My day starts with dropping my kids off with my sister who is going to a feedlot to rescue a horse for my neice.
Thinking the kids... my two horse lovers....would probably like to see what really happens at a feedlot, I send them along for the day.
Hours later I can hear the desparation in his voice as he pleads with me that he has found his dream horse.
A horse like no other.
A ranchy looking, big built gelding with a kind eye who lost his owner a few weeks back.
A sturdy, sound, beautiful steed who is destined for slaughter in just two days.
"He looks like a tugboat," my sister says.
Tug it is.
A perfect name to fit a sweet looking horse.
So, even though my planner did not have written under Tuesday "NEW HORSE", my boy who saves his money for big things, brought the big tugboat of a horse home.
And we are all just slightly smitten with big Tug.
Rolling with the many exciting and unfurling changes each day brings!