Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Typical evening

This is purely a post so I can share the following two photos that haven't found a home in previous posts.

This photo is demonstrating the lovely, weird weather we have in WV. Sun shower or sunflakes.






And then here is our lovely little herd. They've grown in recent months. We have quite the array of coat colors represented.






From the far left and working right as each appears in the photo we have:
Saja; grey Egyptian Arab
Q; brown Morab (yes, in case I didn't mention that on here recently either, the consensus of many lately is that she's likely a Morab)
Griffin; grey TWH x
Filly; roan buckskin paint Gypsy Vanner sporthorse
Mayer; sorrel QH
Calamity; purlino QH
Little Bit; overo painted TWH
Oliver; black (that fades brown) Kentucky Mtn. horse
Pokey; red dun QH
and Bill; overo painted TWH

Monday, June 17, 2013

Liebster

Liebster Blog!


I'm happy (and at the same time doomed to answer a million questions) thanks to Saiph. She has tagged me as a recipient of the Liebster Blog Award. Thanks, lady!

How to Accept the Award
The Liebster Blog Award is a way to recognize blogs that have less than 200 followers. Liebster is a word in German that means beloved and valued. Here are the rules for accepting the award:

  1. Thank the person that nominated you and include a link back to their blog.
  2. List 11 random facts about yourself.
  3. Answer the 11 questions given to you.
  4. Create 11 questions for the bloggers you nominate.
  5. Choose 11 bloggers with 200 or fewer followers to nominate and include links back to their blogs.
  6. Go to each blogger's page and let them know you have nominated them.
11 Random Facts
  1. To the disbelief of many, I am a natural redhead.
  2. I'm a bit of a gear slut; I have an insane amount of outdoors gear and can get rather techy when you ask me about specs relating to it.
  3. I hate moving, which is a pity because I'll be moving in about 2 weeks.
  4. One of my biggest pet peeves is when someone kicks the back of a chair I'm sitting in.
  5. While I've traveled to 38/50 states including Alaska and Hawaii, I have yet to live outside of WV.
  6. Along that line of thought, I managed to get a position working in my home town after college so I've moved back. My job wasn't stable enough to sign a lease until a few months ago, thus I'm finally moving into my own place in a few weeks.
  7. While rarely (if ever mentioned on my blog), I work as a biologist and GIS technician as my 9-5 (okay, 7-5) job.
  8. I have witnessed and handled many endangered and threatened species throughout my career.
  9. I originally thought I wanted to be a veterinarian, but changed my mind in HS when I realized how long I would have to remain in school and be stressed and competitive with my courses to be a vet/make it into a good vet school. Additionally, to be the kind of equine vet I wanted to be, I realized I would have virtually no time for a life outside of work. I live for my weekends and adventures (if that wasn't obvious), and thus I chose a different career path.
  10. I'm a bit of a neat freak and have most of my possessions organized very tidily into boxes/shelves/etc.
  11. While spiders definitely startle me, I'm not nearly as deathly afraid of them as I once was. The majority of spiders I encounter I can now confront calmly. If they have abdomens bigger than a quarter and hairy though? All bets are off. I will scream, run away, talk myself down, then return with something large that has smashing power.

11 Questions from Saiph

1. Who is your favorite horse? (Either real or fictional) Why? The Red Stallion. I dreamed of finding an island, braving the maze of tunnels, and then discovering a secret horse herd just like in the book.
2. What is the most exotic/unusual pet you've ever owned? I have owned Madagascar hissing cockroaches (the huge cockroaches they use in all the movies, think Men In Black) and I have owned an albino hedgehog.
3. As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up? I wanted to be a horse trainer. And then when people told me I'd always be poor and not be able to have a ton of horses I wanted to be a vet. And then I realized what I covered above and decided to do something within natural resources.
4. If you ended up being something else, what made you change your mind? See above.
5. What are your long-term riding career goals? Compete in a 100 mile endurance ride. Maybe compete in some sort of XC event or fox hunt.
6. What is your greatest riding achievement? As far as awards go, I was High Point Champion at a show years and years and years ago. Beyond that, I think starting Griffin and doing all of his training on my own is a pretty big deal.
7. What is your greatest regret? Not being able to buy Stanley and have him as my own. ...there may still be time one day for that though.
8. What is your favorite movie? Why? Ack, I hate this question. I have way too many favorite movies in way too many genres.
9. Have you ever read a book that moved you so much that it changed your life? Which book? I don't know that any one book changed me super radically. Certain books I've read at certain points in my life have definitely had an impact on me (i.e., Eat, Pray, Love when I was going through a really hard break-up).
10. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be? What would your house be like? I love WV, but I've been here forever. I really covet the west and hope to live there for a part of my life. West or high elevation WV - Canaan or Spruce area. Either location I'd have a cabin-esque home. Something homely and rustic, yet with a modern twist to some of the interior features.
11. If you could have any saddle, which one would it be? I haven't ridden in one to know for certain if it would work for me, but I'm lusting hard after a Specialized Endurolite. We shall see...


