Ruger Arrives

Our new recruit from Florida finally arrived last night. His journey across America was delayed by terrible weather that was affecting the entire continent. He arrived two days late, but he arrived in good health. Naturally, the delays meant that he arrived right in the middle of the Super Bowl game I was trying to watch. The transporter didn't want to come all the way down to Whetstone, so we had to drive up to Benson to meet him at a truck stop along the interstate. The driver told us he would be there at 1845 so we timed our departure to arrive at the same time. Miraculously, we arrived at exactly the same time--right at 1844.

We made the transfer fairly quickly. Ruger wasn't sure about getting into our little stock trailer after having traveled across country in a fancy rig, but he got in without too much trouble. Twenty minutes later, we had him in his stall at the house. Debbie fell in love with him immediately. She tried to make a statement too the effect that she wouldn't fall in love with him but had already admitted defeat by the time she finished the sentence. Ruger is a very cute horse. He is very friendly and has good manners. Not at all like a cavalry horse. But, no doubt, that will change in time.