Mostly it involves getting Shiska ready for the auction--when I came home from class this morning I called the auction and got all the necessary info, called the vet and made an appointment for Shiska to get her Coggin's test (a blood test to make sure she doesn't have Coggin's disease), made ANOTHER appointment for Shiska to get trimmed up and prettified before the sale, and texted Mike with the necessary time/date info.
And then I had to take Shiska to the vet to get blood drawn for Coggin's. *falls over again* That in itself was kind of epic because Shiska has only gone on a 'ride' in the trailer once before, and that was with Colletta. AND she was giving me issues with loading. -_- She's definately smart--she figured out that if I couldn't MAKE her go into the trailer, then she really didn't wanna go in. But I thought about it for a bit, and led her as closely as she would go to the trailer (right before she'd have to take a step), and then tied her to one of the hitch-rings inside said trailer. It was just tight enough so that the rope would be tight if she stepped back, but if she stepped into the trailer there would be no pressure on her head.
I tied her with a 'quick-release', which is a knot where you can pull on the free end and it'll come undone but the end clipped on the halter isn't going ANYWHERE. So Shiska started to step back, hit the end of the rope, and fought it with all her strength for about five seconds. Then she jumped forward, put both front feet in the trailer, and looked over her shoulder at me (I was standing safely off to the side) with an expression that said 'What the heck just happened?'
After that she stopped fighting me, and I was able to lead her in with a minimum of fuss and drive down to the vet's office. That was interesting...she kicked and plunged and threw a hissy fit practically the whole time. Fortunately the vet's office is only about six or seven blocks away, but it's on the busiest intersection in town. There was a wait of about half an hour at the vet's (he had come in late), during which time Shiska calmed down a bit and when it came to actually drawing blood she didn't even notice the needle (too busy staring at the trucks driving past in the intersection).
Then it was back home, unload the horse, back the trailer up to its parking spot, unhitch said trailer, and park the truck. Oh yes, and worm the horses (after the trailer adventure it was a piece of cake), and bring the English saddle in to clean, and have a bit of sushi when I came in, and--
...my mind has been racing like this since yesterday. I was lying awake last night at 11:15 thinking about everything that needs to be done in the next two and a half weeks. For a minor list:
~load Shiska every day and take her for a ride in the trailer
~work on saddling and lunging with the same
~see about getting Mike over here so I can give him some pointers about holding the horse for the auction
~get Shiska's hair trimmed on next Tuesday (which involves another trailer ride and she has never been trimmed before. 'Interesting' does not even BEGIN to describe what this will be like.)
~get the horses' feet trimmed
And that's on top of houses, school, and work (I'm going in to the gym tonight to help Mom with baseball sign-up *twitches*). It's amazing what a motivator an auction and the fear of being unprepared for it can be. XD
Your frazzled hostess,