The Times They Are A Changin'

Ugh. This weekend went better and worse than expected. Poor Starla. She's not a bad horse, but she doesn't have much experience with trailers. As a result, when we got her in one she saw my dad with the lead rope, bolted out backwards, fell over out of the trailer (didn't hurt herself, thank god), and gave my dad an impressive set of rope burns. I felt pretty awful about the whole experience, and both dad and Starla are pretty shaken up. But at least I own a trailer now, and can start training her the right way with the trailer.

I moved into the Seattle house, and it's going to be great. I just feel so weird to be in Seattle, when for the last year I was certain I'd be living on the East coast. It's odd, but I kinda feel like I failed by not going out of the PNW. Of course, it's hard to turn down such a great deal from such an exceptional school.

Tonight I came home from Seattle to spend time with my dog. She seems to be taking a turn for the worse, and I want to spend some time with her. I picked her out when I was ten years old, she's my baby.

The last few days have been tiring, just getting Starla settled, and dealing with moving to the new house. The news about my dog has just added to it.
This weekend should be great though, and a much-needed break. My friend Angela (and new housemate) and I are going on a girl date to the Melting Pot in Seattle. We're going to get dressed up and go out for drinks too :). Sunday, my folks and I are going to see Ray Lamontagne, which should be all kinds of awesome. So hopefully this weekend will make up for the trauma of this week.

If anyone is reading this, please send good thoughts to my poor little girl. She's an old doggie, but I'm not ready to say goodbye just yet.

My horse prior to being traumatized by the trailer.

My awesome doggie.