Disarm.

Brandy - 29 years old

I woke up this morning feeling like I wanted to hurl but I knew the barn would help. 

I got there and when I turned on the lights, the 29 year old gelding - Brandy - was not hanging his head out of his stall door like he does every morning.

Crap.

Then I see his stall is empty and I knew.

There was a note on the dry erase board from his owner who wrote that he was euthanized Sunday evening and that he had a bunch of extra smartpaks that the rest of us were welcome to. 

When you feed these guys every morning you start to become attached. Brandy was a sweet old guy but had hurt his leg last week and he just wasn't going to be able to handle the recovery. His owner gave him a great life, spoiled him and gave him a kind final gift. I'll miss him though, for 29 he was still full of piss and vinegar.

I cleaned stalls in record time and I was going to ride but still felt queasy so decided on a grooming session for Hamps. I'm not sure I have ever seen him so grateful to be groomed!

Leave it to Hampton to totally cheer me up and make me laugh hysterically. :)

When I went to curry his hind legs, here is what he did:

After I removed about 80 pounds of hair, I let him graze a bit.

One of the barn kittehs wandered over.

Have you EVER seen a barn cat so fat?! I mean what does he eat, the local DEER population?

And yes that is me meowing at him. Don't judge, I don't have anyone but the animals to talk to in the morning.

Thank you all for listening to my down in the dumps post. :) I try to keep those to a minimum but we all have shitty days and might as well include those with the good.

Slam.

Oh boy am I in a funk.

• I feel like I work really hard and have nothing to show for it.
(I live in a house with 3 roomies and I have LONG graduated from college)


• My bestest friend moved away and I miss her so much. She was my trail-riding pal, my drink wine and watch movies pal. I don't typically have close girlfriends, but she was the exception. I could tell her anything. She's 600 miles away and it's a bummer.

• My other close friend in the area is also moving away.

• He doesn't love me back.

• My job ends in April. Oh yeah, and it's March 20. I don't have another job lined up yet. This after furiously applying to job after job for the past year and a half.

• My truck is acting up. The trailer brake doesn't work, but it's also making some weird noises probably involving the brakes and/or some wheel bearing crap.

• My savings account balance: $0.

• My checking account: $Not much more than the savings.

• I have nothing left to sell to cover bills when I get laid off. I sold my LCD flat screen TV, all of my camera lenses, all of my (really pricey) model horses, my bit collection, two saddles, my bass guitar that I loved, several amps, and numerous other items. I have my truck left to sell but it isn't exactly in great working order ...

I truly feel like I am losing control over my life and I don't like it one bit. I feel empty and a little bit lonely. My job and relationships have left me feeling tossed aside, used and foolish. Every day I come into work and they are doing something else to prepare for "the transition" after which I will no longer be needed. At this point I'm not even sure there is a future for me at all in this business.

... but then I look back and realize that I'm a pretty strong chic. I have not written about what happened to me a few years ago (2006-07 ish) but I think if I can survive that, I can survive anything. I look back and am proud at how strong I have become. Instead of crying, I'm more likely to kick you in the nuts. And you know, when you step back from situations like this, I know I would have eventually gotten fed up with this job and left, I would have eventually lost interest in that boy. They aren't what I want. It just sucks in the meantime, because the rug was sort of pulled out from under me.

With all these doors closing - I wonder how many new ones will open up?

... and thank goodness for Hampton. He is the best damn thing to happen to me. He will see me through this rough patch.

Somehow, I know I will land on my feet. I always do. :)

Buffalo soldier

Good news - I did not suffer death by bison!

Actually, the cow clinic was a total blast. I would totally do it again and would recommend one to anyone - no matter what sport you ride. :)

I have video but it's being a pain to upload at the moment.

The day started out well - I was at the barn at the buttcrack of dawn, had Hampton fed, brushed and loaded on time to go pick up friends JJ and his human. I was quite proud of myself for being ON TIME.

I guess I got too cocky. Halfway over to JJ's home, my truck/trailer electric brake shut off. Just quit working. The trailer brakes won't work either. Crap. I had to pretty much drive at a crawl anyway because it was unbelievably foggy.

Then I had to stop and take a photo because the sunrise with the fog and windmills was STUNNING. My crappy phone pic does not even do it justice.

I arrive at JJ's home about 40 minutes late. We decide to just switch trucks since fixing my trailer brake issue isn't going to be solved in the next 5 minutes. We arrive at the clinic with 10 minutes to spare.