11 Questions for Those I tag
  1.  Do you remember when your love of horses began?
  2. What horse-related thing do you hope to accomplish before you die?
  3. What is a non-horse thing you hope to accomplish before you die?
  4. Did your parents support your horse-habit growing up, or was it something you pursued on your own?
  5. Unicorns or pegasus?
  6. If you had the opportunity to go to the Olympics in any sport, equine or non, what would it be and why?
  7. Most amazing vacation destination you've ever been to? A place you haven't been to yet but hope to one day visit?
  8. Shoes, boots, or bare? Why?
  9. Best birthday ever: what did you do and why was it so awesome?
  10. Blogosphere friendships, do you know/have you met any of your blog friends IRL?
  11. Seriously, guys, which came first, the chicken or the egg?

11 Blogs I Nominate  
  1. Therese at Evan's Eventing
  2. Allison at Adventures with Shyloh
  3. Andrea at Andrea's Animal Adventures
  4. Jordan at A Little Slice of My Life
  5. Ashley at Go Pony
  6. Funder at It Seemed Like A Good Idea
  7. Jessica at Hopeful Jumpers
  8. Molly's Hoof Blog Journey to Better Hooves
  9. Val at Memoir's of a Horse Girl 
  10. Bird at Redheaded Endurance
  11.  Irish Horse at Trails and Trials

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Rehab....trail?


Friday was a long day, a good day.

I was out the door by 9:30a and headed to pick Jordan up. I dropped her off at her barn, went to mine and hooked up the trailer, went back to hers and picked she and Orion up, headed back to my barn where she played in the round pen with him a bit, then loaded him back up and headed to that flat FS road in the adjacent county (Dee was hauling her horse, T's horse, and Q). We had a bit of a parking snafu with the bigger rig when we got there, but with three problem-solving brains at work we eventually got it figured.

And so we headed off! We had a late start to the day (3p) but we had the best weather of the day for our ride. We rode for a good 3 hours, two out and one back. I was so happy to be seated behind those lovely dark brown ears on the trail again. Griffin's ears are lovely, too, but I really missed my girl.

Q and Saja trucked right out from the get-go. Both horses seemed to think they were trekking out on an endurance ride. After a few suspicious logs and rocks Q seceded from her "I must lead" role and let Saja take over. The road was intermittently gravel, gravel + sand, cobble + sand. Q was barefoot the whole day with minimal issue. Not too shabby for a horse who's been on stall rest and pasture since April 27 with minimal work!

Jordan and Orion
It was Jordan's first time riding her horse away from home - and I think her longest ride ride to date probably? She rode very well and even saved herself from tumbling off his back at one point, it was quite the save and something to be proud about. Once we get her in a true saddle and not the "treeless" thing she's in (I refuse to even call this thing treeless, its basically a glorified bareback pad), things will be lots better. I don't like how much she's having to compensate with her riding to make up for how much the saddle sucks (constantly slips, stirrup bar waayyy too far back so her legs are thrust backward while her upper body is thrust forward). Its not fair to her, though in her credit she does a phenomenal job!

When we got to the overlook this time, I hopped off and led Q through the dense tunnel of rhodo and laurel out onto the exposed cliff top.Why? Because she'll follow me anywhere and I love that I can enjoy a view like that with my horse. The fact that she was on an exposed rock face high above the Blackwater Canyon was a complete nonissue for my girl. The slow realization that there was no grass on top of that rock face? That was a growing concern for her. All the same, we got a few good photos, and one silly video when I thought I'd been in photo mode which I have shared for your amusement. (Yes, I always talk to her.)



I was on cloud nine the whole ride because I was riding my girl on the "trail" again and she was doing so well. Eager ears were out, she was eating and drinking like a champ, and really seemed to enjoy herself on the whole. So much for the rehab program of 30 minute flat rides, we ended up doing a 3 hour flat-ish ride.  Dee kept close watch on Q throughout the day, telling me how awesome she looked the whole time. Not even a flicker of unsoundness in her gaits.Yes, gaits. We walked, trotted, and even cantered some. And when she realized I was okay with letter her canter little spurts she was elated.

I was really proud of her the few occasions when I wanted her to hold back and not canter and gallop with Dee and T since Jordan was hesitant to go that fast. I held her down to a trot and then a walk, told her it was just like a race, the front-runners get to go do their front-runner business and we stay where we are. It was one of the moments when I would swear she understood exactly what I said as she settled RIGHT down into a walk. SUCH a good girl.



All in all, we probably did about 12 miles. Two hours out until we decided to turn around, and at an average walking pace of 3 mph, that would put us at a total of 12 miles on the day. Q looked strong and sound the whole time. Happy ears. Sparkle in her eye. I worried a little that it would be too much for her, but its a flat road with no tricky footwork and minimal inclines. For the horse who is accustomed to rougher trails, this was simple. I think it was the best form of rehab for her as it got her off the farm and back into her element and her favorite job. You can bet we'll be going back out there later this summer for training rides! There is even a single-track trail that is really rough like portions of the OD trails that we can practice on. I can't wait to give her the opportunity to practice fancy footwork on tricky terrain like that.

Love my girl. Love this state. Love these trails.



Sunday Stills: Griffin




Headed out on ride #2 away from home with little man today.

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Catch Up: Hard to bit

A week or so ago, I agreed to help Miss Jordan, who bought Orion from me years back (my first horse for new readers), with Orion's newly developed I-hate-the-bit routine - which could also be referred to his I-believe-I-am-the-world's-best-giraffe impression. He has no dental, skeletal, or muscular issues. This is strictly a behavioral issue. And he's not violent about not wanting his bit, he has just learned that he can evade Jordan if he thrusts his head waaayyy up high. And evading bitting is evading work in his mind.

