Today is Denali's 9th birthday. Hard for me to believe that she was just a young mare of 4 when I brought her home. I called and talked to her owner today, who gave me a heart attack. He left me a message that said the following:
What he said: "For the past 10 months Denali's been doing good, but now she's so great."
What I heard: "For the past 10 months Denali's been doing good, but now she's not so great."
Insert FREAKING OUT.
I seriously just sat at my desk and bawled (mind you, I was at work and on my prep.) I gathered myself together and called him back. He laughed at me and my inability to hear him. He said she's awesome with a big winter coat on. He didn't blanket her (which is good because she really hates them) and she is at a good weight and happy.
That makes me happy.
Happy Birthday Denali! I love you!!