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Weekly Blog Roundup

Back on the horse…a few blog posts from this past week.

Stay Classy – How to Share Photos from Professional Photographers from Pony’tude
This x100000.

My Horse Hubby aka My Other Half from The Jumping Percheron
My husband is basically the opposite of horsey, so this is a really sweet tribute – and I may be a bit jealous of a husband who will hold horses at a show…

A Coincidental Coming Together of Talents from Eventing Nation
I bawled.

Fancy Pants from The $900 Facebook Pony
I feel like it was just last year that I struggled to find non-beige breeches. The times they are a-changing.

DIY: How to Make Pill Hider Horse Treats from DIY Horse Ownership
Ooooooooooh.

Ecolicious Equestrian Giveaway from The Legal Equestrian
I’m always up for a good giveaway, and this looks particularly fun!

Why I volunteer from Hand Gallop
A lovely summary and call for volunteerism.

When does control become abuse? from The $900 Facebook Pony
A really, really important conversation to have.

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Of Eventing, Risk Assessment, and William Fox-Pitt

If you have been following international equestrian news in the past week, and more particularly eventing news, you are probably already aware that one of the leading event riders in the world, William Fox-Pitt of Great Britain, fell from a horse while on course at the Le Lion d’Angers Young Event Horse CCI** Championships.

Fox-Pitt is a genuinely masterful rider and a lovely person. He is probably in the top 0.1% of most experienced, talented, and successful horsemen alive today.

from the Bromont 3 Day Event, photo by me

Following his fall, the course was held for an hour (it’s unclear whether he was being worked on that entire time, or whether he was transported immediately and the hold was due to other logistical factors). He was brought to a hospital. He was medically sedated for observation due to a traumatic brain injury.

There have been no updates since, and no details, which is of course the family’s prerogative; but it does not look good.

The Chronicle of the Horse forums, which, say what you will about them, are always a good place to go for ardent discussion of breaking news, have been covering the incident extensively, and sharing some really wonderful stories about Fox-Pitt’s good-natured personality, sportsmanship, and extraordinary horse sense. (All of that also comes through if you’ve ever read his autobiography, which I highly recommend.)

from the Bromont 3 Day Event, photo by me

Fox-Pitt’s fall has intersected with emotional ongoing debates about the nature of eventing as a sport: where is it headed, is it too dangerous, has it changed for the worse, and how to address the increasingly common news of human and horse injury and death in upper level eventing. (Some other bloggers have addressed this as well, among them SprinklerBandit’s In Defense of Eventing.)

I don’t have answers for any of that. I don’t think anyone does.

Here’s one thing I want to take a stand on, however. An argument which comes up time and time again when this discussion happens is that being involved with horses is inherently dangerous. When a horse dies on the cross-country course, someone is guaranteed to say, “Well, he could have tripped out in pasture.” When a rider dies or is seriously injured while competing, someone is guaranteed to say, “Well, I know someone who died just leading their horse back to the barn.”

from the Bromont 3 Day Event, photo by me

I’m officially fed up with that argument. Below, I have copied the text of a post I finally made after I got angrier and angrier reading the COTH thread. The post I responded to is at the top, in italics.

Honestly…I’ve known riders killed going for a walking hack on a reliable horse. I’ve also known (not just know of) people with TBIs in a coma for days doing dressage. I’ve also known 3 people killed by horses just handling them…got kicked in very normal situations with normal horses. My worst injury came during a dressage school. I don’t think you ever know what will cause you to question the danger….but most people I do not really think understand the danger until they do. Our minds do not let us think about otherwise we would all never get into a car on a daily basis.   

While I wholeheartedly agree with the second half of this post (that we must all make our own personal decisions based on our own risk assessment), I keep hearing this argument over and over and I’m starting to get frustrated with it.

For me, it’s a false equivalency. It’s the same argument used to justify not wearing a helmet – “I can get killed at any time around horses, so why bother wearing a helmet while riding?” Yes, you can, and yes, you should. The two situations are not mutually exclusive.

Horses are dangerous. No one sensible would say otherwise; we can all reel off the names of riders seriously injured or killed in freak accidents. My worst riding fall came while walking on a loose rein in a field; after my horse hand spent a solid 90 minutes behaving abominably, he calmed down, was quiet and well-behaved…and tripped. I went off. My helmet split. I got a concussion and screwed up my back permanently. So believe me, I get the “horses are dangerous at all times” argument.

But. Here’s the thing. Saying that extrapolates from the anecdotes and the statistically practically inconsequential freak accidents and tries to create a big risk umbrella that belies the significantly higher risk that any rider takes on when raising the activity and difficulty level of an equestrian sport.