Jordan is hands down one of the best entry-level horse people I've met. She's got really good instincts about what is right and wrong. She's not afraid to ask questions, not afraid to search for her own answers among reputable sources, and not afraid to ask for help when she's uncertain. Traits that are very admirable and that I wish more people (myself included) possessed more of.

However, she's still new to the whole owning a horse game. Newer than most new folks even. See, Jordan didn't have the luxury of growing up around horses all the time or having lessons and constant interaction like many of us (I fall into the lucky group, here). Some of the intuition around horses comes from time spent. The longer you spend focused within a certain subject matter, the more subtleties and idiosyncrasies you notice and become accustomed to that will help you better understand. Learning is never (ever ever ever  - getting back together no we-ee are never ever ever getting back together) ending.

And thus, small warning signs of Orion's developing aspirations to be the world's greatest giraffe-horse may not have been as obvious until he had truly perfected the art of giraffitude. But no worry, we know he was once capable of being a true horse and not a giraffe, so bringing him back to his roots shouldn't be impossible, right? Right.

I really had no idea where to begin with this pursuit.  I figured cookies should be involved. A head down cue perhaps? But its not like he wouldn't put his head down per se. He'd put it down. But then as soon as the bit came near - like very near on the cusp of entering his mouth - he'd go into full-on giraffe-mode. Stick his nose way up in the air and just leave it there. You take a step to counter this he takes a step to counter you. It seemed he'd turned the entire bitting process into a game.

So how did I experimentally approach this?

My goal was to evolve this game into something else entirely that he would hopefully find more fun. Cookies if he let us simply slip a finger into the corner of his mouth. Excessively. Get a finger or thumb in and just hook his cheek as you would a fish. Cookie if he dealt with it without being a giraffe. If he was a giraffe leave finger hooked until he brought the head down. He realized [relatively] quickly that we weren't going to play his game any more. He couldn't merely "escape" by being a giraffe. Within 20 minutes he let us put the bit in his mouth with zero issue.

We'd taken his evasion game and instead turned it into this fun game full of praise and cookies. The issue became a non-issue in well under an hour - versus prior it was taking an hour plus for Jordan to even put the bit in his mouth! I think the video I took for her at the end was a whole 12 seconds in length from me saying, "I'm filming" to her having the bit in his mouth. Hurrah!

I let her know she'd likely have to pursue part of the cookie game each time she was ready to put the bridle on for a week or so, but that she'd definitely be able to wean him off cookies quickly. So happy (and surprised) that the experiment went well and solved his "issue". I think he agrees, too, cookies are always a plus.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Dressage beginnings

In our half-hour sessions, I've realized its the perfect time to start incorporating some dressage work and getting Q to go "on the bit". Cowboy taught her how to "give a soft feel" which is essentially the cowboy term for what you dressage people call "on the bit". She's got an incredible foundation on her training from cowboy man (his methods incorporating training similar to that of Ray Hunt and Buck Brannaman), all the better for me to build up from! With just a little encouragement I can get Q to "give a soft feel" and be "on the bit". The current problem is keeping her focused for any length of time when working at the barn. She'll collect beautifully and then she notices her friends in the field and is all, HEY! THERE ARE MY FRIENDS! DO YOU SEE MY FRIENDS? DO YOU SEE THEM?! THEY'RE OVER THERE! Annnd then we begin again. I think its progress though.


We'd been riding on the nice flat road, hence the hi-vis vest


Some folks I know will argue that "a cowboy-trained horse can do anything", but in reality the proper training base on a horse will allow that horse to do anything. I know people from the western and English disciplines love to pick at each other about who is "best" and what is "better" and "proper" and "functional" and any number of other things. But from my observations of well-trained cow horses and well-trained horses in English disciplines, much of what the horse ultimately does is the same. Different terms are used. Different tack is used. But when it comes down to it, both training methods will turn out a horse who can travel in a very collected fashion and can utilize their body and its movements in efficient, sometimes "fancy", ways. And frankly, English disciplines (moreso, certain trainers pushing for too much too fast on a "hot" horse that is so wound up from standing in a barn and not having a life as a horse that it can't think straight) have trended toward applying excessive "contact" on the horse's mouth in recent years to the point where I feel (and I know Saiph has shared this view) the integrity of what a horse and rider can accomplish together has been a bit tarnished. The "old style" of dressage accomplished just as much (or more) without plowing away on a horse's mouth. I have personally witnessed cow horses (I say this instead of QH because not all working horses are QH just as not all endurance horses are Arabs) collecting and doing beautiful movements without the kind of "contact" many English disciplined riders would use.

But I'll step down from my tiny soapbox and give you more video screenshots from Monday evening (ones above from last Thursday). Monday Q was feeling QUITE feisty about life. She executed a lot of lateral movement at the trot and even tossed in some super collected canter in her efforts to gravitate toward her friends. Oh, and its worth mentioning that throughout the entire sequence in photos below there were chainsaws, a screaming child, a puppy, Kenai, and gun shots happening. I may post the video eventually. I'm currently too lazy to wait for that to upload.


You want lateral movement like this?! Fiesty, fiesty mare!




It will be interesting to see where some formal lessons get us in a few months. Guidance from fellow bloggers on how to proceed with this whole mess is helpful, too. Guess we'll see what I can do with her + what lessons can do for us. My riding attire will never be formal though, haha.

