My horse's new home

My poor horse was moved again this year to a new boarding facility.  I mainly moved her because the lack of care she was receiving.  The workers didn't always feed her her correct bag of feeed.  Sometimes she got both afternoon bags in one day.  The afternoon bag had a joint supplement in it.  Other days she received both morning bags.  The morning one was just pelleted feed.  Other days it was perfect.  If I wanted her left in her stall overnight or during the day they wouldn't.  I was told she tries to kick the door down.  After I got off work I would go home and change.  By the time I would get to the facility she was already outside.  As Autumn approached, it would be dark out.  Then there was the sinking mud in her pasture.  My poor horse kept losing a shoe and pulling a muscle.

I started the search again for a facility.  I was not going to go back to the other two places she was at if I could help it.  My top priority was no mud if possible.  The second was quality care.  After that it was places to ride.  I got most of my wants except for the medium size indoor arena and a larger outdoor arena.  There are many trails around this place.

My horse is out all day and night.  I couldn't afford to have her in a stall.  Now, if she needs to be in one over night or if the weather is bad, then she can be in one.  She loves it.  The pastures are big like in Kentucky and they even have big shelters.  On three occassions I have found her in the shelter.  For as long as I have owned her she has not had a shelter.  I was pleasantly surprised.

Maybe some day I can find a facility that has a nice indoor arena with no mud or, have my own place.
I hope you enjoy the pictures of the place.

The never ending job hunt.

I finally left my new job.  I couldn't take it there anymore.  My supervisor would follow my work restrictions.  Also, my hours were cut.  I am back at just Target.

In the past eight weeks I have had eight interviews.  I have received two rejections.  I am constantly looking at the internet for job postings.  You would think with all of these interviews that one of them should turn into a job offer.  I really wish one would so that I could move my horse where there is a decent size indoor arena to ride in.

I only have about fifteen more years to work until retirement.  That is not a lot of time to work and save for it.  I know I am suppose to do my part to find another job and trust that God will provide, but after many years of all of thise I get depressed and discouraged.

I am hoping that soon I can write about a new new job.