hour later we arrived at the rescue. We were slowly going down the driveway and I see a woman trying to catch Vinny which made me a bit more nervous. Plus I got to watch for a while as there were ducks waddling slowly in front of the trailer, lol.
Once we finally parked I headed into the pasture and with some treats, soft words, and slow movements got Vinny’s halter on. Next up – trailer loading. Vinny nicely walked up to the trailer, but then stopped and thought about it for a bit. He wasn’t trying to leave but he wasn’t wanting to move forward either. He sniffed the trailer a bit, did a couple snorts, looked around. I tried using some cookies, but I was starting to wonder if this was going to be difficult. Of course right then some older gentleman walks up and says to try these other treats. I kid you not I fed Vinny one and then he was like yep those are tasty and hopped on the trailer with me. I had been using Mrs. Pastures and these were Purina Nicker Makers. I have no idea what value he saw but clearly he did! He stood calmly to get hooked up and closed in and off we went.
We arrived to a fairly calm horse who after looking around stepped off the trailer nicely. He was a bit unsure about going in the barn and the stall, but a couple clucks from my husband standing behind him and he complied. After getting Cabby loaded and off, we went back out and let the horses out together. Honestly it was pretty hilarious. Vinny just wanted to wander and investigate and P just really wanted to introduce himself. So P was following Vinny all over. They did the occasional trot or canter but in a chill senior horse manner, lol. Within minutes they were just standing together (picture below). After that the old men got a drink and got down to eating hay. Just how I like it!
The first night Vinny was unsure about the stall but was fine with me picking his feet and doing some grooming. Within an hour of lights out he had settled into his hay. In the morning he was bright-eyed and watching me as I came in the door. After a couple treats his halter was on (and it was even easier this morning) and he headed off for another day of eating and hanging out with P.
When I picked Vinny up I did learn a little bit more about him so here’s a full summary of what I know. He ended up at the rescue at least 5 to 6 years ago as part of a large seizure. He’s got some Arab in him, and he’s just a little guy. Maybe large pony sized? I haven’t measured him. The rescue estimated him at between 25 and 30 years old. He is fearful at times but quite curious and food is the way to his heart. He knows his name. He already nickers at me which is just the sweetest. His belly and legs are covered in mud dreads (anyone have any suggestions for getting rid of them when it’s too cold for a bath?), his feet are long, and I’m looking forward to watching him transform as he gets used to his new home.
I just have to thank my husband for being so understanding and willing to let me take on Vinny as a friend for Mr. P. I’m not sure he knew quite how much help he would be providing as I work to slowly introduce Vinny to the Morstone Acres life, but he has done it willingly. Gary didn’t blink at the extra cost in vet and farrier bills that we didn’t have while Cabby was a resident and only wanted P to be safe and happy again. I’m also so thankful that Cabby’s owner was understanding of the situation and just wanted what was best for everyone.
So welcome Vinny! I look forward to making up for whatever bad things the past has held for you and thank you in advance for being a good friend to my best boy Mr. P.