2009 – A look back

2009 was a very strange year for me. I lost Lexington in the last weeks of 2008 so I was not even sure I would ride much in 2009. Then Phoenix came along and with some prodding by friends I started to lease him January 5th, 2009. At first I thought I would get out at upper training level last year and get all my bronze medals. The more I rode him the more I found out how little training he had at that point. When I first started leasing him you could still count the number of days he had under saddle. I was not aware of how green he was when I started leasing him, and it took me until about March to accept the fact that Phoenix hardly knew anything.

Once I made peace with the fact that the 4 year old horse was untrained I dropped my goals way down. It was a hard move for me because I wanted my bronze medals so badly (still do) but it was the right thing to do. I changed my goal to getting Phoenix out and about so that we could do whatever we wanted for the 2010 show and not have to worry about baby moments. We still had some at the shows, but Phoenix was getting better and better about things the more we went out.

I have had a lot of ups and downs this year. One of the most important things that happened this year was Gennyral’s great escape. As scary as it was to have my horse run away from home, it showed me that my horse is okay. That I don’t need to live in fear that every step is going to be his last. Yes, his leg swelled up, but he ran almost 2 miles on pavement, most horses would have a reaction to that. As scary as it was to think of my horse getting hit by a car, knowing that he can get out and run as far as he did and still be okay was priceless to me. Gennyral is fine. He might not be normal, but my horse was NEVER normal. I am still not sure if I am doing well enough to put him into work, but now I know that it is 100% MY CHOICE because physically he could be ridden again, at least at the walk.

This year I also started to learn about training a baby horse, something that I never thought I would want to do. It took me a while to realize how rewarding it can be to train something yourself. I was concerned that I would be one of those people who holds their horse back, and while I can still feel that way sometimes, I know that Phoenix is getting better with my training and that is pretty cool. I mean, when I started riding him forward was an issue and now we even have sideways and backwards.

I went through 2 bouts of injuries with Phoenix and thought about ending my lease. Instead, his owner and I worked out new terms that I am much happier with. I never thought I would lease a horse for more than 1 year. It will be a year next week and my lease is still going strong. For the first time in my leasing life I have no idea what my show goals will be next year. I suppose that is for the best because I came into 2009 with set goals that I had to change, so maybe it is good to still not know what I want.

This is also the first year in a long time where I have had several goals left undone. That was a hard pill to swallow for me, but I also feel like it has helped me grow for the future. I am still a total ribbon junkie (some things never change) but I do value scores more with Phoenix because of what they mean. I was like that with Gen, but sort of lost my way with X. When X died I thought that I was done with leasing. Phoenix has taught me that there are good horses out there.

From ribbons to tears the only thing I can say about 2009 is that it did not go the way I thought it would. And I think I am a better person because of that. I don’t know what 2010 will bring, but hopefully it will be good things and lots of ribbons!!

Happy New Year!

But we don’t use the “S” word around here.

What “s” word? Shoe.

I am so bummed out right now to write that Gen is getting shoes put on this morning. My horse has been happily barefoot for over 2 years now. In fact, never in the history of my blog has Gen ever had shoes. That is all about to change this morning. Why? Because I really am a bad horse owner. And this time I did not even realize it until it was too late. As I have complained about many times recently I am crazy busy right now. In my craziness I kept meaning to call my Farrier and get appointments set up for the boys. Unfortunately, intentions cannot pick up the phone so even though they were not quiet due, both boys had very long toes.

I had a hard time picking up Gen's leg to take a picture because his tendon was owie last night. You can't even see how bad it really is from this angle. Poor Gen.

Gen had a chip in his left front, the bad leg, that was growing. It went from just a crack, to a chip, to a bigger chip, etc. Each time I would try to file the area down a little bit, but being nervous by nature I didn’t want to go to far. And so there would still be some jagged edge left. The crack kept growing and growing, but I figured it was just a crack. I am very lucky with Gen in the fact that he has REALLY good feet so I don’t get to see a lot of cracks. Because of my not knowing how bad it was I just sort of assumed that every crack was similar. Even though this one got HUGE (like the size of a golf ball cut in half) I still didn’t think I had anything to worry about. I did notice that Gen was a little tender on it when the ground was frozen, but it didn’t set off any internal alarms in me (which is not normal).

