





First, some gratuitous self-promotion: make sure you check in with the Rafflecopter thingy if you participate in the Bel Joeor blog hop about how you’re clipping your horse this year.
Harvard Fox Hounds Opening Hunt from Hand Gallop
In my next life, I’m going to be a foxhunter. Sigh.
PONY’TUDE Goes First Flight from PONY’TUDE
no really. next life. foxhunting.
Quicksilver Fall Classic from DIY Horse Ownership
Mustangs doing endurance! ❤
And your non-horsey read for the week: Inside the Frozen Zoo That Could Bring Extinct Animals Back to Life
Is there a better calming sound in the whole world?
Let’s call this a different variation on Emma’s barn door photo series.
Okay: giving this at try, because I really want advice.
So let’s try a blog hop.
How are you clipping your horse this year? More or less than last year? Are you doing any fun designs?
Let’s make this a bit more appealing, too. If you participate in this blog hop, please come back here and tell me you did so to enter to win a $10 gift card to the horse retailer of your choice!
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Last year, Tristan got basically a light strip clip: down his throat and to his chest. It helped.
(Oh, and lest we forget, I finally got into the world of detail clipping and he rocked a Rebel Alliance insignia on his butt. I’m still insanely pleased with how that turned out.)
He needs more this year.
Because this happened after 35 minutes of dressage work.
I’m pondering an Irish clip. Not his face, because I do not have a death wish, but something that would expose more throat and more chest & stomach, possibly shoulder. No way am I doing a full body clip (he doesn’t need it, I don’t own the clippers for it, see above re death wish).
We’ll see!
So: please tell me what you’re doing so I can pick your brains and relieve some of my anxiety.
I so wanted this to be a finished project post…but you’re getting progress photos instead.
So!
Let’s talk about my office.
Here’s the photo from the real estate listing.
Here’s a close-up of the wallpaper.
Oh, yes.
Somehow, I don’t have a close-up of the border, but: pink and green butterflies. Yup.
Needless to say, down went the wallpaper.
Then, scrubbing off the wallpaper glue which was a PAIN IN THE ASS. Eventually the system was to use a spray bottle of super hot water + vinegar + a little bit of Dawn dish soap.
Above, you can see the scrubbed walls on the left and the gluey walls on the right. Hard scrubbing. Every goddamn inch.
Then: plastering. So much plastering. Endless plastering. Days and days and days of discovering new things to plaster.
Before I get to other blogs: 2pointober update!
Last night’s logged time was…
Some blog posts this week.
Fair Hill Part 1: Brain Dead from The $900 Facebook Pony
Really really good read & thinking about what makes a good event horse.
My mother the equestrian from Hand Gallop
This was really lovely.
Middlebury Equestrian
My undergrad team has a blog!
Sponsored Image from Equestrian at Hart
Really good thinking, especially in light of Marilyn Little’s recent bloody escapades. Do a sponsored rider’s actions influence your view of a company’s products?
Your non-horsey read for the week, about the power of history and thoughtful conversation and kindness and the strength of exposure to different points of view: The White Flight of Derek Black. [triggery for white supremacism]
I am traveling for work, which has the simultaneous effect of making me feel fat and lazy (road food!) while also making me exhausted. Also, I have worked 12+ hours every day this week, so no horse content.
Have a pretty rainy Vermont road instead.
Every horse owner has had this conversation at some point.
“Oh, you have a horse, no way! Hey, little Jimmy really loves animals. Can he come and ride your horse?”
If you haven’t had this conversation, you are either far luckier and/or more unapproachable than I am. Teach me your secrets, please.
I don’t dislike kids. I don’t have any myself, and unless my personality, lifestyle choices, and personal goals all change dramatically in the next few years, I probably won’t have any.
I have a nephew that I adore, cousins, so on and so forth.
But the question of “can my kid ride your horse?” is a fraught one.
First: it’s in how it’s framed. The best, most polite version of this that I’ve encountered takes into account my busy schedule, their kid’s actual level of interest, and does not include the expectation that the child will be riding. Those people usually listen when I tell them that they have to sign the barn’s release form, their kid has to wear appropriate footwear and a bike helmet, and that my rules and my instructions are absolute dictates.
The worst is some variation on “we’re coming on Sunday! kiddo really wants to ride! don’t disappoint us!” I’ve gotten that one too. That gets endless “Nope, sorry, too busy!”
For me, having kids on Tristan is fraught. It takes the place of one of my own riding days, because I don’t have enough time to spend at the barn to do kid stuff and ride. I have to basically enter my professional persona, the part of my brain that assesses kids and their reaction and scales my teaching appropriately. And I have to worry – about the chaos that is small children around a barn, about annoying the other boarders, about the dumb things that often happen around horses happening to a friend and/or their child.
