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Weekly Blog Roundup

Here are some interesting blog posts from the horse world!

Pan Am Penny from A Filly’s Best Friend
WHAT. THIS IS SO COOL, YOU GUYS. YES, IT WARRANTS ALL CAPS.

The Custom Bridle Experience From Hell from The $900 Facebook Pony
o.O Yeah. Wow.

How to Put Some Solar Power In Your Fenceline from We Are Flying Solo
GREAT tutorial, very timely for me, excellent explanations and ideas.

Happy Gotcha Day from What Could Possibly Go Wrong?
Lovely tribute to a really special horse, with before & after pictures. What a change!

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TOABH: I’m A Loser, Baby

Let’s talk about your horse’s biggest fail. What did Thunderhooves do that embarrassed you, scared you, shocked you or just annoyed the hell out of you?


Whoo boy. You guys, Tristan was the biggest asshole in the barn for so long. Surprise!
I know, he’s an angel today, but holy mackerel did he take a while to get there. When I got him he was wholly untouched – he had to be put into a squeeze chute to have his feet done and get his vaccines. Not wild anymore, but not domestic by any stretch of the imagination.
Things Tristan used to be bad at: standing to be groomed, getting his halter on and off, picking up his feet, being longed, getting on the trailer, getting caught in the field, standing for a bath, standing in the cross ties, being ridden in the open, being ridden on trails, being ridden in the outdoor arena, being bridled.
Of that whole list, the absolute worst was probably getting bridled. Once he got over having his head handled, which was ~3 months of constant work, we would take a bridle completely apart and re-assemble it on his head, slowly, over the halter. Then, with the bit dangling from one cheekpiece, I would wrap my right hand in the right side of his halter and hold on tight. Then I would cup the bit in my left hand and bring it inch by inch toward his mouth.
The first few weeks (yes, weeks), as soon as the bit touched his lips he would lose his everloving MIND. We would usually do this in a stall, and as soon as the bit touched his lips, he would rear. High. Fast. Hard.
Remember that I had my hand twisted in his halter? Yeah. For a reason. Up I would go with him. WHAM, I would go into the side of the stall. Over and over. Some days as long as an hour or a little bit longer. If I lost my grip, he wouldn’t let me touch his face again, so I had to hold on for dear life and keep the bit near his face no matter what. I would show up at work moving like an old lady, two black eyes, having cried myself to sleep the night before.
The next few weeks, we could get the bit against his lips, but getting it into his mouth involved just as much drama. Up. High. WHAM.
Finally, when I couldn’t take anymore, I squared my shoulders, walked into the stall, twisted my hand in the halter, and got ready.
He dropped his head, opened his mouth, and waited.
Ever since, he has been absolutely perfect to bridle. He lowers his head. He waits. He reaches for the bit and settles it where he wants it. A toddler could put a bridle on his head while he’s ground-tied.
I wish it hadn’t been so awful to start, and I wish anything else had worked (believe me, we were committed to patient, gentle methods with him, and nearly everything else eventually worked out with time and positive reinforcement). But I’m glad it did.

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When Should I Retire My Horse?

I’ve been thinking about this post for a long time. Probably close to a year. I’ve gotten closer and closer to saying it out loud, writing it down, putting it out there for consumption by the universe.

How do I know when it’s time to retire Tristan?

2015 will come with some big changes, and 2014 had a lot of challenges. Put those two things together and it’s been on my mind more and more.

