Something to whine about

Jo, Kendyll and I all driving the truck as Lauren, Gaylyn and Ally stack hay.

Jo, Kendyll and I all driving the truck as Lauren, Gaylyn and Ally stack hay.

So in my last post, I whined and complained and felt sorry for myself.  As my daddy would have said, “quit whining or I will give you something to whine about!”  Things were not that bad, certainly not for me or my family, but I was about to see that they could get a whole lot worse.

On Friday, we had Roland scheduled to do the horse’s hooves.  I just wanted a quiet weekend to catch up on some sleep and finish some chores.  Lauren had a lesson with Feather and Dev.  She hoped to get back home before the worst of the Friday, Memorial Day weekend, traffic started.  When I pulled in, I saw the hay was already being baled and thought, oh, no!  We had planned on picking up the baled hay Saturday night not Friday.  I called my friend Gaylyn and told her of the change of plans.  She had not so choice words to say.  It was her husband’s birthday and not a great night to pick up hay.

Then I called Ally.  She had offered to help with the hay.  And I needed the help. With my arm still out of commission, I felt entitled to my daughter’s help.  Wish I had just done it myself.

Everything happened at once.  Roland got here and started on Feather.  Ally, Jo and baby Kendyll showed up at the same time.  Then Gaylyn told me she was en route with her trailer.  I was not at all sure how we were going to accomplish driving, stacking, and lifting the hay from the field while taking care of Kendyll and holding horses for Roland.  As Gaylyn pulled in and announced she was getting 50 bales (we were only getting 20 this time), Roland finished with Feather.  He would start on Mickey (who he could do without help) while we went to the field to start on the hay.

In the end, I sat in the driver’s seat with Kendyll on my lap, inadequately trying to hold her and drive with my one arm as the other was strapped down in the sling.  Pretty much we idled along and Jordyn “drove” as Ally stood in the trailer stacking the hay that Lauren and Gaylyn were tossing up from the field.  To compound our level of frustration was another pick-up truck and trailer in the field with auto lifter, where one person placed the hay on the conveyor belt which lifted it up into the trailer bed.  Wow, way better than the manual female labor  we had going on.  I looked in the rearview mirror at one point and saw Ally standing four bales high on the flat-bed trailer.  I said to Jordyn, your momma is going to fall off of there.  But I didn’t warn anyone.  Not once.

We got (okay, they got) all 70 bales loaded (while the men with conveyor belt probably loaded 200 bales-but whatever).  We had made it back up to the barn.  Gaylyn backed the trailer to the gate.  We were going to offload our 20 bales, so we could get Roland finished and Gaylyn off to her home.  I passed Kendyll to Gaylyn to hold as I was trying to get my one-armed self out of the truck.  Kendyll didn’t want to come back to me.  She was perfectly happy with Gaylyn.

Then, Lauren yelled, “Ally fell, Ally fell!!” In the next few seconds, everything went by in super speed.  Gaylyn and I were somehow next to fallen Ally.  Baby Kendyll was somehow in Roland’s arms.  Ally had fallen at least eight feet from the top of the stacked hay off the hay trailer to the hard ground.  Immediately she told us-“My wrist is broken!”

I went and got our truck.  Ally and I were off to the hospital.  It was apparent by the time we arrived that both of Ally’s arms were hurt.  The first thing the ER doc ordered was morphine.  Not a good sign.

The x-rays were difficult for Ally to bear.  But the doctor came back with the news that nothing was broken.  We breathed a big sigh of relief and were almost giddy.  They splinted her one wrist and placed her other arm in a sling.  I still had on my sling.  We looked like refugees of a bad place or a bad night.

Slings and Splints.

Slings and Splints.

It was a bad night for me and a horrible night for Ally.  I decided to just sleep in the room alongside my daughter (for probably the first time in at least 12 years).  I was afraid she would need something and not be able to reach it without use of either arm.  Throughout the long night, a hundred times Ally wondered aloud about why her arm hurt so much.  I am always skeptical of ER x-ray reads, but figured they could read a fracture in such large bones.  I do not think either of us slept more than 30 minutes at time. We did get a chance to have some great talks as the night slowly moved along.  I am grateful for that.

This morning the ER called back to report the arm in the sling was fractured, just an inch or so below the elbow.  Lauren took her sister back to the hospital as I stayed with both young girls.

