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Mar. 19th, 2021 09:16 pmI think a bit ago I'd mentioned that Alex's riding trainer had accepted a position with a barn down in Parker, which is way farther away. That's still happening, but they did say they may have a position doing afternoon horse care a couple days a week, which would be something Alex could do, and would offset some of the increased cost of the commute down there. (And while it would still be physical - bringing horses in or out, feeding, blanketing - it would be less physical than the mucking he was doing at a previous barn.)
Today we went down there so that Alex could see the barn, and meet the owner, and learn what the job would entail. It is WAY the fuck down there. But it is a super nice facility (even if I have been calling it "snooty acres" because it's Parker, and it is a very snooty horse area.) In fairness, everyone was really nice. They have a lot of *really* nice horses and highly competitive riders, but everybody was friendly.
Unfortunately we missed our entrance to the highway on the way back, and took an accidental scenic route back that took forever. And since it was Friday afternoon the traffic was bad and everyone was being stupid on the road. So that was frustrating, but I think that a more direct route back would remove some of that frustration.
Next week he'll go down and do a trial day, shadowing one of their current people to get the routine down.
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A friend of a friend of my mom's had a pet toad that she wanted to rehome, and so my mom asked if we would like it. Technically we aren't allowed pets (Cy is Alex's service dog), but... it's a toad, it's pretty self-contained. So of course I said yes.
The toad handoff was supposed to happen back on Tuesday, but the snow delayed things. My mom's friend brought him down today, and we went over to pick him up.
I had a fire-bellied toad when I was a kid. (I had MANY pet frogs and toads throughout my childhood.) The woman who had this one said that he sings sometimes, so he must be a male. And she said she's had him for fourteen years. Honestly, I'm not sure how you'd have a pet for that long and then decide to rehome it, but I don't know the situation. Maybe she's moving, or has something else going on. From what I can see online, 3-10 years is the average lifespan, so he's an old man! The record is over 20 years though, so we may have him for a while yet. (Or maybe they need to look into the water up there; she lives in the mountains, so I assume she's on well water, and maybe it's the fountain of toad youth.)
The lady who gave him to us said that "once you name something, it's yours" so she didn't tell us what his name was. His transport cup (since the bigger habitat has rocks, and would be dangerous in transit) was a re-purposed soup container, so I may name him Broccoli. The genus is "bombina" which is a pretty cool name, too. Bombina Broccoli?
I hope he does well after the stress of being moved. He's definitely got plenty of energy.
Today we went down there so that Alex could see the barn, and meet the owner, and learn what the job would entail. It is WAY the fuck down there. But it is a super nice facility (even if I have been calling it "snooty acres" because it's Parker, and it is a very snooty horse area.) In fairness, everyone was really nice. They have a lot of *really* nice horses and highly competitive riders, but everybody was friendly.
Unfortunately we missed our entrance to the highway on the way back, and took an accidental scenic route back that took forever. And since it was Friday afternoon the traffic was bad and everyone was being stupid on the road. So that was frustrating, but I think that a more direct route back would remove some of that frustration.
Next week he'll go down and do a trial day, shadowing one of their current people to get the routine down.
~
A friend of a friend of my mom's had a pet toad that she wanted to rehome, and so my mom asked if we would like it. Technically we aren't allowed pets (Cy is Alex's service dog), but... it's a toad, it's pretty self-contained. So of course I said yes.
The toad handoff was supposed to happen back on Tuesday, but the snow delayed things. My mom's friend brought him down today, and we went over to pick him up.
I had a fire-bellied toad when I was a kid. (I had MANY pet frogs and toads throughout my childhood.) The woman who had this one said that he sings sometimes, so he must be a male. And she said she's had him for fourteen years. Honestly, I'm not sure how you'd have a pet for that long and then decide to rehome it, but I don't know the situation. Maybe she's moving, or has something else going on. From what I can see online, 3-10 years is the average lifespan, so he's an old man! The record is over 20 years though, so we may have him for a while yet. (Or maybe they need to look into the water up there; she lives in the mountains, so I assume she's on well water, and maybe it's the fountain of toad youth.)
The lady who gave him to us said that "once you name something, it's yours" so she didn't tell us what his name was. His transport cup (since the bigger habitat has rocks, and would be dangerous in transit) was a re-purposed soup container, so I may name him Broccoli. The genus is "bombina" which is a pretty cool name, too. Bombina Broccoli?
I hope he does well after the stress of being moved. He's definitely got plenty of energy.