I yank Hamps off the trailer and throw his tack on. There are already about 15 other horses/riders in the arena waiting for us. We are of course the only ones in English tack, and I'm the only one who bothered to wear a helmet. I guess western riders are immune to head injuries?

Anyway everyone was super nice and Hampton got many comments on how tall he is. :) A cute little farm boy jumped at the chance to give me a leg up as there are no mounting blocks.

We started out with "dry work" as these cow folk call it. First, bending on a circle and then we added counter bend and their version of turning on the haunches. I didn't bother to bring a crop or spurs because I thought he would be plenty lit up at a new place with, you know, buffalo. But, uh, Hampton was about as lazy and behind my leg as he can get. Great. We also worked on stopping & backing during which I got some fantastic dressage halts out of Hampton. (No we really didn't get the quick stops like the cow horses could do, but nonetheless we had great transitions!)

Good cow pony.

We took a lunch break and then picked back up by working with the flag. And by flag, I mean a dummy/stuffed cow that hangs on a wire and you can mechanically move it back and forth.

Flag = TERRIFYING MONSTER OF DEATH.

Actually Hampton was really good about it. He didn't do anything besides snort A LOT at it. When it was our turn to work the flag, he was truly scared of it and wouldn't go near the thing without another horse first going up there as the sacrificial lamb. But by the end, Hamps was doing really well - following it back and forth (in passage and leg yield ... lol!). Some of the horses were not bothered by it and others were really freaked out.

Finally - the buffalo!

Here they are:



They are ugly, nasty little things don't you think? They also moo honk growl roar make some bizarre noise.

Hamps marched right up to the buffalo. He was fascinating by them and very curious. After he figured out that he could "move" them, he started to passage around with his neck arched. He was cracking me up! Meanwhile, I'm trying to actually do the task at hand. I sucked at it, but it was a blast! You really have to learn to 1) Read the buffalo 2) Control your horse and 3) Anticipate for both animals. Not easy!

Sorry all I have is cell-phone pics. :)

Here's a group who were team penning buffalo around:




The boys were all tired at the end of the day (It was almost a 3 hour trailer ride).
But so fun. :)

And I didn't pee my pants!

Tired cow poneh:

Wanna be rebels (didn't have a clue)

Work has really screwed me over this week. They at first wanted me to work 9-5 all week until I said "Uh, due to the fact that you pay me SHIT, I had to get another part time job in the mornings so ... no can do." (Ok, I said it in a more polite manner).

I managed to convince them that I could come in at noon and work until 8. The work will get done regardless. That means my schedule will be:

7 a.m.-11 a.m.: Barn chores
Noon - 8 p.m. Newspaper land

Time to ride Hampton? ZERO.
Time to eat? ZERO
Time to shower? uhhhh before bed?

It's just for this week so ... I dunno, I'll make it through.

Now for some fun news.

This weekend, Hamps and I will be going on a new adventure. Not a show. Not trail riding. What could it be? Here are some hints.

Oh yes my friends. The dressage girl and her warmblood will be rebels and will be herding cows and ...  buffalo!! (At a clinic, where we will be supervised. THANK GOD.)

So, who do you think will pee their pants first, me or Hampton?

In which sheath cleaning makes me smile

Today was "Spring Violation Day" at the farm. All of the horses got their spring shots, Coggins pulled, teeth checks and floated if needed, and fecals pulled.

Awaiting breakfast

Hamps ended up having some pretty sharp points - especially toward the back of his mouth. In fact, an ulcer was forming on the right side. It wasn't open or bleeding, but it was there. Poor guy takes after me in that he is not a fan of dental work. They had to give him additional sedation because he just kept squirming and fussing. I can not blame him one bit.

Hampton ... WASTED.

While he was still drunk I decided to clean his sheath. Normally, I just snap on some latex gloves and use water-based lube. (I wish there were cute guys at this barn ... who wouldn't love a girl walking around in latex gloves with KY jelly?!) But someone had left a bottle of Excalibur at the barn and so I decided to try that.

Something about the smell of the Excalibur + the stench of his sheath was just so disgusting I started to gag.

I have watched dozens of foals born ... horses with massive bleeding ... gross wounds ... melanomas ... you name it. I can stomach it all. But for some reason, not this.

