The stallion gets covered

I love the bits and barter board. I got a very nice fly sheet and two wormers for a pair of smb's I never use (because I never ride enough to want to put the extra effort of hind boots) and a very nice centaur baby pad that doesn't fit my dressage saddle. The deal is coming out about even because my smb's I paid next to nothing for brand new, the baby pad, I never had to buy. Part of the going out of business bonus I gave to myself when my favorite tack store that I worked for went under. I think it was used maybe once to lunge an old pony I miss dearly.
I should call and see where he is now, maybe steal him back but the shipping from Maryland is going to suck. He was the first silver bay I ever saw and the first really recluse ferrel horse I ever worked with. He responded so wonderful to everything I did with him and I just grew so attached I even offered to trade a holsteiner foal for him. Good thing I didn't because that holsteiner foal, even out of my silly gray mare, would have been something so stellar and high quality the woman wouldn't have deserved it. Maybe if I sell the gray mare it will all happen. Cheye boy has never left my mind.
But my stallion gave me the first out of sight out of mind routine in our entire eight months together. I went to go add the back straps to his fly sheet and the ungrateful poop left to go play with his ladies and would not come back to me for five minutes! I could have killed him! Lucky for him Kylie was completely out like a light when I decided to do this because I would have felt like a bad mother if I walked in the door and she was crying. I will take a few photos of him in his spiffy new sheet if he doesn't rip it by tomorrow morning! However, for now a favorite photo of Cheye boy.