Back in April, I received my title application. I set up an appointment with a BLM volunteer (who I met at Mustang Days at the Rocky Mountain Horse Expo) to come inspect Skeeter and sign off on her paperwork.
Unfortunately, when the scheduled day arrived, the BLM volunteer was deathly sick, so we rescheduled. The day of the inspection was cold and nasty; it had been raining for days and the temps hadn't been much above 40*. The pen was a muddy, mucky mess and it wasn't terribly safe for a two-legged to go into it. Feeding time was an exercise in core strength and balance just to make it the four feet from the gate to the hay storage.
Luckily, the volunteer said I didn't need to pull Skeeter, she just needed to take a look at her, make sure she was being well-cared for and ask a couple of questions. It was very much like the home visit in January, only I had my title resting on this visit.
Skeeter came when called, allowed us to pet her all over through the fence then wandered off to eat. Easy-peasy. The volunteer signed the paperwork and I mailed it off on May 22, about one year and two weeks after I got Skeets.
A couple of weeks later, June 5, I was crazy excited to get an envelope from the BLM, but when I opened it, it was the "unofficial" title with a letter my title would be arriving soon. Basically, Skeeter was "unofficially" officially mine.
The unofficial copy was beautiful. Printed in color on cardstock and delivered in a full-sized envelope with a letter of congratulations. I couldn't wait until the official-official title came. Which it did, nine days later, printed on cheap paper, folded up and crammed into a traditional envelope. I was disappointed that the official title was much less impressive than the unofficial one, but it really doesn't matter, because it's going to get framed with her tag and go up on the wall.
And once I get it up on the wall, I'm going to do the happy dance every time I see it, because Miss Skeeter Bang is MINE!