We are scheduled to take a trip of a lifetime to Hawaii in less than two weeks.  All my girls, all the family, the grandkids, Blake and his mother are all coming along for this long-saved for, long anticipated trip.  Ally will be in a cast.  Maybe in two casts.  It will not be what we hoped.  Neither Ally or I will be swimming in the gentle Maui seas.

Luke is headed home from his heroic Oklahoma recovery trip to a wife with a broken arm and no use of her sprained arm.  He will be exhausted.  A 11 month old baby slows down for no one.

Ally is still in a crazy amount of pain.  I will be calling the hospital back soon if she does not start to get some relief.  We are all blurry eyed and exhausted.  And sad and disappointed.  Guess as my dad said, we have something to whine about now!

Please keep Ally and her family in your prayers!

p.s.  Big shout of thanks to Gaylyn and Roland.  They both jumped in feet first to take care of my grandkids and my daughter.  Roland, with no good reason than his innate good manners, helped stack all the hay.  The pony Pixie was still left to do and Lauren held Kendyll, the pony’s leadrope and some alfalfa as Roland completed her feet.  We are blessed for our great friends and family.

Tomorrow will be another day

DSC01097I can’t tell what is doing it exactly

If it is the immense sorrow I feel when seeing the pictures of Moore

Or if my six weeks of sleepness nights following my surgery have just caught up with me but I am overwhelmed with sadness

It may be that a great horse died today, Prince, Feather’s half-brother

Too early, too soon and in great pain

I don’t know what is exactly the cause of my sadness

But I do think in this busy world we live in, between work, family, home and animals

Things you can handle normally just sometimes need a little tiny wisp of a wind

And that wind blows away the fragile balance you have maintained for so long.

Tomorrow will be a new day.  I will restore myself with some sleep and prayer.

I will rebuild the balance and restore my faith

Tomorrow will be another day

This and That

Not your everyday site!  Cart horses from the Morris Ranch and Carriage House schooling today on the back roads of Wharton.

Not your everyday sight! Cart horses from the Morris Ranch and Carriage House schooling today on the back roads of Wharton.

I was off today for my follow-up appointments with my orthopedic surgeon and physical therapy.  I was eager to see the doctor hoping that he would finally release me from the giant black sling.  But no, I guess he knows me too well and dictated another three weeks in the sling.  I begged him that I was leaving for vacation and he cut it down to two and half weeks.  GEEZ!!  I was not looking forward to PT-and it was not memorable (at least not in a good way).

After that I thought it would be a quiet day but no, there were lots of things to do.  It rained early canceling Lauren’s trip to Dev’s.  We were off to get alfalfa hay which had been freshly cut.  When we arrived at my favorite green isles, we saw a cart with three beautiful horses hitched up.  The hay man’s neighbors are the famous (at least around here) Morris Ranch and Carriage House.  Top trainers from England, Paul and Suzanne were giving the horse’s a little morning workout down the quiet back roads.  What a treat to see them in action!

Our vet, Lynn Criner, showed up with student, Kirby, in tow to work on the new pony’s teeth.  They extracted two wolf teeth after some sedation and then proceeded to give the pony a teeth filing and cleaning.  Lynn still does equine dental work, the old-fashioned way without power tools, but the results are always awesome.

Say ahhh!  Dr. Criner extracting two teeth from Pixie's little mouth.

Say ahhh! Dr. Criner extracting two teeth from Pixie’s little mouth.

After we finished up with Pix, Dr. Criner checked out Feather.  As a vet and a chiropractic specialist, we wanted her to check out Feather’s overall structure.  Although needing some adjustment in the neck and shoulder (which makes sense with her job as a jumper-landing feet first off of big jumps), Feather was remarkably changed and relaxed after her adjustments.  Lynn commented on how well Feather’s back was muscled up now-with a nod to Lauren’s conditioning work.  And she did not have a sore spot all the way down her back!

No hands, ma!  Feather was so relaxed she stood quietly as Dr. Criner worked her over.

No hands, ma! Feather was so relaxed she stood quietly as Dr. Criner worked her over.

Jordyn, Kendyll and Ally came for their Wednesday ride but with the recent vet work, we decided no riding tonight.  Ally had a lot of pictures to show me that her husband Luke had sent from Moore, Oklahoma and site of the horrific tornadoes.  He is with the Houston based CenterPoint Energy helping restore power and lines to the many in need.  I think the experience will change him forever.  Ally is hoping he will make it home for Jordyn’s upcoming kindergarten graduation, but if he doesn’t he is doing the right thing for the right reason.

