Today’s the day that the Foster Parent and I make a decision- is she going to be Foster’s new mom? I still hope so.

It’s bittersweet to want this to work out. But I’ve been able to see Foster a few times since dropping him off two months ago, and though it’s taken some getting used to seeing the changes that come with a horse going from stall board to living outdoors 24/7 (i.e, scratches, nicks, wooly coat), he seems happy.

One half of Foster’s field (aka horsey heaven)

It’s also been reaffirming that when I hop on him, not much has changed lameness-wise. He still has a slight hop when trotting right, and I can tell he’s much happier walking, although it’s Foster, so what else is new. The only thing better than walking is standing.

His stone wall run-in. Pretty nice digs!

Obviously I didn’t expect 2 months of turnout and light riding to cure him, but it was interesting to see that even with the most minimal of work, he’s still not going to be a competitive sporthorse. No, its much kinder to him to live life as a spoiled trail horse.

The painted pony makes an appearance.

We’ll see what this day brings. But either way, Foster is well loved and forever a treasure.