I sent my Farrier a text the day I noticed the soreness to see when he could come out and just do a normal trim. He told me he would be out after the new year. I said that was fine, Gen had a crack and I just wanted him to look at it. I had already left the barn, but my Farrier made me promise that as soon as I saw Gen again I would take a picture to show him the crack. With the snow and everything the first chance I got to do that was Monday. Not even 90 seconds after I sent the cell phone picture my Farrier got back to me and asked me why I had not told him this was an emergency. I told him the truth, because I didn’t think it was one. Gen was FINE in the snow and only a little tender when the ground was frozen before so Gen could wait.

My Farrier told me in no uncertain terms that no, my horse could not wait. He would be out tomorrow to asses the damage. He didn’t want to scare me, but he did mention that if it was as bad as the picture made it look Gen would need shoes. Why? Because with all his leg problems and how specifically he needs to be trimmed in the first place there was no way we would be able to correct the problem without pissing the tendon off, which is just not an option with my horse. He told me he would just go look and call me and let me know what he thought needed to be done. He promised that he wouldn’t do anything on Tuesday, but that he was worried about Gen and needed to get a better look.

NowThatsATrot was working so she knows what happened better than I do when my Farrier arrived, but I can tell you that I got the text that my baby was HURT. My Farrier could feel heat on the corinary band and the hoof. What I had taken for granted as just a crack in Gen’s foot had actually gone so deep that live tissue was exposed. A single step on a rock right to that area and my poor pony would be in really bad shape. How did I not see how bad this was?!?!? I am so mad at myself for that right now.

Anyway, the good news was that this was a totally fixable injury. Because of the location of the injury and Gen’s condition we were not looking at normal shoes. Gen is getting glue on shoes with some pads for shock absorption and snow protection. Not cheep, but better than having him get hurt and put even more pressure on the already over stressed good leg. As my Farrier pointed out, Gen is not a normal horse so everything we have to do with him has to be done in a way to make sure his tendon does not have any extra stress or strain. My Farrier knows that I am a total wack job when it comes to my horse, so I know that if he says this is serious it really is. He also listed some of the 100s of things that can happen such as an abscess, an infection, scar tissue build up, founder on the good leg, etc with an injury like this. I know I have said it before, but I just feel so stupid for not realizing how serious this was.

My poor pony. And he has to suffer some more because today he does not get to go outside. My Farrier is coming first thing in the morning to put the special shoes on, and since Gen is known for running, and it takes the shoes time to set, Gen is stuck inside all day today. It sill amazes me that horses work at all. I mean, they are like apples being held up by toothpicks. I am trying not to beat myself up over this and look to the positive that it is being taken care of and Gen will be fine, but I still feel bad. You know he is getting a bag of guilt carrots out of this one. And the other crappy thing is that I am leaving first thing tomorrow morning so I don’t even get to see how the new sneakers are working out for him. I know he is hurting now though so any improvement will be welcomed.

So How Did Phoenix Like His Tacky New Blanket?

Hahaha…when I first got out the camera this is the face I got. Clearly the fat spotted pony doesn’t want his picture taken with his new, very loud, tacky as can be, blanket on. Poor little bugger was totally embarrassed by it. As you can tell I took this pictures before the big snow storm this weekend. I got the blanket just in time to make sure Phoenix stayed nice and toasty all weekend. It does not fit him perfectly by anyones standard. It is too long down and length wise and the neck is a little funky, but it was close enough that there was no real reason to send it back.

After enough pictures the look of horror on Phoenix’s face went away and was replaced by this look…

This is the “I have no control over my human and do not know why she tortures me, but I am a good pony so I just take it” face. I would NEVER put that blanket on Gennyral for fear of embarrassing him. For some reason I feel no guilt about torturing the fat spotted pony. In fact, I would even go so far as to say it makes me laugh. How can you not laugh when you see that much color in one place?

Many comments were made at the barn by others that Phoenix’s new blanket is going to scare the crap out of the 3 baby horses he goes out with. Because of the cold and snow I put Phoenix’s sheet on top so they have yet to see him in his full purple glory. I wouldn’t say the layered look is attractive, but I do love that all you can see is a camo tail cover.

As Mary M so wisely said, “And just think- if he’s in the Smuckers factory sneaking raspberry and grape jelly samples, he’ll camouflage right in and no one will see him!”

Poor Phoenix. Better tacky and toasty than classy and cold right?