We continue to pray for all those affected by the tornadoes and the safety of all the volunteers and workers.

Getting lost in the translation- My new favorite ad!

I am now a little obsessed with the horse ads in our local paper.  I just read the title, the price and then click on any that might be a little strange.  I saw this title:

4th of a mile horse young stud WITH PAPERS

And had to read the full ad-who quickly gets what kind of horse this is?  Who along with me, does not wonder how this was communicated from Spanish to English for the ad.  Did the owner explain this horse was bred to run short distances faster than any other horse alive?  And then was it explained that the horses ran just 1/4 of mile in their race?  Then was this new name designed by the young helper who admits upfront that he does not know horses?  This is an ad for American Quarter Horse.  I guess it could be worse-the translation could have been “One quarter of a horse for sale!”

Actual Ad

4th of a mile horse young stud WITH PAPERS 1yr 8 months – $3000

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My boss is selling his horse. He only knows Spanish so im having to translate this and I don’t know much about horses. Its  1 year and 8 months 4th of a mile male stud with papers. He is selling him only because he no longer has time to take care of him since work picked up my name is Christian give me a call for more information.   

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Horse Ads-real ads what they might really mean

A friend of mine called me about a barrel horse she had seen in the local horse ads.  I was intrigued to see what other horses might be listed on this site.  Apparently, no one edits or checks these ads.  I know I misspell words occasionally or leave out a word-but I proof-read multiple times and make Lauren read each post out loud.  So, I understand errors happen. But, if something is going to be published check to see what you wrote and if it makes sense.  For instance, horses are measured in hands.  A 15 hand horse can be 15.1, 15.2 or 15.3 hands high, if over 15.3 the next increment is 16 hands and so on.  Each hand is four inches (the size of an average man’s hand back before we could order a giant measuring stick from the Dover catolog).

I collected some of my favorite ads. I remember reading an article a while back that had some good definitions of what words in a horse ad really mean.  So if the ad says this-it might mean this:

  • Bomb-proof:  (will never, ever move)
  • Can Jump the moon (and the pasture gate)
  • Walks-trots-canters quietly (but will never stop at the gallop)
  • ‘A’ Show pony not for beginner (or any other type of rider)
  • OTTB-sound (when he is not lame)
  • Exciting to ride (for the bi-polar personality)

Note-I have copied the actual ad as it was written for release (I swear).  The original ad appears in normal type and my obnoxious comments are bolded.

Ad #1-Percheron for sale 

Billy is a beautiful flea-bitten grey percheron. 17.5 (no such thing)hands tall, would be awesome for a person of any size. He is gentle, needs a little flexing work (because he is stiff or lame). Hopped on him after not being ridden for two years yesterday and he did awesome!  (So he has had no work for two years (totally out of condition)-he did awesome but rider may be dead.)

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Stunning little POA that is broke to ride but needs more saddle blankets (not sure what that means unless it is like my dad said a good horse needs to have sweated through a lot of saddle pads.  He is obviously not well broke!).  Not a kids horse at this time (or ever), (so why take a picture with the kid on him clearly making you believe he is a kid’s pony?) although my kids have ridden her she is spoiled and likes to do things her way (I read this as the pony is a bully-like most ponies).  She sticks out at 13.3 and is SOLID (fat?)built. 

Ad # 3- Leadline Pony-Show Season Starts Soon! 

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Nick is a Palomino Shetland Pony Gelding thats is an estimated 18+ years old. (I am guessing at least 25!)
He has a very long flowing blond mane and tail. And is cute as a button.
He is leadline broke (bareback or with a saddle).
He will carry a bridle, but hasn’t been taught to steer to ride independantly.(You cannot not ride him by yourself!)
We lead my 1 year old nefew on him, and he’s great. But have 2 welsh ponies and just don’t do anything with this one.
He is a pony, so he can be a butt. (This scares me as he freely admits the pony is the pony from hell but wait this is the best ad ever!)  But not biting, kicking, ect… Is hard to catch in a pasture, but jut shake a feed bucket. (And he will run you down to get to the food!)
He does only have one ear, the previous owners said he was attacked by coyotes. (I burst out laughing the first time I read this!!  Not what I think of when I think Leadline pony.  Wow-maybe I can get him and Kendyll can do Pin Oak Leadline on the one eared pony next year-and about that…)
He is fine, is not ear shy or head shy. His long mane and forlock cover it. (Are you serious-does he look like a slightly skewed Unicorn?)  So its just cosmectic.(How does that work?  Is there a hole in his head where his ear was or it sewed over like a missing eye?  Way too creepy for me!)
He does not like 2 horse Straight load trailers. But is perfect in a stock trailer. Summer Series are starting soon. Here is a great little guy to show off. (I do not even believe this ad exists-who would pay money for a one-eared, mean, unloading, unrideable pony?)