I know a few things for sure.
I don’t want to wait until he is permanently unsound, unhealthy, or unhappy. I don’t want the decision taken out of my hands. I want him to be comfortable and happy when he retires, and I want the option of getting on bareback for a walk around the field with my best friend. I don’t want to watch him suffer.
I want to retire him with me, on my own property. I want him to be there every morning and every night, and when the time comes, I want to bury him somewhere I can visit. I want to do everything I can for him with my own two hands.
I want to keep riding after I retire him. That will mean a second horse, and it will mean I have to bring him home. 
I know he will be happy in retirement. He will not be one of those horses who paces the fenceline, who gets jealous when the trailer pulls away without him, who nickers for me to come visit. He has always been very much his own creature. He spent over half his life completely on his own. I know he loves me, but I also know that he does not live for his work. He would be happy to be retired to a field tomorrow.
I’m not ready yet. He needs at least light work to keep him sound and happy right now, until he can have a large field to walk around all day. He needs the physical fitness that quality dressage work provides. It keeps him loose and limber and comfortable. And I’m not ready to stop riding him. He turns 20 this year, and there’s no reason he won’t be sound and comfortable for many years yet, and I need my best friend still.
So what’s next?
I started thinking about this almost a year ago, at the end of last winter. I can remember the precise moment when I relinquished ambition for us as a team – it was at the VERDA ride where I crewed for Hannah last summer. Every other time I’d chatted to endurance/CTR people, and they learned I have a mustang, they’d say “Oh, you should do CTRs!” and I agreed, at least in principle – I really did want to do that with him. Last summer, it was like someone else took over my mouth, and I said, “No, it’s not for him anymore. Maybe my next horse.”
Then at the Vermont Moonlight, someone asked again, and again, it was like someone took over my mouth, and I said “He’s semi-retired now, actually.”
I was surprised to hear myself say that, as it wasn’t something I’d actively been thinking, but I’ve been thinking about it more and more. There’s light work that means you’re rehabbing, or busy in your own life, or planning some downtime. And then there’s light work that doesn’t lead to anything – it’s enjoyable for its own end, but it’s simply keeping you both happy and fit and together.
Sometime over the summer, I realized we were in the second category. I started saying it more often out loud: he’s semi-retired now. He’s older. He’s in light to moderate work. He’s never going to fox hunt, or do a CTR, or event. We’ll do some dressage, we’ll trail ride, we’ll work on being a team together, but I don’t have any goals for us, and I’m okay with that.
So what’s the next step? I don’t know. I’m in a weird in-between place. We’ll keep doing what we’re doing, working on fitness and suppleness and fine-tuning what we’ve always worked on. I’ll keep managing his Cushings, and his foot, and his allergies, and his mental state. I don’t feel an itch to do more. When I start to feel that, maybe it will be time. When I start to feel like he’s nearing another milestone, maybe it will be time. 
Until then, stay tuned, I guess.
puppy

Pupdate

Arya had an awesome Christmas, and continues to be the very best of pups. Now that she behaves better in the car, she’s been coming to the barn more often.

The traveling around Christmas was not her favorite, as she’s a dog who likes both of her people together, ideally in the same room and doting on her. She spent some time with my parents while we visited my fiance’s family (triplet toddlers + puppy = inadvisable), and then came back to Vermont with me while fiance stayed in Massachusetts. She kept an eagle eye out the window for him for three days, and was very happy when he came home.

2015 will be all about the recall for her, as nearly everything else is improving. I’m hoping to purchase a 30′ or 50′ biothane long lead for her to drag. I have a 30′ nylon check lead but it’s kind of crap – it gets tangled easily and it’s in terribly shape after only a few months of light use from all the snags. If she starts to do well on that she may earn herself some off leash time at the barn.

She got a new stuffed Triceratops for Christmas, and she loves it. I spent an hour and a half stitching her toys back together over the weekend and she’s already killed two of them again. Sigh.

Here, have some picspam. 🙂

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Secret Santa Awesomeness

I’m a little behind on this but I returned from my Christmas travel to find my Secret Santa package!

From Karley & Henry at All In, I am REALLY excited for my gift!

First up: a bottle of EquiFuse Gleam! It’s like Karley reached into my brain: the last few times I’ve gone out to the barn, I’ve been working on really deep grooming for Tristan, and that has included adding detangler to his mane and tail to help combat the winter dryness. I had just started thinking about what kinds of moisturizers I could use beyond my very basic detangler, and then not even 24 hours later this arrived at my door!
I used it last night and so far I’m really happy with it. The smell was clean and refreshing, and it worked into his mane and tail beautifully. I didn’t use it throughout, but worked it into the roots on his crest and his dock. I’ll use it a few times a week through the winter and maybe we can go into spring with a lovely lush mane and tail instead of dry rubbed out ickiness. 🙂
There was also a stocking of delicious treats. These were definitely Tristan’s favorite; he couldn’t figure out why I was spending so much time rubbing gunk into his mane, but he gobbled up a treat right away. I was actually running low on treats, so these are a welcome stopgap!
Thank you to Karley and Henry, and to Tracy at Fly on Over for hosting the Secret Santa swap, which is such a fun part of my holiday season.
Last but not least, my gift was for Karen of Not So Speedy Dressage. I was excited to see what she thought, and it turns out she was thrilled. 🙂 I’m really touched to see it received so well. Gift swaps are the best!

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Welcome to my life

Endless, endless circles of the indoor. Sigh.

Bareback December continues to go well. Nothing quite unlocks the lower back like working very hard to stay loose and following in a big bareback trot!

I will be glad to get in a saddle again if for no other reason than we can accomplish more that way. Fitness sets are fine and dandy, but trying to get a good bend in the trot on an unbalanced horse = holy dropped shoulders, Batman.
blog roundup

Weekly Blog Roundup

First of all, Merry Christmas to all who celebrate!

Here’s a roundup of blog posts from this past week.