Monday, June 10, 2013

Dog of Water and Rocks





Zonked out in his dug-out dirt bed
I could tell about another perfect climbing weekend with great people complete with three great rope climbs at Kaymoor and a day of deep water soloing at the lake with all the pertinent climbing details
about the routes, but instead I'm going to tell about how incredible my dog was throughout all of this.

I had obligations at home Friday so Kenai and I made an early departure Saturday morning to meet folks for a day of climbing at Kaymoor. The weather wasn't ideal, so we met at the house and got a little bit of a late start, but it was all good. We arrived at the parking lot above Butchers Branch to find only a few cars. VERY odd for a Saturday at the NRG. It ended up being our group and one other group for the day. SO awesome.

The other group had three dogs. Kenai was a very good citizen around them, even though one of their dogs was really jealous anytime Kenai was close to the other dog's "girls". For all climbing trips, Kenai wears his remote trainer/shock collar. Its rare that I have to shock him as he sticks around  very close to where I am, usually dozing on a rock or dirt bed or exploring the bushes.

A short crisp whistle stops him in his tracks to turn and make eye contact with me; a whistle followed by his name has him pay even more mind; a whistle, name call, and arm gesture brings him to my side to check-in. I can call "No" at him to stop things, "C'mere" to have him stop and come to me, "Go" to have him move away from wherever he is (if he's standing on a rope for instance). He is respectful of people and children and other dogs, though he is a shameless beggar who will sit feet away from those who are eating and giving them his best sad husky puppy face (to which nearly everyone except me gives in to whether I've banned this action or not).

I had more compliments about his behavior than ever before this weekend. I'm not particularly certain why, but was proud of my pup for being so awesome. His worst trait about being a crag dog is that he occasionally likes to curl up and sleep atop ropes. No, no, no. Ropes need to be respected as they're helping protect our lives and this means no humans or canines standing or lying upon them. Usually a sharp "NO" and "GO" will redirect Kenai.

He runs ahead during our hikes, stopping around corners to wait to see me come around them ebfore going too much further, or pausing at my whistle. When I'm climbing or when he's grown tired, he finds an out-of-the-way place (usually keeping me in sight) to nap. If its sunny, he'll find a shady napping point, usually locating himself as close to me as he is able. He'll just doze in his spot and watch activity around him.

Saturday at the crag he had the "safety net" of his remote collar on, but Sunday at the lake he didn't. He was just wearing his life jacket. I towed him out into the water and had him swim several hundred yards (a break in the middle and a noodle under his waist on the way back for more assistance as the water was choppy from wind and boats). He was tuckered out after that and spent the rest of the day dozing uphill in the shade. There were easily two dozen people crammed in the tiny area near the cliff access at Whippoorwill. Despite the whirlwind of activity Kenai dozed most of the day post-swim, or silently observed all that was going on. We made certain that at least one person was on shore with
him at all times so he didn't fret too much (apparently he really cried the first time we all swam away and around the corner), but other than that, he was left to his own devices for the day.

Did my husky, with no containment or remote collar "safety net" run away? No. Not at all. In fact, I have more and more people comment to me how he is the ONLY husky they have EVER seen that behaves this well, sticking around and respecting my every word (most of the time). When he begged from people when I was in sight of it I'd give him a terse command and he'd cease the behavior and move onto another activity, sleeping primarily.

He was gentle with the small child who was there for part of the day, respected the space of climbers and their belongings, and came to check in with me at the waters edge when I gave a whistle. SUCH a good boy. I'm seriously going to be so hard-pressed to ever find/create a dog as wonderful as him. He's creating some seriously large paws to fill one day. He's seriously [one of] the best dog[s] ever.


Thursday, June 6, 2013

Rehab riding

Two sessions down, another few weeks to go. My BO and vet and everyone else that has seen her in action thus far thinks she's great and that she's gonna be fine far before I think she will be. And this may very well be true! However, I'm cautious. I would hate to do something too fast and then "break" her for life. She's got way too much potential and way too much life ahead for me to risk that. Its killing me (yes, even after two sessions) to not push a little harder. But I'm going to stick with it. The fear of her hurting is enough to keep me on track with my plans.

Saiph sent me a rehab riding plan for weak stifles that I'm following. It consists of 30 minute rides 5-6x/week. Beginning with 4 min. trot/1 min. walk for 6 reps. You slowly increase the trot minutes and decrease the walk minutes as the weeks pass, or stall at one particular set if needed. Saiph suggested flat without cavaletti or ground poles for the first month; add cavaletti and ground poles and slight slopes with trotting and cantering for second month; resume normal activities on third month.

Post-ride; she wasn't even sweaty!
Keeping slopes out of the workout is nigh impossible at home. I live in WV! Smack in the middle of are the Mountain State only the eastern half really has the sizable mountains)! The barnyard is flat. Any other riding from the barn involves hills, though there is only 1 short incline between me and the rail trail which is flat... At any rate, bottom line is that I'll have to trailer away to gain more flat area to work on.
the Appalachians at that (no, the whole state is not within this mountain chain, though we

I will likely move faster through the program than what is described above, but will do so cautiously. We are walking and trotting ground poles currently. I have to hold her back from trying to canter, too. Yes, only after two rides! And only riding in the "boring" barn yard. She just gets a little eager and zoomy on our 1 minute trot sessions right now and will go into her ~10mph trot without any encouragement on my part. As BO has observed, watching Q's behavior while she moves suggests a horse that has no concern about pain at all. Her eyes are bright, her ears are forward and eager, her movement is forward and steady with no noticeable hitches in her stride and movement.

