{"id":1355,"date":"2016-09-27T15:53:32","date_gmt":"2016-09-27T21:53:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.pumpkinvinefarms.com\/?p=1355"},"modified":"2016-09-27T15:53:32","modified_gmt":"2016-09-27T21:53:32","slug":"mine-at-last","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pumpkinvinefarms.com\/?p=1355","title":{"rendered":"Mine At Last"},"content":{"rendered":"

It was almost a year ago that I was whining to my mother about how much I missed having a horse to train. She had been looking at a nice little reining type quarter horse with a friend, why didn\u2019t I get him she asked. I don\u2019t want a quarter horse I whined.\u00a0 You have Princess Onna, my daughters mare, why don\u2019t you train on her? My mom is so patient and apparently I whine a lot because she just wasn\u2019t what I wanted either she\u2019s old and broke good enough. IF I was going to get a horse I wanted a nice young, unstarted, western bred Morgan. Not that I\u2019m picky or anything.<\/p>\n

It just so happened that right then Forever Morgans <\/a>was trying desperately to save a horse who exactly fit my list. He was in a kill pen in Oregon and shipping the next day. My mom had seen him but wasn’t going to mention it because I was not<\/span> looking for a horse. She did mention it though, I looked at him and joined many others in offering to foster. He was half way across the country and I didn’t have my paper work in by his shipping deadline, there was no way he would end up with me. Somehow he did though, a few months later after quarantine and difficulty finding a hauler who would go through the mountains in the middle of winter.<\/p>\n

It always amazes me how God gives you exactly what you need. I wasn’t looking for a horse when Rusty and I found each other and didn’t know how badly I needed him until he was here. He learned some manners, to take a saddle, then to play fetch and ball, and finally to ride. Now he is mine for real. No more fostering. I decided I couldn’t let him go and we would have to adopt him. Welcome home Rusty.<\/p>\n\n\t\t