Today I did not have a good day.
I've been looking forward to a trail ride with my friend all week. We made sure Apollo would fit and load politely into her smaller two horse straight load on Thursday (he's only been hauled in angle hauls and stock trailers). He fit with a bit of room to spare and loaded like a gentleman. I bought a cooler of snacks for us and our ponies. Things have been a little stressful for me lately and I was so excited to go for an adventure with a good friend and my favorite steed.
When the trailer pulled up today at 3pm MY FUCKING HORSE WOULD NOT FUCKING LOAD.
I used every tool in my toolbox. He didn't look afraid or defiant. He looked eerily calm. It's a look that I recognize from 5 years ago...when it took 7 hours to catch him. Draft crosses can be the most calm horses ever, but there is also a stubbornness to them that trumps ponies.
It was unbelievably hot today and after about 30 minutes of trying I was covered in sweat and about to burst into tears. I still tried for another 30 minutes with no improvement. I sent my friend on her way. I put my horse back in his pen. And then I bawled my fucking eyes out.
He has always loaded well, it never even entered my mind as a possible issue. I am so frustrated and embarrassed. I feel like such a loser.
I sort of have a game plan (even though I am tired and very annoyed right now). My friend left her trailer at my barn to practice with this week. I'm also going contact the man who has done all of my barn moves for me (and I move a lot!). His name is Greg and I feel so freaking calm about loading my horses when he is around. I need some Greg juju to make my obnoxious hippo a well-mannered loader again. He has always complimented me on how well my horses load. Well... he's about to get a shock when he opens his e-mail tonight!
Thank you for making it this far into my pity party.