My goal for the rehab riding is to keep it to flats as much as I can these next two months. Barn yard. Rail trail. Flat USFS road in the adjacent county. Trailering to the local arena. Trailering to lessons.

Wait, lessons?! Yes, lessons. There is a centered riding instructor about an hour and a half north of me. I'm looking forward to trailering Q up there some next month and August for a few lessons. The concepts I gain from her coupled with the 101 Dressage Exercises book will be great training for little miss Q. And then, come August, its back to jumping, back to trails, back to "full" training (3 days a week: 1x speed intervals, 1x hills, 1x strength incorporating dressage, jumping, and distance into those categories) with the goal of doing Fort Valley I and II at the very end of October.

The accident has definitely been a blip in our competitive career, but a good thing as far as progressing our teamwork and abilities in other disciplines that will ultimately help our endurance career. I'm looking forward to moving forward with dressage concepts this summer.



Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Riding hurts

...or at least riding youngsters hurts.

Saturday mid-morning I headed out with D and T to do a little ride on a flat road in the adjacent
county. D's been telling me about this road for awhile noting how awesome it would be for Griffin since its relatively flat. He'll be 3 years old next month, and while I've started him under saddle, I don't want to do frequent or heavy US work with him yet. So a flat road ride through the woods on USFS road that doesn't get a lot of traffic sounded like a perfect idea.

We loaded the three horses into the stock trailer - Griffin loaded like an old pro - and headed out. Upon arrival at our destination about 30 minutes away from the barn, I pulled Griffin off the trailer to find him VERY sweated up from the ride. Poor fella was a little stressed (and it was hot and humid) from the ride. No heavy breathing though. Within 10 minutes he was drying off. Not bad for first trailer ride away from the farm.

We tacked up the horses and headed down the road; Griffin wasn't even bothered by the Renegades I'd tossed on his front feet, he'd never worn them prior! Good man. The rpad was a very gentle grade that followed along the upper contour lines of the Blackwater Canyon. Intermittently shady and sunny.

Griffin started out so eagerly. He has an incredibly fast walk it seems. He plowed out ahead of the other two horses fearlessly. He led for much for the first third of the ride. He oggled a few boulders along the roadside, but learned quickly that while they are big and contrast in color greatly from the surroundings that they aren't, in fact, horse-eating monsters.

We stopped through a campground to see if the horses would drink from the stream about a third of the way through the ride. The seasoned ex-endurance horse (19 yr. old Arab) plodded down through the little single track leading to the stream and right into the water. Oliver (4 yr. old KYMH) hesitated a bit, but did go down and get a drink - D led him.

I also decided to lead Griffin down when it was his turn. He was having none of it. I think the majority of the issue was that the stream bed was bedrock/boulder which were all a very light cream/white color in comparison with the surroundings. This wigged him out. He's encountered streams, but not with a bedrock-type like this. Ultimately I grabbed a stick and did the same routine I did (and Dom does) to get a horse to load on a trailer. We never made it all the way to the stream (sigh) but we did end on a positive note of him stepping forward. Note to self: bring dressage whip always for future outings! That stick wasn't big, but far more dense and therefore heavy.

We plodded along down the road a ways further. A large stumpy branch was stuffed in a sink hole in the road to ward away cars. Griffin bravely surpassed this "monster" first before the other horses. Very good boy! However, a little ways further there was a stream crossing in the middle of the road. Same cream/white bedrock. We had to herd Griffin across it, but it didn't take much effort. On the way home later it was a non-issue.

We got to what I deemed should be the turn-around point for our ride and headed back. When we were about half way back to the trailer after the turn-around the "fun" began. My steady-eddy youngster decided he was through being awesome and would now exhibit some true greenie behavior.

We were chatting away, walking three abreast down the road with Griffin on the far right. I don't know WHAT he saw or WHY he did it, but suddenly (within a 3 second span) he leaped straight up into the air, swerved/dodged to the left, threw a  buck or two, and suddenly I was hitting the ground. I sat the jump and the swerve/dodge and the first buck but the second had me off. I 'd maneuvered well enough to not crash into the ground at too bad an angle, but still landed HARD on my right hip, catching myself with my right hand. It was as graceful as it could have been, all things considered. Still hurt like a bitch though.

And the freak thing? (Because clearly having freak occurrences with my horses is the norm?!) In his acrobatics Griffin managed to throw off his rope halter with attached Zilco bridle and Cashel quiet-ride fly mask. HUH?! For those of you familiar with those products you know they all clamp down rather securely. I don't know HOW Houdini managed this bit of action, but he did. It will remain a mystery much as Q's mechanism of injury from the No Frills ride. Additionally, a stirrup and accompanying leather came off, too. Wintec saddle stirrup leather bars have no "lock in" so when torqued from the right direction they come off easily; this has never been a problem. I figure my leg must have flown backward in my attempt to right myself in my fall.

So here's the scene now: I'm gathering up the halter/bridle/flymask + stirrup and leather and Griffin is trotting the opposite direction free as a bird with nothing on his head to catch him with. D and T try to wrangle him with no luck. I gather myself and try to wrangle him with no luck. He darts in the opposite direction with speed when anyone nears him. Little shit.