Normal people do not see a boarded horse everyday…

So while we didn’t get the 2 feet of snow that was predicted, we did get a lot of snow. Enough to keep me from going to see Gen. I tried, but since we don’t get huge snow storms that often by me the snow removal on the roads was just not that great. My little car couldn’t handle the 1/2 inch of snow left covering the roads so I turned around before I could get to the bad roads that I take to get to the barn everyday. Well, I can’t say everyday because it has not been everyday this month and it is driving me CRAZY. I feel like I hardly get to see Gen at all these days and I HATE it. I miss my horse!

Between Christmas parties, work, and home repair issues I have been missing at least 2 days a week for what feels like forever. And you know that if I am down 2 days with Gen that poor Phoenix is really being neglected. I feel very lucky to boarding at a place where I don’t have to go everyday, but at the same time I LIKE to go to the barn. I am also more anxious than usual because this week I am going away for the holidays. I am leaving on Christmas Eve and will not be back until New Years Eve Day. I am sure you are thinking “that sounds like fun”.

What makes me anxious though is that I will be gone for a week. I have never been gone that long ever since owning Gennyral. My pony has not known a week without me in the past 4 years. The only reason I agreed to go away for so long is because of how good Hill Farm is. Now that it is getting closer I cannot help but be a little worried. Worried about what I don’t know, but that has never stopped me before. This is also the first time I am going away that I have not hired someone to come and pamper my pony extra. I am trying to get to a more normal state of horse ownership. So far it is not working out so well for me!

My mantra yesterday when I didn’t get to the barn was “normal people do not see a boarded horse everyday”. I said it over and over again as I was driving back home. I know that things being to this crazy state of busyness will not last. Until things do calm down I am trying to take deep breaths and be rational about not seeing Gen everyday. I am lucky to have a barn owner who lets me show up at 5am and who sends me pictures of my boy when I cannot get to the barn. I know Gen misses me too. The other day I went and could only be at the barn for 15 minutes between appointments. My horse looked at me as I rushed away with these sad eyes that sent little stabs of guilt to my heart. I tried to buy his love with a few more treats and promised him things will be better in the new year.

What I want is a webcam in his stall and another pointed out to his field so I can see him as much as I want on the days I cannot go. Or to have him in my back yard. Although that would be a horrible idea because I would never get anything else done. I think the best thing is to have him boarded, but I just miss him.

What a great horsey snow story.

I am missing my Gennyral today. I tried to go up to see him but since he lives in horse country, which is not known for flat easy to drive roads, I didn’t get to the barn. Since I am missing my horse I thought I would share this sweet story about a fire department stepping up big time on this crappy day.

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Milford Firefighters Rescue Horse On Ice

MILFORD – Amid countless snow-related calls Sunday, Milford fire officials received one of their more unusual requests: Could they help a horse to its feet?

The owners of a horse, more than 30 years old, called the department at about 8:30 a.m. after their horse, Konardin, had been on the ground for at least four hours. Fire Chief and a few other fire officials went to 1022 West River St. to assess the situation.

“Well, once we saw it, we saw that the horse was pretty big, and we came up with plans B, C, D, E and F,” he says. They called in four engines and a special unit with a strap. With the efforts of 12 fire officials and the owners, they were able to place beneath the horse some medium-pressure air bags, normally for instances such as a rolled-over tractor trailer or when a person is pinned by a large object. The bags are inflated to lift whatever object they’re under.

Once the horse was upright, it was lifted with a truck with a crane owned by one off-duty firefighter for moving tombstones. Suspending the horse in the air, they gradually eased him back to the ground, adding more pressure every few minutes. Since the horse was on the ground for about four hours, Mohr said they wanted to make sure that the blood was circulating in its legs. In about 15 minutes, the horse was able to stand on its own. They removed the straps and the hose and the owners walked it around a bit before everyone decided that it was OK.

“For a while there I thought we were going to lose him,” Mohr said, adding that it was shivering heavily at one point.

It was, said the chief, his first horse-lift assist. “At least the knowledge is there the next time our guys need to do this.”

