200... what a number. I've poured so much of my life into 199 posts why should 200 be any different?
This past week has been a tad crazy, strange and down right stressful
Last weekend I brought Izzy home to get into show condition. She needs to loose some weight and I have to work with her core muscles to bring her topline up.
Conditioning dogs is very similar to horses. Dogs who have bad toplines usually walk strung out on the forehand, and not engaging their hindquarters.
Izzy and I are on a "Run the stairs" daily exercise routine getting her to power up with her hindquarters, and I've been tickling her belly which causes her to lift her back evening out the topline. My youngest son is sometimes willing to run the Collies up and down the hill in my yard too.
We've got until April 9... lots of work!
I've been in major stress factor over buying this farm. It's not the purchase of it, or the what if we get it, it's the whole "it's up to someone else to say yes" thing. So we met today (again, 2nd meeting) with the farm owner. He had sent us to his bank to discuss any options they had for us purchasing the property.
The bank discussed traditional financing which would be possible if we had the 15% down on $650,000. Even liquidating every asset we had we would fall short. So the BANK recommended discussing Land Contract. They gave us really good information so we took that to the farm owner today.. and Guess What?!?!
He said "Let me talk to the bank this week and get more information about Land Contract." He discussed our plans on filling the place will full board clients... It is currently full but 12 stalls are partial care. He wanted to know what our time frame was on that. It's all in the business plan so we had answers for him immediately.
He also read our Business Proposal and Business Plan. He said it was very sound, and in our expense column we over estimated insurance cost, but we were spot on with everything else.
I'm still wrapping my head around "He didn't say no!"
February also marks the anniversary of my mom's death. February 26 will be three years gone. Maybe next February I will be celebrating the first year of success.