We participated in this song and dance routine for about a half hour. Many expletives were said, most of which were in English but with a horrible French accent because it made the words sound better. "Come here you leetle sheet foo-kair!" Yep. Lots of that. Eventually, with all manner of tactics attempted, we gave up. He was headed toward the trailer and I just decided to follow him.

I set off at a nice little walking pace along the left side of the road, Griffin on the right about 20 yards
I've decided he should wear purple and Q should wear the
orange; both colors pop better on the horses
ahead. I kept my eyes downcast and my pace steady. I paid him absolutely no mind and just focused on keeping my pace steady. Within 3 minutes or so the distance between he and I had dwindled to nothing, then he let me pass him, then he stopped and turned away slightly. It was funny because his body positioning in relation to mine was as if he'd been lunging me and was asking me to come into him. I approached and haltered him as if nothing had happened. He'd realized that I'd quit playing his game and gave up. Note to self: Don't even start playing his game in future occurrences.

We removed his Renegades so he had to think a helluva lot more about what he was doing with his feet for the last bit of the ride and headed on our way. No more antics. No more issue. Back to being a solid little citizen.

He loaded up like an old pro back at the trailer. I downed some ibuprofen. And that was that. I ended up spending most of Sunday lying around as a result of being SO SORE, but not too worse for the wear all things considered.

The one incident left a pretty bad taste in my mouth about the day, but overall, he did SO well for his first away-from-barn outing. He was forward, brave, and responsive 90% of the time. I'm bound to end up a little black and blue during the training of my greenie. Glad its not any worse.


Monday, June 3, 2013

Griffin: Fawn-stomper

I have a post per Griffin's first away-from-farm ride coming later tonight or tomorrow, but in the mean time I want to share this story from my BO from this morning:

When I took Keely for her 6:30am walk the horses were at the fence and all was well. At 7am, I went to the kitchen and looked out the window - they were all clustered together and focusing HARD (ears pricked, necks arched, tails up) on the ground. At first I thought it must be a snake but then realized it was too cold for snakes. They'd focus on the ground then look up towards the road - I suspect the mom was vocalizing. They started pawing the ground, etc ... about that time I figured it must be a fawn. Just when I made that conclusion, Griffin reared up into the air and came down hard with both front feet. I high-tailed it out there and indeed, it was a little fawn.....all was well (no broken bones -that I could feel-, breathing/heartbeat steady, no bleeding). I ran the horses off and left it alone. I'll go back out after a while and make sure mom collected it.
 

Who would guess that horses would react that way? National Geographic moment on a Monday...... never dull.

Sunday, June 2, 2013

Lunging the beasts

First up, Griffin over one of the jumps. He did excellent considering the tight space and Kenai being a tardface about everything. I'm glad Griffin is so willing and eager to do things like this.



And then Q over ground poles. The video doesn't do justice how gorgeous her coat is lately. I LOVE how dark and shiny it is with all of the brown accents pre-sun bleaching from summer.



Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Superb Holiday Weekend




Best Memorial Day weekend in a long time!

I work 4-10s (ten hours four days a week) so I always have 3-day weekends. This is really awesome when holidays fall on Mondays and I get a bonus 4-day weekend. With a very large upcoming expense later this summer I've decided to more or less "stay-cation" for the rest of the year, my hopes for a 3 week road trip out west postponed another year. However, prior to beginning my I-will-not-leave-WV status, I decided a long-talked about trip to NJ to see Dom was in order!

To say we had fun would be an understatement. A huge understatement. We had an absolute blast.

I took Thursday off work to extend my "weekend" to a whopping 5 days. I left WV early that morning, doing my best to get to NJ before it was time for Dom's lesson with a client that I was going to go watch/photograph. Traffic wasn't bad and I made record time, though I have to state that the PA Turnpike and its exorbitant tolls are awful. However, for this trip, time was money and getting there early without having to deal with DC/Baltimore traffic was key.

As I arrived the heavens let loose with rain. Dom's lesson was postponed for another day - a phone call which was made while we both stood in the rain, me in a blaze orange poncho rescued from a hidden/forgotten pocket of my car, Dom with no jacket. She (and the dogs) were drenched and I was merely dripping.

We went inside to await Mike's arrival home from work, changed clothes, and all headed out for me to meet the infamous motley equine crew.

The rain paused for our visit. The dogs ran amok happily. I baffled at the size of OTTBs, of which my area in WV has very few. I scowled in disgust at guinea hens for which I have no love. Herbie pestered us all with attempts to play fetch. We laughed at Ozzy's antics. He bowed, pretzeled, smiled, massaged, and said "Whaaattt?!" I like Standardbreds, especially this goofy one.

We returned home, washed the muddy puppies, and all proceeded to sit in front of some sort of screen for most of the evening, talking throughout. Mike cooked us all up steaks that I'd brought from the local butcher at home (nomz), and the social activities continued. We're very good at socializing with screens.

Friday morning Mike had to go to work (boo). The weather didn't suck (yet) but it was trending that direction. The temps had dropped 20-30° from previous days and the wind had picked up. Dom had a trailer-loading issue client at 2p, so after a lazy morning of dreading going out in the dreary weather, we headed out.

Her client was a big red QH who had commitment issues with trailer loading. I'll let Dom tell that story as it pleases her, but the short of it is that she worked her magic (aka: patience and understanding) and all is well now.