Tracking Apps for Riding from ‘Fraidy Cat Eventing
Great review of an app I hadn’t heard of before. I’ve been using Endomondo quite a lot, but wondered what else was out there.

Yesterday Was True Horror from Guinness on Tap
This is one of the most difficult blog posts I’ve ever read. It’s really important, though; kudos to Austen for keeping her head, for working so hard to save her horse, for writing an impartial and thoughtful account, and for being brave enough to share it with all of us. She’s not kidding about the graphic photos, though – read at your own risk.

101 Apps for Schooling Inspiration from The Journey to 100 Miles
I love the 101 exercises books – they are far more useful than I would ever have thought. I LOVE the idea of having them in an app format, though the price seems steep. This is a good review of what you get for your money.

In Which We Ride 10 Miles on City Streets from In Omnia Paratus
Liz is approximately 100 million times cooler and more adventurous than I will ever be. SO COOL, YOU GUYS.

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Repost: Horse Christmas Ornaments

I was reminded by Lauren’s post about her horsey Christmas ornaments to repost something I shared last year – a few photos of my favorite horse Christmas ornaments.

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Our Christmas tree has four main themes: geeky (Back to the Future, Star Trek, Doctor Who), Swedish (tre kronor, “God Jul,” flags, Dala horses), Boston sports (Red Sox, Patriots, Bruins, and the infamous Rene Rancournament) and…equestrian.

Here are some of my favorite equestrian ornaments, from a collection built over the last few years.

One of my favorites, from Maple Landmark Woodcraft in my college town.
A gift from my aunt and uncle.
My newest, an instant favorite. I bought it at The Breakers while at a work conference.
Do you have any horse-themed ornaments or holiday decorations? What are they?
longeing · puppy

Lunatic Longeing Pony

I worked on Christmasy things for my day off yesterday: made cake for cake balls, worked on some crafts, wrapped presents, crocheted, all of the above.

I also hit refresh on the package tracking for my Secret Santa gift approximately eight hundred million times. DAMMIT, UPS. I was so on top of things, and then it turns out it was a three week order and the shipping was slooooooooow. SIGH. Today, hopefully!

Anyway: when I headed out to leave, Arya ignored the food I had left for her and sat in front of the door and whined so hard her whole body was shaking. She is already the whiniest dog in the whole world – crying is her love language basically – but this was a cut above. So I gave in and brought her to the barn.

Now, the last time Arya came to the barn and hung out in my car while I was riding, she puked all over the driver’s side of my then-brand-new car. Like, everywhere. I was cleaning puppy vomit out of the window buttons with a goddamn toothpick.

Anyway. I walked her around a bit and we worked on focusing and behaving when everything in the whole world was more exciting than focusing on me: eating poop, eating snow, playing with other barn dogs, eating hay, eating poop…you name it. She’s nowhere near off leash ready yet, so that involved quite a lot of “WHOOOOO” and hitting the end of the leash, and then having a focused session about behaving on a loose leash, getting treats for touching my hand, re-focusing on me, walking when I said…etc. Some people can let their 14 month old dogs off leash. Arya’s brain would immediately unspool out of her ears and she would never come back. Ah well.

Then, the test: I put her in my car, settled all the various snacks out of the way, closed the door, and kept my fingers crossed.

I opted to put Tristan on the longe line. Just bridle, no surcingle and chambon. He’s been working really well that way, and today was another example. He’s in a great weight right now, and feeling good from the pergolide and pentosan. He moved out nicely, and responded well – even felt good enough to throw a couple of bucking fits as his back loosened up.

He worked for about 25 minutes overall, and over a pole from time to time. As I’ve been longeing him more and more, I’m learning that he doesn’t longe very well at the canter. He tips in, and I have no good way to correct him in the longeing setup I’m using. (I could go to double lines, but I haven’t done that with him in years and quite frankly I’m lazy.) He motorcycles and drops his inside hip and bends to the outside. That pushes him off balance and leads to a bit of a frantic scramble. He’ll get half a circle or so of a good pushing canter (and he’s starting to lift through his back the teensiest bit when he does that, which is exciting), and then fall in and scramble.

Trot, now – he works beautifully at the trot on the longe line. Nice and lifting and after a canter, a loose back and stretchy gaits. He’s becoming a pleasure to watch, truly. It’s so nice to see him building strength again!

He actually got a bit warm from the longeing, so I left him under a cooler with a note for the barn staff to put his blanket back on at grain time – just about 45 minutes later.

And Arya? Behaved perfectly. Cried and screamed up a storm when I got back to the car, but we stopped for McDonald’s on the way home, and some fries went a long way toward rehabilitating me as a parent in her eyes.