In the Nick of Time!

So I believe it was last wednesday (the one before this one) that I finally got to ordering my pony's passport.  A week plus a day before the vet was due to come out for shots and vaccinations (they need to sign off on the passport).  I had a feeling that it would make it in time for vet day, so I didn't pay the extra $12 to have it expressed (and by me pay I mean my mom, cause she's awesome).

So, I was little uh... stressed let's say, when Wednesday rolled around I still hadn't received it.  I was kicking myself a bit too because I'd thought I'd been oh so wise in saving $12, when I suddenly realized it's a whole less expensive then paying a call fee to have a vet back out.

Thursday I was kinda still bummed about it, but there was plan B with another vet I could have sign it coming out in the near future.  But I also had this feeling that my passport would arrive that day.  My mom and I had jokingly said I should ask my coach to check my mail for me (which I later found out she had had the same thought, cause she's awesome like that), but I decided to head home and find out for myself.  (Run on sentence, ew, apologies).

Got home, no mail, I was sad.  Last hope dashed!  So I resigned myself to having to wait (though at this point I was thinking the mail gnomes ate it like they probably ate any and all news of my pending credit card).  But, a few cars pulled into the driveway, one was the vet, the other was the mail!

At this point I was getting cautiously excited, but I went out and lo and behold my pony's passport!!  I totally burst out laughing, probably more out of relief than anything.

It was a good reminder that yeah, following those feelings do lead to good things, even if they do need a little faith.

Now to act on that other good feeling about entering my pony in that first show (knock on wood).