Horse Camp-Rewind

Lauren's camp with Dianne in 2005.  Who can name everyone in the picture?

Lauren’s camp with Dianne in 2005. Who can name everyone in the picture?

When we moved to Texas, Lauren was just a youngster.  She had ridden in Florida but was not very accomplished.  Ally had taken lessons for several years, been away to horse camp and had her own horses.  Lauren hadn’t quite found her place in the world and had struggled with the move, me working so much and just being the new kid.  I got the great idea that horse camp, like Ally had attended in North Carolina would be a great thing for her.

The only thing was money was very tight and the type of high dollar overnight sleep away camp that Ally had attended during better times in my marriage was not an option for this new to Texas little girl.  We had just gotten our horse, Kid for Ally and I.  Lauren was ten that summer.  We were at a feed store and saw a flyer for a camp at Whipple Tree Farm.  It had great pictures of girls and horses having fun.  It was 15 miles from our house (in case things didn’t go well) and it was amazingly inexpensive (at least compared to the NC camp).

That first week at Whipple Tree literally changed Lauren’s life.  Mickey came soon after as an extension of what she learned in that first week of overnight camp.  The fancy camp that Ally attended in North Carolina had horseback riding.  But there were scores of other activities as well.  It had horses, but was not a horse camp.  WTF (Whipple Tree Farm-what were you thinking?)was first and only a horse camp.  The kids rode maybe six or seven hours a day and went back out at night to ride bareback under the stars.  Maybe on Wednesdays, there might be a swimming excursion, but it was total immersion horses from start to finish.

I remember Lauren returning to our boarding barn after her week at camp.  I had never seen any rider improve so dramatically.  While she was barely trotting before, she cantered off with ease on Kid, who has never been a beginner’s horse.  She was more confident working around the horses and told me new things about riding English that I had not known.

She went to camp in July, we bought Mickey from the rescue in September and all the two of them did was continue to climb the ranks of the equestrian world.

I think it is also worth noting that every single girl in the picture above, some now wives and mothers, are still in our circle of life (kind of Lion Kingish, but oh, well!)  At the very least we are all friends on Facebook and I can tell you pretty accurately what they are doing now.  I think that says something about these special girls who were part of the days at Whipple Tree.

I contacted Dianne about accepting Jordyn into the day camp program this summer although she was only five years-old.  Seven is the usual starting point.  But Dianne knew Jo had grown up with horses, was mature for her age and could handle the rigors of camp-or I convinced her all that was true.

When we told Jo about going to camp at Miss Dianne’s-she told us it would be the best week of her life.  Pretty high expectations.  Jordyn had taken some of her first horse rides at Dianne’s and was just about six months-old in this picture bareback on pony Dusty.

Jordyn totally at home on pony Dusty.

Jordyn totally at home on pony Dusty.

First day of camp, Jordyn was nervous.  Lauren was going to spend the day her but Ally texted me to call her and give her a pep talk.  She was assigned to ride Dusty again, who we all remembered but of course, meant nothing to her.  When Jo was two she would eagerly trot around on her Snowney pony.  She spent a lot of time at the farm then and rode consistently.  She has not trotted by herself in years (and she is only five).  Dianne did not know about the trotting apprehension and in the moments Lauren walked away from the ring the first morning, Dianne had Jordyn trotting along.  She had to tell me she used a crop, too!

The second day Ally got there, Jo told her, just go on mom, my best friend is over there.  Ally was excused.

So, in our rewind Whipple Tree Farm (and total deja-vu for me) a week at the WTF riding camp has also changed Jordyn as a rider.  She has trotted long and hard each day.  She has unsaddled her own pony, washed him down and put away her gear.  She just wants more!  She told me some the of girls “were CANTERING, granny!!”  which is what she aspires to do next.

Tomorrow is the last day.  But Jo is already planning lessons and shows. Not sure what we will do with her Snow pony yet, but am so glad she LOVES to ride.  I do not know if it was the greatest week of her life or not, but it served as a pretty good one for me.  Thank you Dianne for all you relentlessly do for these young riders, day in, day out, year after year, to teach them that a horse is their most special companion and their barn friends truly are forever friends.

Jordyn with Dusty today-handling him like a pro!

Jordyn with Dusty today-handling him like a pro!

Surgery

My horse, Bruno, had surgery to cure an infection in his hoof, almost seven months ago. I had my fourth surgery to repair rotator cuff tears, three months ago.