 If you are interested in any of these horses, I can steer you to the actual ad.  Lauren seriously wants the one-eared pony to be Bruno’s pet.    Not coming here!!  No wonder it is so hard to find the right horse!

To Presevere or not

DSCN0324I believe in God.  I believe that God guides my way.  I also believe that I need to push on when I am given challenges.  I do not give up easily.  But with that said, there comes a time when one is just stupid to try to push on.  It is like the old story about the lady on the roof with flood waters all around her.  People keep coming to rescue her and she keeps telling them ‘no, God will provide for me’.  Well, sometimes he is right there helping us and we keep wanting something more.

If you read my last post, you know that it has been a crazy couple of days with broken down cars, chickens in the road and other difficulties.  What I hadn’t written about was Lauren’s show saddle (her only saddle) was destroyed Tuesday night.  She had nothing to show in for Feather’s first show.  I did not have the funds to purchase a new saddle now, but did so we could get to the show.  Things just kept happening to deter us from making the show and I kept pushing on.  I am sort of used to things being difficult.  I had already paid money for the show and we had planned for months for Feather to make her debut at this particular show.

WE WERE GOING TO THE SHOW AND WE WOULD DO WHATEVER WE HAD TO GET IT DONE!

Dumb.  Lauren had lovely first rounds on Thursday.  It was a promise to us that Feather was coming along just as we had planned.  In fact, if anything, she was doing better than we had thought based on her limited time in the ring.  We were excited about Friday’s classes.

Friday morning found Lauren and I stuck at home with a torrential downpour, high winds and rain falling in bucketfuls. We were delayed trying to get to the Equestrian Center and our property was covered in three inches of water.  The storm as it raged, was as bad as any storm in terms of wind and rainfall.  Yet, another omen.  But we waited out the storm and headed to the show.

Immediately upon getting to Feather’s stall I knew we were looking at what would be the last straw in this fragile straw house we were building.  Feather’s back legs were swollen to twice their size.  Her stall full of cowpiles as she obviously had a serious bellyache.  She was dehydrated and obviously not feeling well, we were done.  She is a young horse with lots of shows ahead of her. We did want to mess around with a potential problem-and we could not take any chances jumping her with her legs less than perfect.

I will never know as I gaze at Feather happily eating her feed this morning or her beautiful, slim back legs, if I had been given multiple warnings to walk away from this horse show. She is grazing in the pasture now with Mickey and the new pony, well and content.

I try to do the best I can to persevere no matter the obstacles that are pushed in my path.  Perhaps a good lesson in learning to say when enough is enough would be wise.

Stranger than truth-my life!

Feather with her mane braided ready for the show.

Feather with her mane braided ready for the show.

I leave for work in the dark-like before 5:00 am.  I drive over ten miles before I hit the freeway and part of it is very rural (think Deliverance).  This morning, I am up getting into the new routine of feeding a new pony along with the others, get dressed, get in my little VW and head to work.  I am maybe four or five miles from the house when I feel a thunk.  I had not seen anything in the road, but figured I had run over something.  Immediately my icon lights up on my dash for the battery.  I am immediately panicked!  I have recently replaced the battery but who knows.  I pull over on the dark road.  Turn off the car and think, well I might as well try to start it again.  It starts right up.  Then I realize I have NO power steering.  Oh, don’t forget I just had shoulder surgery and am in a giant sling.  I try to turn the car around to head back home.  Worst thing I have done since my surgery. It hurt so bad.  I cannot make the little car turn.  I am pretty much in the middle of the rural highway and can see cars (or trucks) coming the opposite direction.  It added an extra slice of terror to being stuck in the middle of deliveranceville on the dark road and having no turning ability.

