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I was recently informed, by barn management, that the barn would be closing its doors for good at the end of the month. The owner wants to put in an indoor and replace the barn roofs. Granted, these are all facility improvements that, under ordinary circumstances, I would welcome. I just wish we didn’t have to move out to accomplish his goals. It wouldn’t be so bad except for the very short notice we’ve been given. Never mind that the contract states that we are to receive 30 days notice prior to eviction. We (all 42 of us naïve fools that trusted management) have to find new homes for our equine companions in less than three weeks. And, move out 75 bales of hay because yours truly can’t seem to do without a glut of hay in the loft. Let’s just say that there are quite a few unhappy campers around the barn these days.
I for one am not too worried. I have my ace in the hole, my friend Rebecca. Rebecca owns a boarding facility that is actually closer to home than Ping’s present accommodations. She has always said that Ping and I have a home at her place whenever we need it. Well, finally we need it!