Flying changes and floods

Aimee and Leah: Do you recognize this deck?!?!

I'm not sure I've ever been so thankful for an indoor arena! Well, ours is just covered but still. Louisville made national news with the amount of flooding we have had, after 10+ days of rain.

The farm is muddy, but thankfully we are far away from the major flooding. My condo is OK, too, although I was getting nervous that I would soon have riverfront property. I live about a mile from the Ohio river.

A mile down the road from my condo.

All of my favorite river front bars are totally submerged and you can only access anything along certain roads by boat. It is insane! I also cannot get on the interstate since the ramps down the road from my place are under water.

Road I usually take home from work. errr. 

Inside of Dark Star bar. :( 

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But thankfully working the horses has not been affected. Hamp has been feel really great lately. He is starting to put on a little more weight, and I body clipped him one more time.

I finally for a few little videos of our work on the tempis. Sorry these suck but the best I can do is set my phone on a ledge in the arena and hope I get footage. haha.

Anyway, the 3s and 4s are really starting to get strong. Still some polishing to do, but if I can keep him straight and sharp, and listening, we can nail them. At times he gets a little stabby behind, but I will take it as long as he is on my aids, and changes clean. The rest we can polish. My coach set up "the chute" for the weekend which REALLY tests your straightness. It's a fantastic exercise!



He felt so good I start to play with some 2s some days! I just start out with one set, because if I try to keep going he gets really swingy and strong and that isn't good schooling. So until we both get better balance, I am keeping it simple. And as you can see from the gif, he changes late anyway from left to right. This is a chronic problem, which I now know will clear up once I get him more straight, sharp and more uphill.

You gotta start somewhere! I like to post these not so perfect videos because this is training! And I am learning, too. I have never done 2s so poor Hampton has to learn AND teach me at the same time.



Even though he was late behind, I still praised him because he at least responded to me and did not get strong. He maintained the same rhythm.

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Bleh those gifs are awful. I am no Austen that is for sure! :)

Meanwhile, the SUN is out today so I am off to the barn!

Spring will arrive eventually guys. right? RIGHT!?

A new member of the family!

I have been casually looking for another cat to add to the household for several months. I figured that one would eventually find me, and that is exactly what happened.

Every one meet Hunter Nimitz!

He was rescued back in June 2017 by a wonderful shelter in Indiana. He was found to be shot - leaving his right front leg broken in two places, a large wound in his neck and injuries to his ear.

He spent two months in a cast, but during that time became depressed and agitated, so they decided to amputate the leg and after more healing, he started to come around.

So pitiful

Eventually he was ready for adoption and I just happened to stumble upon his post on FB and immediately knew he had to come live with me.

So far he seems to be settling in great! He does hop and wobble some, but has zero problems jumping up on things or getting around.

At first Buckley - my other cat - would just follow him around and stare at him like a total creep. Then he started to slowly touch Hunter with his paw. Mostly a lot of staring going on. Hunter was very patient and tolerant, until this morning when I heard a scuffle. Not sure what happened, but ever since then Buckley has been walking around Hunter giving him a very wide berth. hahahaha. I suspect that while sweet, Hunter has a gangsta side to him and finally told Buckley to mind his own business.

Hunter is 14 pounds if that gives you an idea of how
enormous Buckley is.

It appears as though they will peacefully co exist, maybe even be friends one day.

He is pretty hard to photograph because as soon as I make eye contact with him he gets up and hops over to me! It is damn cute I tell you.

He is about 2 years old, and otherwise healthy. I'm so happy I am able to provide him with a great home where he can lounge and never have to worry about asshole humans ever again.

One of his adoption photos that sucked me right in

Porkchop in the press

As if his ego wasn't already out of control, Hampton has been in the news again lately.

He made the USDF Connection yearbook issue in recognition for earning his rider her Silver Medal:

That's us, bottom right! 

And the KDA newsletter featured him in a fun new column:

Meanwhile, I've been able to keep his weight pretty steady. He is still a bit thin, and lacks much of a topline, but at least he doesn't resemble skeletor like he did at this time last year. He is getting Equine Senior, FibreEnergy Hallaway grain, beet pulp, cool calories and Super 14 so (oh wait that maybe explains all the EXTRA ENERGY lately ...) .. and of course free choice hay. So I am happy if he just holds steady and doesn't get any more thin. When the grass comes back in he will bloom again.

But the dapples tho!!

Meanwhile we are back in full work, and weekly lessons.

He is feeling good and we are slowly regaining our strength and fitness. I'm debating whether or not to body clip one more time. He won't be totally shed out by the time we have our big clinic in early April and I'd rather he not look unkempt. But I also hate body clipping ...

I also have been planning out the show season this week. That sort of helps keep me motivated when it's 17 degrees and I need to ride. haha.

Horse shows aren't won in June, they are won in January!

Right? errrr.

Lol weirdo

The gifts we give

It's been a little more than a month since my father died.

Helping me halter break one of our homebred Morgans.

