Well the trip was long and uneventful. We left Buckley at 9:30 Thursday night and drove straight through the night. We were both too excited to sleep and couldn't wait to get to The Litchfield Corrals.

Upon arriving at the corrals we headed to the office to fill out the last minute paperwork before checking out the horses. I was looking for a brown four year old mare with no white and a tag number of 9556. There was only a couple that matched this description but I couldn't find her. Juliane came over and took a picture of the tag to find her.

My initial thoughts on her was that she was super insecure and very defensive. She was running around the corral with penned ears and kicking at the other horses. The entire corral was nervous and running around. She seemed to be pretty low in the pecking order. Trying to be big and tough so she wouldn't be picked on. She appeared to be small not the large drafty horse the office said she might be. She seemed to have a smaller head and decent conformation. Unfortunately she didn't have that long flowing mane and forelock (no tail for that matter).

We stuck around to watch the horses for a bit before giving our paperwork to the guys to load them. Juliane's was loaded first (and perfect). When it was time for mine she was everything but quiet. Very reactive and didn't like what was going on. It took her a bit to calm down enough to even get a hold of the tag to take it off. When they tried to put the halter on she resisted by shoving her nose against the chute. After they got the halter on and finally opened the chute gate to load her into the trailer she shot like a rocket into the trailer. She was stomping and kicking, throwing a fit. Now that both horses were loaded we hit the road quickly trying to quiet the horses. All I could think was I had my hands full and this was sure to be a huge challenge. Juliane joked all the way home we should call mine Spitfire. It sure would fit her personality perfect!

We finally pulled into Buckley at 4 am Saturday. We drove straight through except a short nap just inside of Washington. We pulled into the arena and backed into the barn. Both horses ran out and into one stall with little encouragement. Juliane was the lucky one that got to try to separate them. Hers didn't care but mine was going to kick her head off. She is so full of spunk and attitude. We finally got them separated and tucked into the stalls in about an hour. I crawled into bed around 5 am and boy did it feel good! When I was almost asleep my husband suggested

MissFire for a name. It really fit so I agreed.