Dom provided me with a brief tour of the area on our way to and from the client. For anyone who thinks of NJ per lame reality shows, guess what? Those parts of NJ are very tiny and the rest of the state is beautiful. Dom's area was an absolute horse paradise. Acres and acres and acres of rolling green pastures bordered by trees and a variety of fencing. Beautiful.

After a little "engine trouble" in front of a Lotus dealership on our way home, the rest of our day was spent hiding away in the house, sitting behind various screens and socializing. This was briefly interrupted by a comical trip to the grocery store that ended with the purchase of temporary tattoos (this is what is happening in the ridiculous photo at the beginning of this entry). Big boooo thanks to the weather, we had an evening full of a LOT of laughter.

Saturday dawned, Mike headed to work, and Dom and I had a lazy morning and then headed out for the day. The goals: Make sure all horses were upright; Ride the fat pony; Let the dogs run amok and become tired; Play with other horses as time allowed; Visit tack stores Liz doesn't have access to at home; HAVE FUN. These were all more or less achieved.

Horse time: JR was none too thrilled about his new exercise program, but he's a great sport about it and can't deny jumping. Pony loves it. I was eager to hop upon a horse that knew his jumping job as Q only guesses and I only guess. It was nice to be able to work on me some. Dom gave me a great lesson, noting what I do solidly and what I need to fix. The synopsis? My errors are all things that can be fixed more or less "simply". Things that are hard to fix - lower body positioning - I have down pretty solid. My biggest issues? Holding onto the damn reins and keeping my elbows in and releasing at the proper time. I think all of these things are evident in past photos of my jumping/riding.

I have such little opportunity for proper instruction and riding at home. Hell, its rare that I'm even riding with another person most of the time. Ari and I are able to get together here and there, but even then we're on more or less the same level and do our best to critique one another as we go. I hope to trailer somewhere late summer for some lessons with Q. I need my butt kicked.

This point made, it's obvious why I was pretty eager to ride JR. I had a blast. Dom's a phenomenal instructor. I was able to right most of my wrongs and proceed well through the line I was jumping. At one point, JR the jump-hunter hunted out the John Deere jump when I was paying NO mind at all - I'd lost my reins again. He jumped it, I had nothing(?) in hand, flailed a little, and then saved it. Dom had a really good laugh about it later. (I did, too.) I'm really amazed I saved it and I lament equally with Dom that it was not captured on camera.

After I'd finished with the pony she got on and kicked his little rear. I'd done some dressage work with him,
enough to greatly help my understanding of terminology as it relates to the application of the concept, but not enough to make the pony really work. He knows who'll kick his rear and who won't. I feel he responded fairly well to me, but still, not like Dom. I think there might have been a little bit of the "oh shit" look in his eyes as he realized she was about to put him to work.

He responded beautifully for her though. She jumped her first crossrails since her accident this past winter. Huge step. I'd elaborate more, but I'm certain she'll tell it better on her own blog. ☺ I'd say she's back in the game though!

Post JR exercise, she fetched Dancer and lunged him a bit to assess how he's doing since his unexpected time off. He moved out well, responsive and chill. Such a great horse. So calm and level-headed. He's going to make someone a really fantastic athlete. Willing and level-headed about what is asked of him. I was very impressed with what little of his personality I was able to experience. He even did his first crossrail on lunge. Hesitant at first, but so happy to comply once he knew what was asked of him. "AH! MONSTER." "No, Dancer, like this!" "Oh, like this?" "Yes!" "Oh, well, alright then, I can do that."

Dancer
Non-horse time: I have no tack stores at home beyond TSCo. I expressed interest in visiting a tack store or two while there. Dom complied. First stop had a consignment section. I walked in not expecting to buy anything and came out with a new pair of Ariat Terrains, a double-jointed full cheek snaffle, and a hi-vis riding vest. Damnit. We'd perused the non-consignment part of the store, babbling, dreaming, and goofing, and THEN we waltzed into the consignment part. First trip into the corner with the bits to see if the bit I was looking for was there spelled doom for my wallet. The boots abutted the bit section. I was thinking to myself, Oh, I should see if they have the Terrains in my size to double check if they fit. Don't want to drop $90 right now, but it will be good to know my size. Oh...wait a minute. *grabs only pair of Terrains off consignment shelf, looks at tongue, MY SIZE, $45?!?!?!* I tried the boots on and claimed them as mine. Dom was looking at the bit at this point in time, we both agreed it seemed the size I wanted...for $10. We used a tape measure at the check out, 4½". Just what I'd been after! For good measure, as we left the consignment room I snatched up the hi-vis vest for a whopping $3. Seriously, this place was better than the Equine Affaire for me price-wise.

Saturday evening we headed to the train station to pick up Dom's friend Margaret who was coming in for an overlapping visit while I was there. More horse people?! YES PLEASE. Upon my request, we held a sign for her and stood - all alone - on the train platform when she arrived. Laughter all around. Good times commence immediately! Another evening of eats, screens, and socializing.

Sunday dawned with beautiful weather. Dom, Margaret and the dogs and I headed to the barn for the first of two barn/horse sessions that day. Margaret had her first jumping lesson on JR and did AMAZINGLY. She's such a solid rider. Dom and I were both jealous of her elbows, haha. So much fun watching her ride around and jump for the first time.

