The Golden Girls have checked out of the Horse Hotel and are back home in the pasture.
It was a dramatic moment when we led them away from room service, the attention of a daily cleanup crew, water only a few steps from the door, and…Mr. Big. He wasn’t one bit happy we were taking his new girlfriend away, and let us know as much by calling frantically to Pepper.
(And she to him!)
Neither Pepper nor Chickadee was sure they wanted to leave the lap of luxury, though both had a spring in their step when they realized their destination. We didn’t even have to use the lead rope–the girls took themselves home.
It’s been a stark contrast in weather terms from when they checked in to the hotel, with temps reaching the low sixties the past couple of days–a glorious time to be in the pasture.
The girls have reconnected with their pals, revisited their favorite spots, and seem to be doing just fine. If the weather turns ugly again, we’ll probably check them back into the hotel. But for now they seem happy to be home, doing their pasture horse thing.
And Pepper seems to have forgotten Mr. Big.
Isn’t that how vacations go?
You have a wonderful time but then are so happy to be back in your own bed, in your routine, back to your life. I’ve always thought that the main purpose of taking a vacation is to help you remember how much you like your life. It’s good to get away, and it’s good to return home.