I was scheduled today for an MRI with dye injected into the joint. I got to the imaging center in a pretty fair state of mind. I was actually more concerned about the money I was spending than I was the procedure. Then I got called to the x-ray room where they explained the procedure. I have had this done before and remembered needles in my shoulder, but I did not remember it as a bad time. However, I really remember child birth pretty favorably so there you go.

As she started to tell me about the needle and moving it against the bone and moving the needle again, I was almost sick. I asked her to quit talking. She told me I still had to sign the waiver. I said, okay, just no more talking. I almost left. Really. It went through my brain, that I would just have to come do it again, so I stayed.

My ability to tolerate pain is diminished. Both my shoulders hurt. I have been trying to swim and can’t. Ditto, lifting much of anything. I wish I had never had surgery on my left shoulder at all. It hurt before, but it worked. Not now. I am sure (I see doc tomorrow) that my right shoulder is completely torn, again. I am just as sure he will tell me I need immediate surgery or it will be unrepairable.

I don’t care! I just cannot do it again so soon or perhaps ever. Maybe I will have reduced use of my shoulders but can not take it again.

In this happy mood, I got home to an empty house. Okay, there were seven dogs but no Lauren. She had left a note.

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She had cooked a turkey breast (peace offering). The dogs needed to be fed. Horses were fed. Then the all-star news of the day! Bruno was REALLY lame and needed to be stalled for the night. Lauren had started meds.

I don’t even know if it is the same hoof, but we can assume so. What now? I am just at a giving up point. Totally.

I hope that means better news is in store for us soon. I just hope.

Personality

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Within our schooling horse show association, someone looked at the calendar and picked Fourth of July weekend as a great time for a horse show. And actually compared to the heat wave of last weekend, this show with its balmy 90 degree plus days was cooler. I was there Friday when trainer Dev started the mare Feather out in the big arena. Feather, six, is continuing to progress. This show we had planned to move her up in jumping height to the 2’9″ – 3 foot division of Schooling Jumper.

Kona was with me, his nappy poodle coat acting like Velcro to all the dust, spider webs and debris that was present in the arena bleachers.

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We watched as Dev got a choppy ride from the mare. She seemed hot, her grey coat soaked in sweat, and unwilling to make an attempt at more than an occasional jump. Getting her to take a combination of fences was met with sloppy jumping and lackluster style. I was afraid that by the time Lauren got to ride there would be no horse left.

Nagging at the back of my brain was the thought that maybe we had seen all this mare had to offer. Extreme, I know, but who really knew what this young mare could do. Lauren rode a few jumps and we called it a day. I didn’t know if it was the heat, the horse or just one of those things.

Saturday, we were thinking the jumper ring started at 10 am. We needed to ride, trailer home and get to Kendyll’s birthday party. As it rolled on towards noon, I checked with the office. The schedule was to not start before 10. So, we waited some more.

Finally, the jumps were set and Lauren was third in the line-up. As they started their round, it was just like a playback of yesterday. Feather was slow, unwilling, and sloppy over the fences. There is a maximum time set for each round and Feather was almost ten seconds slower. I did not think I had ever seen her do so poorly.

I understand the heat was pretty brutal, but this is a young, well-conditioned athlete. Second round, Feather jumped one jump from a dead stop, walked on course (it’s supposed to be about speed!) and I heard one man remark, “boy, that horse sucks!”. I was stunned. I knew Lauren had to get the mare moving.

Mickey, Lauren’s jumping companion of many years, FLEW over the jumps. Going too slow was never an issue. Feather, well, I wasn’t sure what was up. I yelled down from the stands to Dev. “Crop?”, I suggested. He shook his head no. But he said she would try Caroline’s spurs in the final round. I was not sure what would happen. We had not used either on this sensitive mare before. Caroline completed a good round with Roy, hopped off and started trading gear with Lauren. Lauren had already been called to start. The was no time to try out spurs. At the last second, Dev handed her the crop as well. I held my breath.

Spurring the mare forward, off they went towards the first jump. Feather put in a great, athletic and quick round. She was, glory be, the new leader as they ended. Feather said it was hot and she did not want to jump but if it was that important to us, okay!

In the end we missed first place by 1/10th of a second. We were pretty proud of that second place after the day we had! We got a lesson in personality. Feather is not Mickey. We will need to learn and respect who she is. It is all about personality.

Marking Time

Kendyll Paige with her first birthday Mickey Mouse cake

Kendyll Paige with her first birthday Mickey Mouse cake

I guess somewhere after the invention of the calendar and sun-dial, someone figured out that things, people, animals, trees even insects go through a life cycle growing, maturing and changing.  I am certainly not the one to work you through the details of that.  I do know that for many centuries we have been rather reliably (in some cases) been marking time from the birth and onward of those we love.

