Gorgeous start on the day. Rain had stopped. Silver Fog, my favorite, mostly because we’re above the fog-line and it’s so rare.
Valiosa did some pole work, and had a “winter cleanup” before getting a clean blanket. It’s easy to do, even with cold water – just a bucket with some tea tree oil and a good splash of cheap liniment (it’s mostly rubbing alcohol which is good for cutting through grease) in the water.
Great for after a workout when they’re warmed throughout, to remove winter funk without having to bathe and dry.
Then Friday The 13th kicked in.
Lunged a horse with a history of pulling away. He stilled lunged really beautifully, and calmly. Until he didn’t.
Gory pick warning!
Just a little dent, that’ll buff right out!
Yesterday I got the wedding ring cut. 😦 X-ray says a good size crack, with luck there’ll be a visit to an Orthopedic Surgeon this week. (Or how about NOW, please?)
You’re in luck! It’ll finally be a quiet period from me.
Although I’m hoping to announce something special later this week!
After three years of serious drought, we’re soaked in rain in N. Cal! Old, withered trees, barely hanging on from no water for so many years, are falling down in all sorts of inconvenient places. Some barns have had to evacuate their horses due to flooding.
Mostly, everyone sounds safe though, but we’re happy to get a break this weekend.
The grounds at our little farm are holding up OK, if you don’t mind swampy… The front pasture has an enormous new pond installed – complete with ducks swimming around in the back yesterday.
That’s the top of the fence line you’re looking at. Wading out a bit, it’s looking really unsafe in the middle – the white fence post tips are only sticking up 2 inches or so.
For comparison, here’s the same pasture fence, on the other side.
If we never practice it, she’ll never get this one down.
If we don’t practice it correctly, it won’t happen either.
If I just avoid it, see above.
So, I’ve just had to get on with it.
Setting up, on the aids, making sure she’s forward. Check.
For this to ever happen, the outside seatbone, hip, shoulders, everything, has to swivel in. Not straight! (Or it will be sort of a leg yield version down the long side.) This is really difficult, when you think you’re doing it, but find out you’re stillstraight!
The struggle is real friends.
Monday morning, Valiosa was as sound as ever. The small tender spot from Friday was history.
I’m leery of letting her roll on the narrower grass spot now though. Just in case she’d want to cozy up next to the concrete planter again…
After a two-day non-stop torrential rain storm she was happy to drop in the first, half-dry, place.
Buckle down. Get ready for a bit of a read. It’s OK, you’ll be alright.
It’s late. Dark out. The dogs are sleeping. Displeased they still haven’t been tucked in with their blankets in our room already. Two dogs. 7 dog beds. One car bed and an outdoor lounger. Not insane at all.
You dream of buying a horse. A young one. Because. Affordable. With plans to back and train on your own. With only half the trouble everyone else seem to have. Find a wonderful perfect place to keep it. Go to shows.
Slowly bring it up the levels. And even somehow, without owning horse transportation of your own, manage to go win little silly ribbons every time. Heading out to clinics. Making wonderful friends along the way. Being lucky to trailer out on gorgeous trail rides. Training in a covered arena on a nice and quiet ranch.
At the shows, you’re thrilled with a 7 for gaits, every time out, knowing the classes always contain a wee bit more magically developed dressage horses with flair. Doing your best at home to create supple and lively gaits out of a horse that originally moved like a nervous Volkswagen. Cherishing her beautiful topline, healthy hooves and generous, stable, temperament.
Wait! All of this already came true!
Now consider this:
You feel down, not affording a horse with a proven bloodline, let alone refined, balanced gaits, with all the buttons installed, and a life time of opportunity ahead. Or at least a promise.
You’re bummed you can’t at least compete in an All Breed Class (Oh, please!). Registration papers are missing. And you have to board miles and miles away, sitting for what feels like hours in the car. Some days let down by all the time spent caring for everything around your horse instead of training constructively. Sometimes only squeezing in 30 minutes of useable training time in your 5 hour barn time quota.
It feels ineffective to train alone. You have to motivate yourself (Duh, comeon!). Riding time with friends is rare. To top it off summer is murderous hot (Or lets say rainy, windy, ice-cold, freezing, muddy, whatever pushes your buttons!). Oh, and summer heat lasts much longer than 5 months. Hay gives you life threatening asthma. Your body is getting a bit rickety and you can’t run much any more.
Starting a young horse is a roller coaster.
Which one would you pick!!?
Of course everybody has already figured out they’re both true. It’s your choice!
Do we even dare to say aloud what we wish for this year? Those things we hope will happen. Do all of us really even know what it is we want?
I have a lot of hopes, convinced this is going to be a great year! Then of course you never really know at all how it’s going to turn out.
For sure, I know this blog will continue. Reporting back on the snail pace of the training and other horsey things at least 2 -3 days/week.
Slow progress, because I do my mare’s training by my self, and I’m boarded at a sweet quiet, small, barn. But she’s doing great and I simply can’t wait to see what new things she’ll learn this year!
Main Goal for 2017 – Solidify her more at 1st level, making it smooth and beautiful with seamless transitions, and a bit increased strength from behind. I’d love to move her up to showing 1st Test 2 and 3 before she turns 6 at the end of July. It would be really cool to get there earlier too!
I also know, not so much a goal, it just happens, the sometimes punky attitude here on the blog will continue.
Clearly visible in us – both managed to look punky here at the same time. Doesn’t feel all that important to me; never taking a wrong step or trying to appeal to everyone.
What does feel important is to read some of your wonderful blogs on the days when there’s finally some extra time. I love to read the updates, knowing you’re also out there carrying on with your horses.
Thank you for being there, and thank you for making time to check in on us!