Drama, drama,drama...

For what ever reason, this week is deemed to be the most exciting of the summer so far, and not in a good way. It all started with a phone call. Around 6:00pm on Tuesday night I get a call from a nearby neighbor (their fields are separated from my pasture by a river) *slightly annoyed voice* "Your horses are in our field"
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry we'll be right over, thank you."
So we go and fetch Louis and Gumby, no big deal. The back gate looks like it had been opened, weird, but probably a fluke, maybe I forgot about it (there are 5 gates in the pasture). So we put them back don't really think about it.
Fast forward to 10:30pm I go out to check the PP's in the barn, which is up by the house. This truck pulling a landscape tractor stops on the road in front of my barn as I'm walking back to the house, well thats weird so I hang out to see whats going on. Well the guy gets out and walks up to me, asks if I have horses... Well I am standing next to a barn...
Anyway he tells me that there are two horses, that look like mine, about a half mile away on the main road.
Holy fuck are you serious! (not my exact words)
Lots of thank you thank you and running to the house. My parents and I go out in the car, armed with a bucket of grain and halters and leads. We look everywhere until midnight. Go back to the house, call the state police get a lead, find a man who saw them, look for another hour. Finally we decide that there is no way we are going to be able to see them when its this dark regardless of our giant floodlights, which were probably waking everyone up... We go back to the house, that was a great night of sleep *sarcasm*. Get up at 5am. Start over, find them perfectly happy grazing in someones side yard, ugh. Thankfully neither one was hurt, and they didn't cause any damage to anyones property.
As if this was not enough excitement for a couple months already, this morning I go out to feed, clean stalls etc. Get the ponies their grain, clean Toby's stall and start on Lily's when Toby starts acting odd. He takes a bite, walks in circle, takes a bite, walks in a circle. Then he stops eating and starts to act more and more agitated. By now I'm standing in front of his stall watching him, when he lies down and tries to roll, grreeeaattt, just what I need a colic-ing pony (how the hell do you spell that?)!! UGH!
So I grab him and get him walking, find dad, call the vet, call his owner and of course no one answers. Dad finds my cell phone for me and I call my friend who is heading to vet school in August, she says she will get there as soon as she can. I finally get a hold of the vet and she says she will be there in under an hour. My dad has to leave, so for 15 minutes, I'm alone, with someone else's pony who is trying to violently throw himself on the ground. Thrashing around, sweating, ugh. Finally he gets to the point where he is too worn out to throw his weight around and instead leans on me so I'm holding up his front end, I tried a couple times to see if he would stay down but of course he won't lie quietly so I have to get him back up.
Then of course, as soon as a witness gets there (soon-to-be-vet friend) he is fine, obviously uncomfortable, but more rational. She looks him all over, he has no gut sounds but otherwise is okay. The vet gets their about 10 minutes later, blah blah does all the regular stuff ($192 bill) gives me some banimine for tonight if he needs it. Then through casual conversation learns my horse is up for lease...
Apparently she has been looking for a quiet horse for an autistic man (who has been saving his money since he was 5 years old!) Well there is a little girl looking at him on Sunday but...Now they are going to come sooner. Haha terrible market, not for a cute, chubby quiet all around horse! So at least something good might come from the ponies extremely melodramatic bout with colic, which by the way turned out to be slight impaction but most likely gas. I have heard of gas colic being super dramatic but jeez, was it necessary to bust the latch on the stall by throwing yourself into it... Ponies, god.