— William Weir

Early morning visit to the barn…

I have been battling a stomach bug since Thursday. Nothing serious, I just don’t feel well etc. So when normal people don’t feel well they rest. When a horse person does not feel well and a major winter storm is coming in, they go and ride. Yesterday was my only day to ride all week. They are expecting almost two feet of snow in my area, which is a big deal for these parts. I am leaving next week for the holidays which means that my only time to ride was last night. And I took it! We couldn’t do too much because the arena was frozen solid, but I did something and that made me happy. I feel like a really crappy horse owner these days. As of late I have only been getting out to see Phoenix 1-2 days a week. I feel terrible about it. We were just coming off a really good period of a lesson a week with each trainer and 2 rides in between to make sure the info stuck. It was not cheap to pay for two lessons a week, but it was totally worth it because now it is looking like riding will be sporadic at best for a while. At lease he is all snug in his new blankie. I have some pictures of him with it on that I need to post.

Anyway, there is a big snow storm heading my way. I woke up at 4am with tummy trouble and looked outside to find that it had not started snowing…yet. So I tried to go back to sleep, but my brain wouldn’t relax. Why? Because I wanted to see Gen today. I missed seeing him 2 whole days last week and that upsets me. Especially since I will be away for a whole week soon (longest I have not seen him ever). At 4:30 I decided to just get up. I sent an e-mail to the barn owner (who gets everything on her blackberry) knowing her phone would be off and let her know I was going up to see Gen so not to worry if she heard or saw something down at the barn at 5amish.

I wrote something along the lines of, “you know I am crazy already, but I am bringing that crazy to whole new heights today. It is 4:30 and I am going to leave for the barn soon. Yes, I am going to the barn at this early hour. I want to see Gen before the snow hits. I am going to be super quiet and I will not turn on any lights. I hope that you do not even know that I am there, but I know that you would grab your cell phone first if you heard anything so I just wanted to let you know that if you do hear anything it is me”. Super clear right…hahaha.

Anyway, I got dressed in warm barn clothes, brushed my teeth and hair and headed out. I was surprised by how many cars there were on the road. I used to have to be on the road at the same time I was out today when I worked at a farm and traffic was tripled at least. Once I got to the barn driveway I turned my lights all the way down to the lowest setting and drove up very slowly. The front door to the barn was frozen shut so I snuck around back right to Gen’s stall.

My horse was surprised to see me. Most people don’t come in the back door ever, let alone without any lights being on and in the early morning. As soon as I saw his adorable sleepy face I knew that crazy as it was, I made the right decision to come to the barn today. My horse did not trust this dark figure coming into his stall and so he started to smell me right away until I said his name. As soon as he confirmed that it was me (I had just been to the barn about 10 hours earlier) he walked all the way over for a good cuddle. Gennyral is such a lap dog, he just puts his head in your arms like he is a baby so I stood there holding up his face. I just stood there way my pony thinking how lucky I was to have a horse. And it is not just that, I mean there are a lot of great horses out there. I was thinking how lucky I was to have my horse who trusts me implicitly.

I calmed down and was feeling better after a while so I figured it was time to head out. I was surprised to see how dark it really was outside when I finally turned on my car lights. My eyes must have adjusted to the dark.

As you can see from the picture there was still no snow in sight as I left the barn at 5:45. I decided to run to the grocery store on my way home and grab some snow fall essentials and some more chicken noodle soup. As I was driving through one of the adorable little towns on my way home I saw some snow flakes…

Just not the kind I was expecting. It has started snowing now, but this morning it literally was the calm before the storm.

It is crazy to think that someone would get up at 4:00 and go into a dark barn half an hour from home just to see a horse. I mean, even I think I am a total nut job at this point! That being said I am going to treasure this early morning memory forever. Oh, and I need to mention why i know that Hill Farm is my perfect barn. The owner text messaged me at 6:30 saying that she totally understood about my wanting to see Gen this morning and that she would have done the same thing. It is one thing to be crazy, but it is another to be able to board at a place where they totally understand it!

Senior Horse “Tails”…

Now I am not a big fan of senior feed in horses. I had a friend in vet school who did a study on grains and found that senior feeds were some of the worst things you could feed a horse. Their high fat and sugar content lends itself to the development of cushings. My dislike of senior grains aside, Purina just ran a fantastic contest looking for great old horse stories. I love that sort of thing because I have a total soft spot for old timers. Gen is going to be 19 in a few weeks (officially, unofficially I have a few months). I hope someday he will get to be 40 so I can write a great story about him. Until then you are going to have to read the contest wining stories.  And let me tell you they have come up with some great ones! I had to post the oldest horse story, but there is a link at the bottom where you can go read all of the winners.

