Living in town is hard if horses are your passion. Erin has been passionate about horses for years. I thought it was just glorified dreaming (she's known to be our dreamer), but time has definitely proven otherwise. 3 years ago, Providence brought about a wonderful opportunity. A woman that grandma goes to church with agreed to have Erin out to the house to visit her Welsh ponies. Helen breeds show ponies on her gorgeous mini ranch 12 miles from our house.
Long story short, Erin has been spending several days a month these past few years with Helen, the 'girls', and Linden, the Stallion. She fetches and brings them to the barn for grooming which she enjoys immensely. She's been called in the middle of the night to come and watch the birth of the foals. (May I pat my husband and I on the back right here seeing as Erin doesn't drive herself, don't you know). Yawn.
Now Erin is the house sitter when Dick and Helen have to go out of town. She hires her sister to assist. I can't begin to tell you how good this has been for her. She sets her alarm for the morning feedings and she and Audrey make the rounds. It takes about 1 hour from start to finish. The same routine for the evening feeding. Helen leaves a detailed list with dietary supplements and special instructions.
...Erin just popped in and read over my shoulder piping in with, "not Linden, I've never groomed him in my life. All I've done is hold the rope through the fence while Helen grooms him." I stand corrected. At least she doesn't roll her eyes at my ignorance. She's a good girl.