What I’m trying to say is: yes, you can be injured while just standing next to a horse. But your odds for being injured go up as you go along the continuum: longeing, riding, dressage, jumping, and cross-country. Riding a horse cross-country is without question one of the more dangerous things you can do on horseback. It just is. There are more variables, there is more speed, there is more adrenaline, and there are infinitely more things that can go wrong. Ratchet that up as you go up the levels, with more athletic horses, bigger jumps, faster courses, and trickier questions. It becomes a sheer numbers game.

Possibly the best event rider in the world was very seriously injured riding what seems to many to be a straightforward fence, at a level he had done hundreds of times before. The fact that troubles me is that we’ve cornered the numbers game so that even the very, very best that have ever participated in this sport cannot do so safely. Not with any consistency. It’s not a question of whether they will be seriously injured. It’s a question of when. If not the riders, then the horses. I find that deeply troubling and unbelievably sad. 

The problem is not “oh well you could get killed doing anything with horses.” The problem is that eventing seems to have become an unacceptably high risk endeavour, and we can’t catch up fast enough with safety measures. The former does not justify the latter. 

Look: I love eventing, but when you add up the numbers of horses and riders seriously injured or killed, you can’t ignore the pattern. So far, the answer seems to be, well, that’s the price we pay for having eventing as a sport. And that frustrates me.

from the Bromont 3 Day Event, photo by me

The “you could get killed doing anything around horses” argument is the “guns don’t kill people, people kill people” argument of equestrian sport.

They are both true, but simply saying them and refusing to consider statistics, evidence, and attempt a more nuanced understanding of risk assessment is naive and counterproductive.

We need to nip this argument in the bud, acknowledge that there are things we do that can dramatically increase or lessen the danger and risk inherent in any particular activity, and not simply say that all the risk levels involved in horses are equal, and therefore we sign an imaginary contract saying we’re ok with whatever happens next. We should not be ok with what happens next.

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An Ode to the Best Barn Manager

I’ve been at quite a few barns with Tristan. Some of them have been spectacular. Some of them have been actively dangerous. Most of them have been decidedly mixed.

The barn I am currently at is the best-managed that I have ever seen.

There are a thousand small grace notes in the basics: the layout, the avenues of communication, the ample supplies, the wealth of knowledge, the friendliness and efficiency of everyone.

One area that has to stand out, though, is our barn manager.

I write this on the heels of a 25 minute phone call in which we did a rundown on Tristan and his latest batch of stuff. I called initially see whether they could help me out with soaking Tristan’s ever-problematic RF, but we covered a lot more ground in the conversation.

She had thought up a gradual plan for weaning Tristan off his summer fly mask + antihistamines, with a timeline that would coincide with an upcoming barn-wide vet visit; that way, if his eye blows up again (which would mean it’s a tear duct or eye problem rather than the allergies we strongly suspect) the vet will be there to check on it when it’s actively causing problems.

She has two other horses getting their ACTH levels tested on that same day, and she had talked things through with the vet to make sure that we were well enough past seasonal rise for the tests to make sense. She wondered if Tris should go on that list too; yes! Getting an ACTH re-check for his Cushings was on my list this fall.

She wanted to make sure that my concerns about our new farrier were allayed, and reported that she’d had conversations with the two other owners using him, and they had reported that they were happier as well, so she was satisfied that he was doing a good job. She had been actively managing his first three visits, checking in with owners, and making sure he was a good enough farrier for the barn to recommend to people. She would never have said “you can’t use him,” but she wanted to make sure we were happy and she was ready to intervene if we needed help or advice.

These are just today’s details. I have conversations like this with her on a nearly weekly basis. When Tristan had his surgery and rehab she was amazingly helpful, though she’d known me and Tristan for less than six months. In the time since she’s provided help, advice, and friendship on everything under the sun. She always gives me good ideas, or helps finesse my ideas, and makes it easier on me to ask for barn help by giving me clear outlines of what would be most useful for them. She was instrumental in helping to figure out Tristan’s blanketing regime last year, and I know she was tweaking it constantly, right up to the end, checking all her horses multiple times a day to make sure they were warm enough, not too hot, that their blankets fit right, and on and on.

She is unfailingly cheerful, kind, generous, and thoughtful. She loves all the horses in her care, and I have never seen anyone work harder to do right by them and to keep constantly updated through new research, new ideas, new best practices, and new ways to help them. She is always experimenting with new systems to make things more efficient, smarter, tidier, and easier for everyone, and she is a keen discerner of the line between “too many new systems” and “things that genuinely will make life better.” She knows when to drop a line of experimentation and when to keep searching for the thing that will work.

