I can't believe I'm actually doing this. I'm not one to get out in front of crowds but that was before I went through breast cancer in 2006. I don't want to let opportunities pass me by. If I can get through chemo, radiation and mastectomy I should be able to get through this no problem. Ha ha!I started my trip to pick up my foster mustang from Bishop, CA; about a seven hour drive to get to Sacramento, stayed the night at my husbands friends house in Roseville. That way i could wake up early on Saturday and pick up my horse. Just driving through the city was scarier than my first ride on Chato. I was so excited to see what my horse might look like. Was it a mare or a gelding? I really didn't care as long as it had four hooves and a mane and a tail. My best friend came on the trip with me. My husband was going to come but he had to work. It was great to have her because she is my favorite riding partner. So we pulled into the parking lot. I was shaking with excitement. I went up to the table where the official looking people were sitting, told them my name and they told me my horse was number 9361 and a gelding. There were mares in one pen and geldings in another. I walked over to the gelding pen and matched my number on my paper with the tag hanging from my horses neck. I looked him over from head to tail; kind eyes, nice head, good feet, good shoulder, nice butt. I think I got the best one out here. I think I might be a little biased now that I know which one is mine. I had my great Dane with me at the fence where we were standing and he was so curious about her that he came right up to the fence. I was able to pick some grass and feed him through the fence and that was how we met for the first time.