WORST TIME EVER (well, maybe not-but it was bad!).  I finally get the car turned around and head home.  By this point I am thinking maybe I just am out of power steering fluid.  It should have been checked but anything could happen.  I wake Lauren up who is due to leave for Feather’s first rated horse show at 7:00.  I tell her I am going to Wal-Mart to get power steering fluid and a giant screw driver to open the stupid VW power steering fluid reservoir.  I get back just in time for Lauren to leave, and finally open the power steering holder thing.  It is full of fluid.  I pour some in for good measure.  I get Lauren to test drive the car because my arm is killing me.  She doesn’t even get to the end of the driveway and it is obvious the car is not steering.  GEEZ!

So, in spite of her needing desperately to leave, I have her drive the car to only mechanic in town.  I follow her in the Jeep which is barely an on-road vehicle but it has power steering.  We leave the car.

Back at the house, Lauren hasn’t even gotten out of the drive to leave for the horse show when I see a missed call on my phone.  The mechanic leaves a message that says, “I have real bad news, but some good news too”.  Okay, we had this talk about the vet that does not leave specific messages. I was freaking out that I had blown my engine or something (although was a little unclear what the good news was going to be).

I get the mechanic on the phone.  This is the stranger than truth part.  I know some of you men reading along are guessing what is wrong with my car-I guarantee this is NOT what you are thinking-I lost the engine belt when a cat had gotten up in the engine.  That ‘thunk’ I heard was part of the cat falling out of the engine.  The rest of cat managed to pull the belt off the engine (thus triggering the battery light because it was not charging the alternator).  I really don’t know how that effected the power steering but it did.  So the bad news was my cat was dead-not to be flippant-but what is a week at my place without a dead cat.  Pretty much all the ones I have neutered are dead as well.  I think this was one of the wild kittens.  The good news was they only had to order a replacement belt (which would take half the day) but it was not a major deal.  Wow-so who guessed there was a cat in my engine taking off my belts? Yeah!

I finally got the car back (had to take a vacation day from work) around 1 pm and headed up to try to catch Lauren and Feather make their rated show debut.  I get there with my poodle, Kona, to learn Lauren has lost her phone.  She heads to the show ring and I go searching for her phone.  I am walking with Kona toward the show office when some random man stops me.  Excitedly he tells me, “I found your dog’s phone!!”.  A cell phone with Kona’s picture on it is in the office.  At least four more people stop me with Kona to tell me “his” phone is in the office.  Really people?  But I guess it did pay off to have such an easily identifiable picture on your cell phone background.  So, remember that-for safety sake- take a picture of something that is uniquely you and yet you are willing to parade this object around in public and put it on your phone.  That way if you lose your phone people know it is yours.  Perhaps another idea is to take a photo of your business card-less embarrassing than people thinking the poodle had a phone.

Lauren and Feather had good rounds.  Feather looked beautiful and Lauren rode well.  They earned two third places today.  But keeping with my kooky day, on the way home, we were watching the road for where we thought the kitten had fallen out when we were stopped by chickens in the road.

Why did the chicken cross the road-to get in front of my car!

Why did the chicken cross the road-to get in front of my car!

Jordyn got sent home from school with diarrhea and a sore bottom Tuesday and I flashed back to her Monday night playing with Codi, her Florida friend.  They were busily chipping off pieces of my giant horse salt block and eating it.  Codi’s mom warned not to let Jordyn have milk for three hours because the salt coupled with milk caused Codi to projectile vomit.  And it burned when it came back up.  Explains Jordyn’s sore bottom.  Trying telling the school that story.  Wow.

I have had it with living in rural crazyville!  Dev says we should just get our reality show.  Then Kona could get his own cell phone!

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My momma has been under the weather.  She will be okay but sure could use any prayers you could send her way.

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NCAA Equestrian Sports

Caitlyn and Ky showing their winning style.

Caitlyn and Ky showing their winning style.

Caitlyn, that we have followed in her run at the national equitation finals, her various trips to visit colleges and pursuit of her lofty goals, has made a decision about her college future. She signed her letter of intent with University of Tennessee-Martin and their NCAA Equestrian Team.

In the end, while Cate had visited and appreciated many of the NCAA Equestrian team colleges, including Kansas State, Oklahoma State and Texas A&M (whom I am sure would have all been happy to have her on board) made the decision to go UT-Martin.  I understand she liked the smaller size of school, the opportunities the coach was presenting her in terms of riding time and location of the school near the heart of the big equestrian center in Lexington, KY (where she might be able to meet up with her current trainer for some extra shows during the year).