He always worried about me, as dads tend to do. But as his health declined last year, I could tell how helpless he felt. He worried about me, about my family. How he couldn't stop this process from happening. He couldn't fix it for us. He couldn't make it better. He did everything there is to do to prepare for his own death - how difficult that must have been for him. But there's only so much paperwork you can really do. There's nothing you can do to prepare for the emotional void his death would leave. That, I think, perhaps devastated him more than the cancer itself.

My youngest niece grabs on to grandpa (my dad).
This was 5 days before he died.
My family experienced both the beginning and end of life in 2017.
What a f-ing year.

Who would watch out for me? Who would come to my rescue? Would I be ok? I know he thought about these things, and prayed - A LOT - about it.

He also started leaving little legacies around for us to remember him by. He made thousands (I'm not kidding, more than 2,000) of these crosses for children who receive first communion at his church. Each will have the kid's name engraved. Again, I'm not religious but I found it to be a very touching gesture. Because it was important to him.

There were a dozen or so others he engraved with the words, "Pray, Hope and Don't worry." This was the title of his favorite prayer book. He gave me one of these crosses over the summer, before he really started to decline. And an extra sat at his bedside during his final months and days.

My Christmas gift to him was a lovely throw blanket, embroidered with - you got it - "Pray, Hope and Don't Worry." He loved it, and while he only got to use it for 5 days, it laid across him during his final hours, and then across his coffin at the funeral and visitation.

As his health started to decline, my dad started writing notes to his friends throughout the years. They were just little cards, each with a personal message inside for the recipient. He had a list and he was checking off names as he completed each note.

We mailed them after he died. I bet those people cherish that card. It must have taken tremendous courage to write those - knowing it was a true and final goodbye. A gift so meaningful it's hard to put into words.

That was my dad, always finding meaning in the little things.

I so wish he could see the support and love that has surrounding me (and my entire family) this past month or so. He would be so enormously grateful and proud. And the little gestures that have kept me going the past month.

BFF Liz got me this bridle charm. It swaps out "love" instead of "pray" since
I'm agnostic, but the spirit is the same. My dad would love it!

From messages, texts, cards, thoughtful gifts, visits, loaning me a car when mine took a dump, flowers, food, hugs, laughs, craft parties, tequila, ice skating, and general kindness and understanding.

From my fellow cat-loving co workers.

Another thoughtful gift from friends.

I have always known I have good friends. But man, when you go through something like this - it is just humbling to realize how GOOD people are. There are good people in this world. A shit ton of them are in my friend circle. I don't know how I got so lucky, but I will do my best to pay it forward.

For my friends, and for my dad.

Thank you. You all know who you are.

A masterclass.

A couple of weeks ago I found myself with one incredible opportunity: The chance to watch Charlotte Dujardin teach a masterclass at the Kentucky Horse Park.

#nerdalert

I had been in need of some serious cheering-up, and when Kelly of Team Engaged offered me the chance to audit in exchange for standing in as a local reporter for Dressage Today, um of COURSE I said yes!

If you want to read the article I wrote - click here. It's a more "professional" roundup of my experience. But, I know that my blog readers much prefer more of the bullet point approach, and the "real story" so to speak. So here goes.

Want to know the secret to Charlotte's success?

It was clear to me almost immediately.

DISCIPLINE.

Americans are sloppy. We are sloppy, we are undisciplined, we are apathetic. Out of shape. We try to take short cuts.

Total, utter SLOP. Literally and figuratively.

Charlotte - and those at her level - are just plain and simple BETTER. More disciplined, perfectionists. Totally focused.

That's it. That's the secret to getting to the Olympics people. Well, that and a good horse and a lot of luck and money ... but mostly, discipline.

I like to think I have discipline and dedication. I don't. I let things slide constantly. I accept "good enough" more than I should. The riders in the masterclass were all great riders on lovely horses, but they all had much of the same little issues - especially transitions. It starts to carry through to everything.

I miss summer.

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After I got home, I immediately quit riding with a whip. Charlotte does not ride with one unless she is going to work on some piaffe work. It makes you use your legs more appropriately, and the whip does not become a crutch.

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I have a renewed sense of motivation for 2018. Charlotte was inspiring, blunt, cheeky and gave each horse a pat and a "good boy." She is a true horse lover - clearly enjoying horses for who they are, and not a means to an end. I would see her again in a heartbeat.

Improvement from the first picture! My core got stronger, I lifted my hands, and Hampton
had developed better self carriage. 

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I may never see the inside of an International arena (although I do have a goal to ride in a CDI rated show one day ....) but I CAN make myself and my horse better.

And that is what I consider success.

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Other notes I took: 

● If you make a mistake, keep going.

● Every transition should be a good one.

● Eat, sleep and dream about doing good transitions

● Short reins, hands forward

● Transitions are the foundation.

● It’s about discipline.

● Add power, not speed

● Try not to overprepare for the flying changes

● Think shoulder-fore when you turn down centerline

● Don’t just work on what’s easy

● Dressage is about repetition

● Understand what your horse is capable of doing

● The horse’s head must be in front of the chest for straightness

● Choose a couple of things to work on each day. Do not drill and exhaust the horse.