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for the third time this year, Gen has been found shivering. All winter I have kept him blanket free, but this spring there have been a few occasions where he is had to get his sheet on. Today was one of those days.

I arrived at the barn to find Gen covered in fresh mud. My first thought was “great, now I can’t brush him” my second thought was ” holy crap, Gen is actually cold”. It is very windy and in the 40s here today. Normally that is no big deal, but I think Gen is actually starting to act like a horse in his 20s. Not helped by the fact his coat can’t fluff up when there is about a quarter inch of wet mud covering it.

So I scrapped the mud off, dried my pony and put his sheet and cooler on to get him warmed up before I put him back out (with his waterproof sheet on). As you can see from the picture below Gen was not happy about this…he would much rather be nakie. At 23 though he may need to get over his hate of blankies…



Do your older horses have issues keeping warm? Or is this just a Gen thing with nothing to do with age??

Sleepy Sunday



Polar Bear Camo



It took me a bit to spot him, but can you see Gen??

So even before Gen got hurt I knew I could not be a “typical retired horse owner”. I always was judgy of those people who would come to give their horse a carrot once a month when they dropped of their board check. When Gen first got hurt everyone said to either put him down, send him to a cheap retirement place out of state, or if I really couldn’t have him be far, at least send him to a full service retirement place close by so I wouldn’t have to deal with him.

I am a full service owner. I like to be involved. I enjoy talking to the vet and asking questions when Gen gets his shots and I don’t mind holding my horse when he gets his feet done (even if he is more of a nudge with me holding than just being on the cross ties). I really don’t mind bringing my own horse in from the field when I am already at the barn or giving my spoiled boy his wormer and watching him be all dramatic about it. I love my pony and want to spend as much time with him as possible. 

I did consider putting him in a local retirement farm, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. When I called and asked about visiting hours they were once a week on Sunday’s. I cannot live with only seeing my horse once a week! So where is this coming from?? I am going crazy right now because I have not seen Gen since MONDAY…4 days ago! Like crazy. I miss him so much right now!

A week of storms combined with one late work day in the middle of the week means I have not seen my horse in FOREVER. The last time it was this long was at Christmas when I went away, and even then I had someone go and check in on him. Gen’s barn is in the country…which means it is usually the last group of roads to get treated. Most people out by Gen’s have SUV’s but I have my not-off-road worthy hybrid is not exactly going to get me through a snow bank. So when I got a text from one of the barn owners today warning me it was terrible up by the barn I knew it would be yet another day without seeing my handsome boy.

The only good thing is that tomorrow is the weekend so I should be able to pick the warmest and sunniest time to go out and visit. I mean, at this point I am ready to hike the 15 miles out to the barn to see Gen. I have a feeling he went out today, so I doubt he is missing me as much as I am missing him. Stupid winter!


On Fri, Mar 6, 2015 at 2:40 PM, Michelle Hauser <mhauser2014@gmail.com> wrote:

So even before Gen got hurt I knew I could not be a “typical retired horse owner”. I always was judgy of those people who would come to give their horse a carrot once a month when they dropped of their board check. When Gen first got hurt everyone said to either put him down, send him to a cheap retirement place out of state, or if I really couldn’t have him be far, at least send him to a full service retirement place close by so I wouldn’t have to deal with him.

I am a full service owner. I like to be involved. I enjoy talking to the vet and asking questions when Gen gets his shots and I don’t mind holding my horse when he gets his feet done (even if he is more of a nudge with me holding than just being on the cross ties). I really don’t mind bringing my own horse in from the field when I am already at the barn or giving my spoiled boy his wormer and watching him be all dramatic about it. I love my pony and want to spend as much time with him as possible. 

I did consider putting him in a local retirement farm, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. When I called and asked about visiting hours they were once a week on Sunday’s. I cannot live with only seeing my horse once a week! So where is this coming from?? I am going crazy right now because I have not seen Gen since MONDAY…4 days ago! Like crazy. I miss him so much right now!

A week of storms combined with one late work day in the middle of the week means I have not seen my horse in FOREVER. The last time it was this long was at Christmas when I went away, and even then I had someone go and check in on him. Gen’s barn is in the country…which means it is usually the last group of roads to get treated. Most people out by Gen’s have SUV’s but I have my not-off-road worthy hybrid is not exactly going to get me through a snow bank. So when I got a text from one of the barn owners today warning me it was terrible up by the barn I knew it would be yet another day without seeing my handsome boy.

The only good thing is that tomorrow is the weekend so I should be able to pick the warmest and sunniest time to go out and visit. I mean, at this point I am ready to hike the 15 miles out to the barn to see Gen. I have a feeling he went out today, so I doubt he is missing me as much as I am missing him. Stupid winter!

Hi Gretel 



Poor Gretel…Gen is such a nudge!



Logically, loving horses is stupid. So why do it? Because we are horse people and we cannot have it any other way. While I am doubting that I will ever have another horse after Gen, that will be because I will not allow myself to think with my heart. My heart already has a cute half Appaloosa half Friesian picked out. I am not a romantic, but everyone knows that love has a lot to do with how you feel and not about what is logical. And I love horses.

 

Nothing in this world can make me feel more at peace than walking in to a barn early in the morning in the winter, when it is still dark out, and seeing the horse’s breath against the blackness of the new day as they nicker good morning. That is my own version of heaven and will make my heart soar with pure joy every time.

 

There is no feeling in this world like galloping bareback on a horse through the fields. Nothing. I don’t care that I do not have wings, in that moment I am flying.

 

Relaxation is going on a trail ride through the woods with a horse who is happy to be there. The trust that comes with holding the buckle and knowing that your horse is happy to be out and about is not like anything else in the world. To be sitting on the back of a horse with the sun in your face is something that is so peaceful you cannot help but be content straight down to your core.

 

I don’t feel like I am really myself unless I around horses.

 

Even my worst horsey day makes me feel more whole than a great day with no time at the barn.


Sure Gen is expensive, and he isn’t even a “real horse”, but rather my very expensive lawn ornament…for someone else’s lawn. That doesn’t make him anything less than the picture of perfection to me. One commenter, likely new to my blog, asked if maybe I would be happier if I gave him to a nice family to love. There is nothing that could be further from what would actually make me happy. I look forward to seeing Gen every day, even when it is -5 outside.

 

I know Gen and I have a special bond. Gen is my horse of a life time, my soul pony. I only feel whole when I am near him because he really is a part of me.

 

I love my horse. Like really love my horse.

 

Horses are amazing. They have no reason to trust us, we so often do nothing but cause horses harm, and yet they come to us hearts open over and over again. They are pure of heart, kind and loving creatures who cannot help but find their way in to your hearts.

 

Even if I never ride again or own another horse, I will always be a horse a person. I will always look at a horse grazing in the field when I am driving by and smile. I will always smile when I see my black work pants covered in gray horse hair. I will always want to watch some cheesy hallmark movie about a girl and her horse. I know that loving horses is crazy to the outside world, but I think the outside world is crazy for not loving horses. 

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