That being said: I’ve done it a number of times. I would and will do it again. I think it’s important both for my own friendships (people are really weird about their kids) and to expose kids to horses, and to teach them how to interact appropriately with animals and to be in an agricultural environment.
Which is a long way of saying that a friend and his four year old visited the barn this week. He definitely falls into the former category, and I’ve know the boy for some time – he’s brave, smart, and sweet, and his parents set good boundaries for him.
Plus, giving a pony ride is Tristan’s favorite way to spend the day. He gets to amble along slowly and carefully. He is a rockstar. He can tell when people are a bit unbalanced on his back, and he thinks hard about where to put every single foot. Let me assure you that Tristan would love nothing better than to give pony rides to small children all day! (Well, nothing except sleeping in a field, but if he has to work for a living, doing as little work as possible is the idea.)
The visit went well. I established ground rules – no running, and inside voice only, because horses get scared easily – and had the boy help me brush him, then stand and watch while I picked Tristan’s feet. It’s important to me that I never present a tacked-up horse to a kid. I always make them wait and help to groom and then tack up.
The boy did great; I’ve had a lot of kids express interest in horses and then freak out once they get there, and refuse touch the horse, or refuse to ride once they’ve gotten close enough to touch. He was game to walk all around the ring, and even asked to go fast. (Nope, sorry, kiddo!) I put down a pole so he could feel Tristan picking up his feet a little bit. Then I got on and showed him a trot and a canter both ways, partially to get Tristan some semblance of exercise. Then we untacked and groomed him again. By then, the kid’s brain had pretty much run out, but 40 minutes is a long time for a four year old to behave so well and do so many new things! I would have him back if it fit into the schedule.
So: have you done pony rides for friends’ kids? How do you handle it? (I’m assuming that those of you who have kids of your own put them on a horse as soon as they can hold their own heads up.)
Let’s get the 2pointober update out of the way: I’m up to 1:50. So…crawling along, basically.
As much as I want to be in the hunt for the awesome prizes, I think that my utter lack of physical activity and exercise beyond riding is hindering me a bit. Don’t get me wrong: I am trying to chip away at fixing that (more walking at work, walking to work when I can) but my job is sedentary and so are most of the rest of my hobbies. And I fucking hate working out. Hate it. It’s the actual fucking worst. Don’t try to convince me otherwise.
Anyway. I digress.
Tristan is still having fun hijinks while outside. Result: he never sets foot outside without his Big Bit. Life is easier when we have one unpleasant conversation about what he is not allowed to do rather than let him bully me around and flail for 15 minutes as I make futile attempts to stop him using his usual snaffle.
Last week, after much pondering, I added a new tool to my strategy: a running martingale.
It may seem absurd, but I’ve never actually ridden this horse in a running martingale before. He’s a perfect candidate for it. His default naughty behavior has always been to fling his head in some way, usually as a precursor to then slamming his shoulders around. Up, sideways, both at the same time, you name it: his neck and head are over-proportioned for his body and they are his first fallback.
(this is where I acknowledge that were I a better rider I would have gotten him past this; I’m not and I didn’t and let’s just assume we’ve had that guilt-trip and move on)
I don’t know why I’ve never tried it. I even own one that has sat, unused, for several years now. I have no good reasons. Partially because no trainer I’ve ever ridden with has suggested it, and it’s only fairly recently that I’ve felt more free to tinker with things by myself. Partially I’ve felt like a failure in figuring things out myself. Partially he HAS been mostly manageable without it.
Well, last week I finally decided to try it and see what would happen.
My office renovation continues to crawl along.
I swear there is not a single square foot of this damn room that does not need plaster.
Including every corner. Every single one. Everywhere a wall meets a wall. Everywhere a wall meets a ceiling. Gaps. Crumbling plaster. Awfulness.
I’ve done corners in other rooms. I hate it. It’s a pain in the ass wedging the plaster in there using the spatula. So I was casting around for a different idea.
And I had a brilliant one.
Let me count the ways in which having a horse has made me more competent and creative. So many ways. This is definitely one of them.
I stopped by Tractor Supply and picked up a 60cc syringe with catheter tip. I filled it with plaster.
BOOM.
Instead of hours carefully wedging plaster into those gaps, with the attendant endless sanding that would’ve been required, I squirted in a line of plaster and then followed up with my corner trowel.
Now, there is still endless sanding, but way WAY less. And instead of getting frustrated and quitting halfway through like the toddler I often mentally am, I did every corner. Every one.
I’m now halfway through sanding them, and it’s not even that bad, as sanding goes.
Hopefully soon – maybe next week – I’ll have some overall project photos to share that include paint color!