relaxing tonight. staying home.

you know, its’ really hard for me to give up a night at the barn. I often call Mere (sometimes more than once) if I am not coming to the barn to check on Cook’s daily activities. It’s also not un-common for Mere to leave me messages with progress reports.

C: What’s Cook doing?

M: um, Cook is in her stall, sleeping.

2 hours later.

C: What’s Cook doing?

M: eating. dunking her grain in her water bucket.

It’s so weird. I worry alot about Cook when I don’t see her everyday. The reason I think it borders on weird is because it’s like I irrationally believe that she’s fragile and can’t care for herself. Like she’s a kid playing on the playground. She needs supervision. My friend Kathy is moving her horse behind her house, which is an awesome thing… and my dream. But honestly, it’s prolly in Cook’s best interest not to be behind my house because quite frankly, I don’t think I would ever leave her alone.
Sometimes I get so worked up, I will just drive out there cause it calms me for the night to see her. I will admit there has been times on the weekends where I have even seen her that morning and I still want to see her that night. Mere takes excellent, excellent care of her and I KNOW she’s taking care of, but I just always like seeing her. I want her very very badly to be back under saddle. I really miss her. I have had a great time being on other horses and for that, I am grateful. My riding has improved ten-fold. But it really does choke me up to think about not being back on Cook.
Wow, I just realized I have written a terribly long blog about my obsession with Cook. Like none of you people can tell this already. This whole fricking site is dedicated to her! Sorry to those who fell asleep during this post.