When I thought I would be bringing Bumperino home last week, it is safe to say I was in full blow panic mode.
My hamster brain trying to get ready
It crept up on me so fast and I didn’t know where I would go as my last agistment place is in the midst of re-fencing and my paddock is currently non-existant.
Everywhere else was either inconveniently located, too expensive for the muddy yard they call a paddock with lacklustre facilities or full.
I managed to come up with an interim solution of keeping him at work with the student horses, but it wasn’t something I wanted to do long term.
The facilities are great, but it’s meant to be for students so womp womp
Even with all of this, the thought of returning to the facility I was at before was… unappealing.
I don’t know, call it PTSD, but the whole time Bumper was there he was just not feeling it, and dear God did he let me know.
This was low key his brain like all the time
I have tried to chalk it up to the whole physical discomfort issue but… I don’t know, I can’t help feeling like there was more to it.
So, despite the crushing devestation of realising I had another fortnight until I could pick him up, it has also meant I could reach out to some friends who live here locally to see if anyone could help me out with a place to keep him.
And by golly, I think we have lift off.
Riding into the future like “make wayyyyy”
Keep everything crossed for me!