OLDEST HORSE

Horse Name: Muffy
Horse Birthday: 4/30/1963
Owner Name: Joan Glover
Owner State: ID

Dear Ladies and Gentlemen:

My story began twenty-eight years ago.  One evening I was all settled down in front of my TV when the phone rang.  A sweet little voice that I could tell had been crying, said,” Mrs. Glover, will you please buy Muffy.  My Dad has to move to Texas and I want someone who will take care of her!” Julie was a friend of my little girl’s before she moved to Coure de Alene, ID.

You can imagine how much time I had to ride horses with a family and a full time job! But being the soft touch that I am I said sure, I have a saddle and I sure need a horse.

I sent a halter and blanket to Coure de Alene so they could put her on a cattle truck.  The roads were so terrible we knew we couldn’t get her ourselves.  A week went by, then another, and another.  We had called everywhere and didn’t expect to ever see her again.  About a month later we had a call from the Weiser Stockyards that there was a little sorrel mare, without blanket or halter, of course. We were one happy family to find her. It was wonderful because Julie came to see her every year when she came to see her Grandmother.  We even took pictures with her children on Muffy.   Her Grandma has been gone quite a while now but I bet Julie would be surprised to know Muffy is still going strong.

She has been such a joy through the years. She “helps” with everything in our pasture or corral!  She steals all the tools out of my husband, R.G.’s hind pockets, takes off with his hat and tries to herd me to her stable for grain.  Anytime is grain time!  Age certainly hasn’t bothered her eyesight.  She can see us through the kitchen window and if a little nickering doesn’t get results, she taps on the gate with her front hoof. I have forgotten just how many years Muffy has had her Purina Senior Feed but I know it’s over eighteen years.  We know without a doubt Purina has made her the healthy, beautiful horse she is today!  It’s easy to see why people have a hard time believing her age (46)!

Click here to see all the contest winners and their stories.

In France, horse falling off restaurant menus

I don’t know whether to thank Reuters for running this story or just be weirded out that people eat horse. I saw this story though and had to share. I couldn’t find a picture of the poster they talk about anywhere. Anyone out there ever eaten horse? Would anyone out there do it if they had too? I can tell you know that I would rather die then kill my babies. Both would be too fatty anyway 😛 This is such an odd news story.
By Sophie Taylor Sophie Taylor Tue Dec 15, 3:09 pm ET
PARIS (Reuters) – Many people love horses and traditionally, many French people have loved them even more with a side of salad.

That passion, however, has slowed to a trickle in the last couple of years as crisis-hit French consumers buy less meat and years of campaigning by animal rights groups take effect.

Looking to ram home their advantage, campaigners have launched a pre-Christmas blitz in Paris featuring posters of riding school ponies and graceful yearlings aimed at rending the hardest of hearts.

“Every year in France, riding school horses like Caramel are sent to the abattoir,” says one poster by the Fondation Brigitte Bardot, featuring a photo of a perky grey pony reflected in a knife blade.

“It disturbs us that people continue to eat horses at all and we are going to go on campaigning until people stop eating it altogether,” said Constance Cluset, a spokeswoman for the animal welfare group created by the former actress.

Last year, 15,820 horses were killed for their meat in France, of which over 7,000 were imported from abroad.

The group, whose campaign was timed to coincide with a horse fair, is pushing for a legislative bill to modify horses’ legal status to companion from production-type animals such as sheep.

While horse meat is traditionally cheaper than other animals, the financial crisis has only pushed consumers to buy more chicken, according to French agriculture ministry figures.

Consumption of horse meat has fallen 12 percent in the last two years and currently makes up less than 1 percent of all meat consumed in France, the ministry said in a report.

And while only a few years ago horse meat was relatively easy to find, now it takes more time to track it down.

“Horse is indeed a French dish, but you’d be very hard-pressed to find it in any restaurants now,” said the chef at restaurant Le Central in Paris, adding: “There’s so much publicity against it.”

Accounts vary on how France first took to eating equines.

Some historians say the country’s appetite for horse meat dates from the Battle of Eylau in 1807, when the chief surgeon of Napoleon’s army advised famished soldiers to feast on fallen horses on the battlefield.

The story adds that the cavalry cooked the trusted steeds using their breastplates as cooking pans.