Horses can sense your excitement, and knowing this, Molly tried her best to act like she was calm and confident as she walked Chuckles around the trailer.
Molly recalled Natalie’s tales of their adventures together. How after his short-lived racing career, Natalie had competed with Chuckles at a variety of equestrian events…like eventing and jumping. They had quite a history together she had said, “We jumped as high as the jump standards would allow,” she had beamed. Molly marvelled at Chuckles, what a stunning animal. Sure, he was a little worse for wear now but she would fix that. She wondered why Natalie had stopped competing with him, but had never asked.
It occurred to Molly that she had nothing to protect Chuckles legs for the trip. All of the horses at the farm where Molly took lessons wore leg protection when they trailered. She didn’t want him to kick himself during the ride back to Frank’s farm.
Wolf suggested they look at what Natalie had left behind, maybe there were some boots in there he could wear. As luck would have it, right at the top of the big blue tupperware container of Chuckles stuff was a set of four fuzzy legs wraps, presumably for shipping.
On the tub was written, “There is something about the outside of a horse, that is good for the inside of a man” – Ronald Regan”. Molly loved that quote, except that it was actually a quote by Winston Churchill. A reminder of how much younger Natalie was than Molly.
Wolf helped Molly put them on her horse, showing her how to wrap them and which leg to put which boot on. When it was time to put Chuckles on the trailer, Molly handed the lead rope over the Frank. She had never loaded a horse onto a trailer before, and no way she was going to learn how today.
After walking a wide circle, Frank led Chuckles up to the trailer with momentum and purpose. As they reached the step up, Chuckles stopped. He seemed to want to take a good look inside before getting in, and Frank let him take his time.
Frank reassured everyone that it was fine, and he again walked Chuckles away from the trailer, in a large loop and then back towards the entrance and this time Chuckles stepped up and in without hesitation. Frank tied him in with a bag of hay and in easy reach if he wanted to nibble at it during the trip. Chuckles would have taken many trips in a trailer before, so this wasn’t new for him.
In the process of walking Chuckles on, Wolf’s husband Steven had gotten stuck between the horse and the back corner while he had been trying to help guide him all the way in to the roomy livestock trailer. His face showed a flicker of fear as he realized Chuckles back end was between him and the exit. Darting his eyes between the horse and his narrow escape path, Steven took a breath and quickly side stepped past the haunches and moved off the trailer.
As they pulled out of the driveway of the farm, Molly heard a long, loud whinny come from Chuckles. She imagined, although it seemed silly, that he was calling to Natalie as he was leaving. He must have wondered what was happening and why she hadn’t been there to say good-bye, his best friend for so many years.
They arrived at Franks farm in about an hour and a half. Chuckles walked off the trailer and seemed ok, a fact that relieved Molly. He could see the other horses in the field and gave a few excited snorts. His head was held high, showing his alert he was to his new surroundings, but he never looked afraid, only excited.
Molly smiled so hard her front teeth were dry as she walked Chuck around the property, letting him eat the grass and trying to be as calm as possible while he settled in. For starters, his name was now Chuck, not Chuckles. Chuckles sounded like a carnival clown name. Chuck suited him much better. Molly had been told years earlier that changing the name of a horse was bad luck, so this seemed a good compromise.
Natalie had confirmed Chuck was current with his vaccinations, so he would pose no risk of disease to the other horses. Still, they would integrate him slowly, first letting them meet over the fence before putting them within striking distance of each other. Sometimes, when horses meet for the first time, the process for determining who’s in charge can be quite dramatic and scary to watch. Other times it’s uneventful. Regardless, it’s the nature of horses to meet and decide these things on their own terms.
What Molly would be in charge of, was clearing up Chuck’s scabs, and making sure he put some weight back on.