To read the notes I took during the clinic, go to “Notes from the Charlotte Dujardin clinic“.
Post about how I got the tickets for the clinic: Once in a Lifetime
Although I only had one ticket for the clinic, my wonderful husband ended up going with me. Lucky for me he did!
Hubby was driving, and we had just pulled onto the off ramp when he casually says “We have no brakes”. Totally calm about it. I, of course, have 20 seconds of “What’d he just say?” followed immediately by extreme panic!
Hubby got us safely off the highway and coasted into a gas station. That man can seriously drive! And then he was able to patch the brakes up enough to allow us to carry on with the road trip.
He was coated in brake fluid afterward. Poor guy. Head to toe covered. And he broke his favorite tool. Not a good trip for the poor hubby, but boy was I glad he came!
The entire drive there and back took much longer than we anticipated. We left the house before 10am Friday. Google maps said it was less than a five hour drive to the clinic. That should’ve put us there about 3pm. Clinic rides started at 4:00.
Plenty of time…
Well, even though the brake issue took up an unexpected 30 minutes of our time, it still took us 6 hours and 42 minutes to get there. That included one short bathroom break and the brake line fix.
It was such a loooonnnnggg drive!
Since my hubby is a night owl, we headed home right after the clinic. He can’t sleep at night anyway. Plus, I was antsy to get home.
The ride home wasn’t much shorter. We ended up getting home about 4am. Left the clinic around 9:30pm.
The other funny thing that came out of that trip… I had asked the next door neighbor (who also owns horses) if she could feed mine Friday evening while I was gone. I set all the food next to their doors so that all she had to do was dump each bucket in to the feeders (access from outside of the stall) and kick the hay in. Quick and easy.
However, I knew my neighbor’s boarder was also coming. Nice guy, but he loves to get in Ava’s stall and pet her.
If I’m there, I can usually nip Ava’s evil side in the bud before she escalates. When I’m not there, Ava can be downright evil. I didn’t want to come home and hear about how Ava kicked him, or bit him, or trampled him… (all things she’s done with other people before). So I left instructions for the neighbors not to go in Ava’s stall, at all.
The other two horses? Knock yourself out. Hang on them, lay under them… do what ever you want. Those two are saints.
Ava? Nope. Kick the hay in, slam the door. Do not go in.
So… Of course they went in anyway.
I didn’t find any dead bodies when I got home — as if i wouldn’t have immediately implemented the “Shovel and Shut Up” protocol if I had!
Ironically, I only knew that they’d gone in to Ava’s stall because they made sure to specifically let me know they’d gone in Ava’s stall.
Oh, and they were offended that I’d asked them not to.
Horse people are freaking NUTS!