I have old bibles of my father’s family that steadfastly record the birth, confirmation, marriage and death of the family members.  Some go back to Ireland.  My dad was born in 1912 and would have 101 now if he was still alive.  My youngest grand-child, Kendyll was born July 5, 2012 over one hundred years after my father.  That is a little crazy for me.  One hundred years of life experiences are shared by the three of us.  Imagine all that has changed in that time.

Today was the celebration of Kendyll’s first birthday and it was a big extravaganza with a huge waterslide (that I do not think Kendyll even went down-but I could have missed it), lots of friends, food, good times and happiness.  Lauren had a horse show and we mis-read the schedule.  We thought her ring started at 10 am which would give us plenty of time to ride, trailer the horse home and get back to the party.  Instead, the schedule read “not before” 10 am.  Wow, big difference.  The first classes didn’t even start in the ring until almost noon.

So, Lauren and I were late and rushed.  When we got to the party, it was in full swing with cars lining the street.  Ally, although we told her not to, had waited for Kendyll to have her cake until we got there.  We were grateful.  Jordyn (the doting big sister) was standing by Kendyll’s high chair ready for some cake demolition.

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Kendyll needed no explanation or warm up pitch.  She got right to cake and tore it apart.  I really don’t think she ate very much but smashed cake abounded.

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Next, after a little hose down, Kendyll was ready to take on the presents that so many had graciously brought.  Mickey was a common theme.  Lauren and I got her a Disney magical stable for princesses and their horses, that Amber had helped us find.  It looked pretty fun.

And although we were late and missed a lot of activities, what I did not miss which means the world to me, was Kendyll first couple of steps.  At least Ally told us they were her first steps.  Doesn’t matter as I was so pleased to be there and be part of such a milestone.

Happy Birthday little Kendyll!  I hope you learn all these stories of your family and your life and pass them down to your grandchildren one day as well.  You could start with how you waited for Granny before taking those first steps just to be sure she was included in all the big family events.

Kendyll unwrapping her presents.

Kendyll unwrapping her presents.

Feet first-a Bruno story

It has been over six months and 200 days since Bruno underwent surgery to clean out an infection in his left, front hoof. Surgery included taking out a significant portion of his coffin bone as well. We were told it would be a year before Bruno would be ready to ‘try’ to work again.

We had gotten the horse from our trainer, Dev, who unapologetically said he was playing to my rescue horses mentality. From the moment I saw him on Dev’s trailer, standing with his ears up and nose to the wind, I was smitten with him.

He was released by the great docs at Texas A&M Vet Hospital with clean x-rays in June. We were ready to start the Bruno goes to work story as a preamble to the Bruno jumps at horse shows story. But it has not gone as we hoped. I have been decidedly quiet on the Bruno front. Since his June release we have had three good rides without lameness. Not what we had hoped. We have added bute and injections for any inflammation he may have. But nothing has really a helped.

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Our farrier, Roland, getting ready to do Bruno’s feet for the first time.

We have been told when we have posted pictures of Bruno, that his toes were too long. I thought so too. But it is really hard to accept the farrier chosen by TAMU would not have done them well. Roland has done my horses for years. I trust his judgement. So, today I told him evaluate this horse and treat him as any new client. First, he wanted to get some toe off (the toe is the point facing the off the front of the hoof). And then I just trusted him. We definitely needed a change for the better.

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The right toe has not been trimmed yet. Look at the rounder, shorter left foot.

Then we added a support pad in the straight bar shoe to hopefully give Bruno more help in maintaining the new hoof. Roland cut back all four feet. I prayed it would be enough to bring this horse back to soundness.

We releAsed him to the pasture and watched as he pounded down the line,then through and around the big arena. He was looking pretty solid.

Mickey has been working and wearing shoes at least 12 years. But he is not working much now, so we thought we would try to leave him barefoot. It has been very dry so maybe not the best time but we will see how it goes.

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Mickey with his new barefeet getting ready for a ride with me while Lauren readies Bruno behind

Bruno’s ride was the best we have had since the surgery. It was not perfect, but he was moving much better. I really hope we have the right shoes on him now to move forward. His trots and canters were good tonight.

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Liking this shot at the trot through the dusty arena but with nice position and extension.

Mickey and I had a good ride with his new barefeet as well! I hope we are on the cusp of getting the big horse finally into training.