I hopped on fat pony next and continued my jumping from the previous day. Dom noted my micromanaging of silly things (worrying about when the jump was coming) and instead gave me other things to think about and micromanage instead. This was EXACTLY what I needed. I redirected my worries about where the jump was and focused instead on keeping my damn elbows in, fingers closed, and releasing. My concentration on these things also directed itself as "Liz looks at clouds while jumping". Legit. Nice rhomboidal cloud in the western horizon. This is obvious in the photos. I've not had a problem with "eyes up" before this. Apparently deep concentration = cloud watching?

At any rate, my jumping JR was much smoother this day. I even jumped my first course! This was Dom's (and my) goal for me for the weekend with the pony. I had a blast.

We put JR away and got Traz out to be schooled. Dom was ready to step up her game for client horses. I had a blast photographing her every move with him once we entered the ring. Just idly watching someone so skillful with horses is always fun and a great learning process. She lunged him for a bit to see where his head was/put him in the working mindset and then mounted up.

He was a good boy minus one minor spazz attack in a corner. Dom put him through his paces and jumped him some after that. He calmed down considerably as her session with him went; he really put on his working face and did his best to comply with her requests and remember what he'd been taught.

When she'd finished she offered if Margaret or I were interested in trying the big guy. I paused, thinking, Margaret said nothing, I figured when would I get an opportunity to try a big OTTB again? So I spoke up and said I'd give it a go. I'm really glad I did.

Traz is green, but honest with his efforts. Between Dom's explanations, my execution of her instruction, and Traz's response, I learned a lot from the big redhead. It was daunting to ride such a huge horse in comparison to my little guys, but it felt right to have all that extra body and neck where my horses are tiny. I felt pretty secure. With a little time, Dom asked if I was comfortable doing a few crossrails. I hesitated a moment again, and after the same short thought process decided, sure!

Once more, glad I made the decision. I had a blast jumping the big guy. The concepts I'd learned flowed together and cemented more for me as I continued riding him over the line of 2 crossrails. Dom's encouragement as I rode boosted my confidence in myself which (I think) correlated to my riding. Traz is an awesome horse; his owner will be cleaning up in the show ring with him before long, I'm sure of it!

We finished with Traz, untacked him and turned him out. We decided food would be a good idea at this point so we headed back to the house to order pizza, sit behind screens, and socialize. We finished our food and awaited Mike's arrival home from work, and then we all headed back out to the barn for some Ozzy time! Another small goal of mine for the weekend was to ride a Standardbred and Dom wanted to see to it that this happened.

Ozzy is SUCH a character. It was so great to 1. meet him 2. ride him and 3. experience and laugh at all of his antics. I seriously have never met a horse with so much personality. LOVE this horse. He and Dom fit together so well - goofy and sweet.

Riding him was first thrilling, then terrifying, and then a blast. Dom says he can trot at 26 mph. He paces and gaits and canters and gallops, too. I was zooming around the ring squealing about how fast he was. I ended up taking two goes on him, the first a brief few terrifying rounds, then as I watched Margaret and Dom ride him (and put him through his paces) I became more comfortable with how he moved and behaved in the ring; confident that I could ride and enjoy him.

The first go was the thrilling slightly scary round. He's a complete goofball and speed demon at the same time. He knows to behave with his body so he will drop his head and turn it this way and that as he bobs along to keep himself entertained. SO GOOFY. Dom assured me, "He won't do anything dirty." A ¼ of the way around the ring moments after she says this he decides he'll throw this goofy buck/crow-hop fit. As I'm such a goofball and wanted more than anything right then to just GO and I was all, "Buttttttttt....!?"
riding that through trying to get his head up to prevent more bucking, I called to her, "No dirty stuff, huh?" And then we all had to laugh. He's

The second go on him after Margaret and Dom, I let him go a bit faster with more trust. I focused on myself and my abilities in the saddle more than his speed. I was able to really laugh a lot and have even more fun. <3 Standardbreds. So much fun. If I ever come across one with HALF as much personality as Ozzy I'll snatch it up. Dom, Ozzy is truly a gem. You're a lucky lady to have such a great guy (okay, okay, two great guys, sorry, Mike, haha) in your life. ☺

We ended our horse evening with some goofy photos with the three of us and Ozzy, headed back to the house for a venison dinner, and sat behind screens again socializing.





Monday dawned earlier than the other mornings, I made breakfast with ramps and potatoes for the crew and then had to roll home. I brought Herbie's little kitten home with me, my piece of NJ to cherish forever, haha. I'm calling him (K)Atticus - the K is silent. He turned 5 weeks old this week, I'm sure updates on him will follow with time.

Overall, I had one of the greatest weekends I've ever had with some truly wonderful people. Any time with horses is well-spent and time spent with horse-crazy ladies with level-heads and solid riding skills is a time VERY well-spent. I laughed, so so so much, learned things, made a new friend, and strengthened other friendships. So many people don't understand the blogosphere, but it certainly brings some kickass awesome folks into my IRL world. Thanks for an incredible weekend, Dom & Mike (& Bryce). I'll see two of you later this summer. ☺

And now, have some MORE pictures!



on our way
So much love
oohhh noooo engine trouble!  Oh, and Loti!
+10 awesome points if you recognize this infamous blogged-about horse!
from no loading to self-loading!
"mom, I'm NOT in the ring"
ermahgerd, pink helmetz
Lookit the cloud!
No, fer realz, lookit the cloud!
ZOOOMMMM
Seriously, how perfect are these two together?
 A goofy pair
Grinning...
Always grinning
More grinning
Ohai!