You know, I generally think of Christmas and Thanksgiving as the best time of year. A close second has to be starting about right now.
It is glorious, wonderful, exciting and yet, at the exact same time, tortuous and agonizing.
What is it, you ask, that could possibly be all of those things?
Foaling season, my friends, foaling season.
Every year people all around me are sharing pictures of their cute and furry wobbly bundles of legs. A culmination of a year of waiting and even more planing.
It all brings me such joy! However, it absolutely turns me green. I mean, you might as well call me Irish.
I either want to go back to Lito being born or breed my Cheetah again!
It makes me crazy and jittery to see all these foals popping out. To see the images of them meeting their dams for the first time and getting to their feet for their first nurse. Exploring the world and figuring out miles of legs.
I all but have to sit on my wallet so I do not go out and book a breeding. Yes, it could be that easy! I already have a couple studs lined out if I am blessed enough to be able to breed again.
Does this all make me certifiable? Probably, but hey, I am more than OK with that.
Alas, until I can do what I call ‘the greatest experiment ever’ again, I will just relive the last one. And you have do that with me too. It is the perfect thing to do while waiting for my work conference to start.
Tired of waiting already at 9 months…
11 months…any day now!
The grand arrival!
The rest is history!
Take me back!
Sigh. Time to get back to reality.
Have a great day, dear readers, and walk in love!