Liebster Award

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I have been nominated for a Liebster Award that recognizes new blogs and blogs with a readership of less than 200.  I started this blog in April, 2012 looking for a way to tell the stories of my life with family, horses, dogs and all our adventures.  It has been so rewarding to see the readership that has grown and the support I garnered from you all as Bruno’s, my OTTB horse, story unfolded and continued.  I got some interesting comments from friends and family that had tuned into my blog to stay updated with my family. But they told me they had kept reading the blog because of a horse that had captured their imaginations.

I learned of the nomination while on vacation in Maui and was so thrilled to have Stephanie from Ngugi’s Word (http://ngugiottb.wordpress.com/) nominate me for this award.  By itself, that was a wonderful gift.  I have enjoyed her blog as I have worked to find additional new blogs to nominate.

It took some work to pick which new blogs that I enjoyed most just due to the vast number and variety of blogs available.  I list below an eclectic eleven blogs that range from good advice on living life, to horses, therapy poodles, and Doberman.

Here are the rules I was given and the information I was requested to present.

Here are the rules:  1. Thank the Liebster Blog presenter who nominated you and link back to their blog.

2. Post 11 facts about yourself, answer the 11 questions you were asked and create 11 questions for your nominees.

3. Nominate 11 blogs who you feel deserve to be noticed and leave a comment on their blog letting them know they have been chosen.

4. Display the Liebster award logo.

5. No tag backs.

Here are eleven facts about me:

1.  Ever since I was in grade school, I wanted to be a writer and rider.  My dad was an Irishman who always had a story to tell. He also owned quarter horses from the day I was born as well.

2. I am a Colorado native, but circumstances (like wanting to be employed) have led me to live in south Texas.

3. I have three daughters, three granddaughters and one grandson!

4. The best days of my life are spent with my family at the farm or on the beach.

5. I love to read.

6. I consider myself athletic although in recent years, too much food and too little exercise make me not necessarily like the reflection in mirror.

7. I cannot see myself living anywhere but on my little farm (although a condo in Maui in the winter and a Colorado ranch in the summer have a certain appeal!).

8. I cannot imagine a life without my animals.

9. My doctor once told me I was the most resilient person he knew; physically, mentally and intellectually.  I think that is good.

10. I would love to ride horses in Ireland one day.

11. I am lucky in so many ways to live the life I am living.

My answers to the questions I was asked:

1) What do animals do for you? Animals create a connection to a spiritual world that I find the best of places for me to be.

2) What do you remember from 8th grade English class? Realizing I wanted to write to in some way, somehow, the rest of my life.
3) What would you change about yourself if you could? I would be less mercurial and more settled.
4) What has been your proudest moment? I do not know. I have been blessed so many times and in so many ways, from my biggest success in having a wonderful family to successes personally and professionally. I cannot pick one moment.
5) Who do you admire the most in your life and why? My father is who I always have admired most. He came from a small town, with no opportunities and yet succeeded hugely in life.
6) If you could make a soundtrack to your life, what song would definitely be on it? “I had the time of my life”
7) Do you have a favorite mantra? Live openly, love even the threat and the pain.
8) How do you define a relationship? Two people who care and support one another
9) What do you spend most of your time thinking about? Ways to do things better.
10) What scares you? Many things, finances, pain, being alone, but I have fought back against many things and won.  I will always fight back again.
11) What’s your favorite thing about blogging? Sharing the stupid, nutty things that happen in my life with a sense of humor so that even the bad can be good.

Eleven questions to my nominees:

1.  What caused you to start blogging?

2.  What was the hardest thing you have ever walked away from?

3.   What do you wish would change in your every day life?

4.   If you review your blogs, what are you most passionate about?

5.  If you had to start a new blog on a total different subject, or a specific subject what would it be?

6.  What was the best moment of your life?

7.  Where would you live if money and family were not an issue?

8.  If you could be a superior athlete, what would be your sport?

9.  What is one trait you wish you had more of that you don’t?

10.  What is one somewhat unique ability you have that most people don’t?

11.  If you had only five books to read (and re-read) for the rest of your life what would two of them be?

And now it’s my turn to nominate 11 blogs that I enjoy reading, find informative, motivating or just fun.

  1.  Random Thoughts of a Senile Old Man
  2. Mark This Day
  3. Our House on a Hill
  4. MMC Eventing
  5. Kady Hobbins
  6. Puppy Jack Pot
  7. Desk Jockeys
  8. Pearl Snaps
  9. Dobermann Daze
  10. Ike’s Centerline Adventures
  11. Bits, Belts and Breeches

I want to thank all the people who tune into our blogs and hope they will take a look at these blogs I have nominated.  Each of these blogs, in different ways, with different topics has been a pleasure to read.  To all of you, thank you for reading Exechorseluver.  To my nominees, keep writing and I will keep riding along!