Smiling suppresses the gag reflex (learned that tidbit from CSI, thanks).

Imagine if you will, me wrist-deep in my horse's crotch ... smiling away.

First impressions

Our move was non-eventful and smooth, as I expected it would be. Hampton thinks we are at a horse show where there is turn out.

I literally unloaded him off the trailer and put him straight into the Big Boys field with his new friends. (Nope, I don't baby him).

Summer 2011

There was some passaging around, snorting, tail-flagging ... but no kicking or screaming. The boys settled down in about 3 minutes and continued their busy day of grazing. This morning Hamps seemed settled - he wolfed down his food and other than some ... ahem .. "soft serve" poo piles, he seemed calm and OK with his new environment.

Today, it became apparent to me that Hampton is certainly not at the bottom of the pecking order in that field (5 geldings). When I went to go get another horse from that field (for a vet appointment), Hampton was not happy about that and proceeded to pin his ears and try to chase this other horse away from me. Sheesh. When I finally got to the gate and left, Hamps turned around - bucked and cantered off in a fit of jealousy. haha.

In the meantime, that horse's owner/foster mom (he's a OTTB from a rescue), was walking out of the barn just when I said "Come on, you dumbass!" to her horse, who was refusing to walk across a very mild patch of mud right in front of the gate. I needed him to get moving because Hampton was literally breathing down my neck and I didn't want there to be a fight.

Did I mention that woman had her 5 year old daughter with her?

Yeah. Way to make a good first impression. Oh Hi I'm the girl that called your precious OTTB a dumbass.

She is actually a very nice lady and didn't seem offended or put off by my language. Maybe she didn't hear that?

Spring 2011

When Hamps moved in, he moved into a stall that is about 8 inches larger than the other stalls because of the way the boards were put together. Well, another boarder's 14.2 mare was kicked out of that stall and moved into a normal one to accommodate Hampton.

This lady was PISSED.

I was not there, but the barn manager said she was slamming and throwing things ... then outright refused to speak to anyone. This morning I found a snarky note on the dry erase board: "Remove the salt block holder from stall 12 and return it to me" ... and I honestly tried to unscrew the damn thing but couldn't. This lady also gave me the cold shoulder all morning.

Oh, did I mention this is a lady in her 60s with a tenure at the local university?

The barn manager said she has gotten angry before when her horse has had to move. And also, this is a boarding barn. The stall your horse is in is NOT your personal property. The horse's health comes first and the manager and I both felt Hampton should be in the bigger stall.

I am just going to lie low with this lady until she cools off. The manager is on my side so I will just let her handle the crazy lady.

SPEAKING of crazy ... the old BO from the old barn apparently was ticked off at my instructor for "stealing her business." My instructor is the one who tipped me off about this new barn and the job. I thought it was so inappropriate for the old BO to approach her and blame her for the fact that the (old) barn lost business due to my moving. It was 100% my choice to 1) take the job and 2) move my horse.

Barn drama!!!!!!!!

But in all honesty, I really love this (new) barn so far. The boarders (except Cold Shoulder Susie) have been super friendly and welcoming. And I love working in the mornings. It's ever better now that Hamps lives there. Can't beat seeing his furry, adorable face at 7 a.m. :)

I promise photos soon!

You move me

... true.

After a week of wind, rain, hail, tornados, snow, sunshine and more wind, I finally got to ride Hampton today. I worked mostly on rhythm and relaxation - letting him stretch and taking that time to make sure my position was accurate. (ahem - right toe!!). His canter was lovely today as well. I added some work with shoulder in and ranvers and then we called it a day.

It was also a bittersweet ride ... it was our last at this barn. No it's not perfect but I have some great memories there and will miss it. The BO was wonderfully understanding about our move which makes me feel a lot better. I don't like burning bridges and she is also my friend and I do plan on visiting the barn every once in a while. (Plus, they are a Tribute grain dealer so I will have to go get noms for the horse anyway).

After our ride, I packed up the trailer for our move. So tomorrow I just need to throw the beast on board. The new barn is about 20 minutes away so not too bad.

I also gave Hampton a haircut. Pulled his mane (and by pulled, I mean took my clippers and hacked it off), clipped his face and his fetlocks the best I could. So now he looks like someone might actually own and love him, instead of looking like a freakishly tall, feral mustang.

Hippie mane and fetlocks are gone now.

Tomorrow we move!!