She has extraordinary powers of observation and works well with a wide variety of owners – from me, who tends toward the hands-on and neurotic, to other owners, who have semi-retired or leased-to-the-barn horses and are 99.9% absentee. I have never felt for a moment that I was bothering her, that I was not communicating well, that I could not ask a question, or that I was worried to ask for – or give – clarification. Even at 10:00 pm at night.

She also texts. Which is awesome.

So: here’s to awesome barn managers at large, and to mine in particular. I often feel like I don’t appreciate her enough, though obviously I tell her frequently and at length how terrific she is. I’m going to try to make a resolution to do more tangibly, like bringing baked goods to the barn and maybe getting some gift certificates for her to use.

Have you had a barn manager or other barn staff member who has just been amazing? What kinds of things did he or she do that were above and beyond?

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Tail Update: What the Vet Said

So, when I posted that Tristan’s tail lump had mysteriously vanished, I said I would email the vet and check in.

Here’s the email exchange.

Hi Vet,

I went out to the barn on Monday, and Tristan’s wrap had come off when he came in from the field, finally. (It was on for 5 weeks!)

There is…nothing at all on his tail. No stitches, no lump, only a vague maybe-sorta outline where the lump was.

So, I guess it’s all over with? I’m puzzled but glad, I guess. Weirdo horse.

Her reply. The bolding is mine.

It’s our beads! Non-cancerous tumor or not, they shrunk the growing tissue. As an aside, I’m thinking of doing a research project on this. It is very interesting. Glad they are gone and he is well!!

My horse: subject of a research paper, coming soon. If she actually does write it I will absolutely share it.

(For those wondering what happened to the radioactive beads: I, too, am wondering. My best guess is that since they were “bioabsorbable” they did indeed absorb fully and are gone, and that the half-life of the radioactivity was such that there is no concern. I have emailed the vet back to make 100% sure, though. She is SUPER on top of things, so if there were any danger I’m quite confident that she would have followed up.)

At least he is cute.

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Plague stricken

I have both a naaaassty head cold AND house problems. It has been so cold that any kind of exertion outside leads me to a new coughing fit, so no horse time.

After 2.5 weeks of delays, our contractors are finally here, insulating the house, so fingers crossed we stop hearing the great outdoors of Vermont soon. Getting ready for them over and over has involved a lot of scrambling that had chewed through what little time and energy I have right now. 
Needless to say: no week 2 2pointober stats for me.
Here, have some pictures of our last fall trail ride in lieu of thoughtful content.

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Ponies against nukes

Nothing from me today, as I am on a work trip doing research. But I could not let this photograph go unshared.

I believe this is the same horse and rider that subsequently dressed up as Joan of Arc for protests against the Seabrook, NH nuclear power plant.
See, history is fun!

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Weirdo horse gets somehow even more weird: tail update

You guys, I do not even anymore.

Monday afternoon, I went out to ride. Yay.

Tristan’s tail wrap was missing. Lo, the miracle of the Elastikon had at last come to an end; it continued almost two more weeks after I first reported it. Goddamn, you guys, seriously.

Anyway: it was gone now.

So, I lifted up his tail, curious as to what it would look like. It had been nearly two months since we put in the cisplastin beads, and one month since I last looked at it, when it looked like a healing scab.

There was nothing there.

No-thing.

You can sorta-kinda see a vague outline of a maybe-lump in the second picture. That’s where it was.
No stitches.
No lump.
Like nothing ever happened.
Certainly not a $750 ordeal with multiple vet checks and a biopsy and a second lab test on the biopsy and goddamn chemotherapy.
WHY IS MY HORSE SO WEIRD, YOU GUYS.
I mean, I am not complaining. Really, I’m not. I have an email in the vet basically consisting of ?!?!?! and I am a smidge worried that maybe the beads were supposed to come out? Also, the stitches? But other than that, problem seems to be solved without another vet visit.

So, thus ends the saga of the tail tumor, which was weird from point A to point B.

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2pointober: Week One

Good news: Improvement!

Bad news: sonofabitch ow.

It was just too nice to stay inside last night and bang out trot sets, which had been the plan, so I just started off in the indoor and warmed up and then got my new baseline out of the way.

So, our progression thus far:

baseline: 0:47
Week 1: 2:11

BOOM.

Also. Ow.

After the baseline, we headed out to the field for some walking and trotting. Tristan was wholly uninterested and unimpressed and kept tripping. Sigh. But at least it was pretty?