Confidence

Giant Bruno being confidently handled by five year-old Jordyn

Giant Bruno being confidently handled by five year-old Jordyn

I have been in this horse business a long time.  I am not the rider my daughter is, I will never jump the jumps she jumps or understand as precisely the nuances of planning a winning round in the jumper ring, still I have learned many things of value over the years.

Jordyn was down over the hot, hot weekend.  She helped clean stalls, feed, wash down horses and got to ride.  Each time she does, she learns something new.  Above, she had helped wash down Bruno as he was covered with sweat and dust.  Like much of the country we have had crazy hot days and it has taken a toll on all of us.

Jordyn wanted to use the hose to spray off Bruno.  Lauren did the sensitive places first and then let Jordyn spray his legs, back and stomach.  Bruno, although big, is pretty well behaved.  However, I think when we gave Jordyn his leadrope and said hold him, she probably had the odd mixture of “oh, my GOSH”  and “I am going to die!” going on in her head.  Obviously, Jordyn could not hold Bruno if he wanted to walk away, but I had confidence that he would stand quietly for Jordyn.  And once Jordyn held Bruno for a few safe minutes, she had confidence she could hold him as well.

I read other bloggers and their escapades online.  One lady, Stephanie, has an OTTB that she is bringing along after his track days.  Stephanie actually found my blog first and has recognized my blog in a way I will discuss soon, but meanwhile, it allowed me to learn more about her experiences with OTTBs.  Stephanie had a bad experience (okay, like the horse reared and almost landed on her) with her mare at the canter.  She has been seeking the confidence to canter again.

I think we can all relate.  When we have a bad experience, horse related or not, we tend to analyze the situration and swear we will never get in that position again.  Then we worry, a lot.  Then our worries fester, some more.

I do all those things as well.  But one thing I know for sure, in a world where I feel less is certain every day, I know that accidents and bad things happen.  But I also know, absolutely, that we must let go of that and focus on what is right with all we do.

I have had horrible, bone breaking falls.  I always (so far) have had no doubt and no worries, that I would be back riding again as soon as I could.  Okay, I could have a low IQ, lack the ability to assess danger or just be a thrill seeker.  I do not believe any of those things apply to me.  I have learned through horses, that I must do what I am confident in doing and not push, or worry about the things I am not.

I had Mariah, now Caroline’s horse, that was a big, strong young horse.  She challenged me at the canter every time I rode her.  This came not too long after recovering from a broken pelvis.  I had NO desire to be hurt.  So, what did I do?  I worked Mariah at variations of the trot, fast, slow, turning, straight aways until one day when she broke into a canter, we just went with it.  I had plenty of confidence to trot and none to canter.  But I became the best trotter I could be with her.  It also paid off tenfold in Mariah’s ability to turn on a dime.

Lauren came off of Feather at her lesson on Friday.  They were schooling jumps higher and more difficult than previously.  As they came through to the fifth jump, Feather cleared it fine but had to land and turn hard to the left to make the next jump.  It was a zig zag moment and Lauren fought to stay on, but failed.  She skidded up to the big fence at the end of arena.  She had some road rash from the sand but seemed okay (subsequently we learned she broke her big toe which must have smashed against the stirrup iron).

Feather does not have much experience with people flying off her back.  This was maybe the third time Lauren had fallen off of her.  As Lauren fell, Feather bolted across the arena. In the whole fight or flight (Feather chose flight) mentality of the horse, with Lauren unexpectedly coming off, the banging of the stirrup hard against her side and the back blocks of the saddle ripping off, had to be very frightening.

We got the two of them back together and Lauren was to re-jump the jump.  Often, a trainer might lower the jump or make it more inviting for the horse, but Dev left it at its current height and sent Lauren and Feather on their way.  I have to say that I held my breath as they headed toward the jump.  But the many, many successful jumps they had made over the last year and half paid off.  They soared handily over the jump. Feather never hesitated.

The actual jump-the second time, both looking confident and strong.

The actual jump-the second time, both looking confident and strong.

I learned something about both of them here.  Lauren has gone off Mickey more times than I care to remember.  The falls were usually a little dramatic and getting back to work a little delayed (and I get it, I would not want to get back on either!)  Lauren now had confidence in her mare.  And this grey mare that came to us from Florida, sight unseen, well, she proved something as well.  She proved she was brave, had heart and most of all, had confidence in Lauren.

Read the post about the OTTB Gugi here:

Peaks and Valleys