OMG. What a day!! I feel like I'm slightly psychic now. There were just too many coincidences to be considered coincidence. Poe will be mine. Friday. 7 pm. She will be back at Tower Hill by Sunday. Yes, back at Tower Hill. Funny story, actually.

So, all day long, I had the worst feeling in my gut that just kept getting worse and worse and worse- my mare was going to disappear without a trace if I didnt move. Fast. So I skipped my last class and hit up Linda's office to use her computer to check out Wendy's story. On the off chance, I checked out her sale horses and at the second one down, went, "Huh. That looks just like Poe. Actually... REALLY like Poe." Then logged off, told Linda were were probably going to be out late doing detective work- was she up for it?- and headed off to get a black light. Errand complete, we ran home to grab a lamp then started off for the barn. Halfway there, I was telling her how the crazies things always happen to me around horses and it was quite possible we would end up trailer-chasing tonight. Lo and behold, we get there and... Poe's gone. GONE. So I called everyone I knew, "Where is Poe." in a voice that I'm pretty sure promised chaos and death if one were to mess with me. "Wendy took her in a trailer about an hour ago."

So, I talked to Frank who denied any knowledge of the situation. Fuming, ready to frieking KILL anyone who got in my way or dared to look twice at me, driving 70 miles an hour down Rte. 1 and through country roads, I made to to Hunter Ridge in 15 minutes from Tower Hill. We went scouting through her barn then looked in a trailer before she called out- "Can i help you?"

Politely as I could, it went like this:
"Are you Wendy?"
"Yes."
"Then you can help me."

Poe's name is Flag the Account, aka Dorie. She's a home-bred Thoroughbred bred for racing who failed miserably at it. I offered 800 for the mare and it was accepted an hour later. I sign the papers on Friday and she'll be back by Sunday.

I have my horse. I have MY horse. And I can't wait to welcome her home.