I am very proud to know Caitlyn and to have been a small part of her journey.  I talked yesterday of perspective. Although part of family that always had horses,  I did not even know that there was such a thing as NCAA Equestrian sports before I moved to Texas.  Then I started to do a little research and found out more about college equestrian sports.

Actually it was only in 1998, that Equestrian was first classified as an NCAA emerging sport. Originally, there were only six participating teams (Auburn, Fresno State, Georgia, Oklahoma State, South Carolina and Texas A&M). Currently, there are 23 colleges and universities offering Equestrian as a varsity sport, with more adding the program each year.

It is not at all like any regular horse show I have ever attended.  In most horse shows, from breed shows like AQHA or APHA to rated national events, the rider buys, trains and rides their own horse.  I have often felt like it can be the story of who can afford the best horse wins, not necessarily who is the best rider.  In NCAA competitions that is all removed.  No one brings their own horse.  Each team has team horses.  And not unlike Bronc Riding in the rodeo, the riders draw for what horse they ride.  If you are the home team, you probably know the horse you are riding, but it is not “your” horse.  If you are the away team, you have a few minutes to warm-up (literally) and off you go into the ring.  I feel that evens the playing field as each team will have an equal number of home and away competitions.

Here are the details– The competition format is head-to-head, where a rider from each team competes on the same horse.  The rider earning the highest score on that particular horse wins the point for their team.  At the end of the competition, the team with the most points wins the competition.  The horse and rider match-up is determined by a random draw.  Prior to their competition ride each competitor is given a four-minute warm-up (five-minute for Reining) to familiarize themselves with the horse and prepare for their competition ride.

Considering most of us work for weeks, months or years to prepare a horse for one show, it is unfathomable to me to jump on a horse, take four minutes and head into the ring.  Man, these riders must be good.  It is important to be able to quickly evaluate, understand and motivate this brand new horse, then go in the ring and win on him.  Unbelievable really.  This format of competition was developed to level the playing field between riders and to allow each rider the same opportunity on the same horse.  There is only one elite level of competition for the four events.

Teams compete in various facets of riding including reining, horsemanship, equitation on the flat and  equitation over fences.  The top national young equestrians from both western and English disciplines are found on these NCAA teams.

Caitlyn with just a few days left of high school will soon be headed off to a new elite world.  She will be representing her school with other top college riders. Not unlike the baseball, basketball, and football players that have dreamed of one day playing college ball, Cate’s dream of riding and representing her college will come true for her as well.    How great is that for a little girl who grew up loving horses?   Ride on, Caitlyn! Ride on!

Lauren on the left, Cate on the right- sharing their favorite thing-a day at a horse show!

Lauren on the left, Cate on the right- sharing their favorite thing-a day at a horse show!     Photo courtesy of Morgan German Photography.

Perspective

Big horse clearing a sizeable jump.

Duck is a big horse clearing a sizeable jump.

I saw this picture and it brought back so many memories of a thoroughbred named Dolan owned by Lynn Criner.  The horse industry, like anything else, is evolving.  As a participant, or a parent, your skills grow and change as you learn more about what you are doing and how to do it.

Just like the parent who never played baseball, having a child start little league, both child and adult, learn about the game, the rules and details of ball.  In horseback riding, it is much the same.  I have ridden all my life, both English and western, owned everything from Arabs to warmbloods.  I still have a lot to learn.  And my perspective changes as my education in horses grows.

Seeing this horse, a thoroughbred, rangy, strong, tall and lanky, clear this jump reminds me of how far Lauren and I have come.  Now, I will be the first to admit, say or agree that there is no ultimate place to be in the horse world.  Regardless of the barn you are showing with, it is fellowship of your rider friends and family that is important.  No matter if you are doing schooling shows, the rated shows or headed down the trail out of your back yard, what you enjoy is what is important.

I remember when I had purchased Lynn’s big horse Cupid.  At the time (before Bruno) he was the strongest, mightiest, biggest horse I had ever owned.  His abilities were beyond Lauren or myself but I hoped Lauren would ‘grow into him’.  If he was still around, she would do a phenomenal job on him now.  It wasn’t the right horse for her at the time. It didn’t stop me from wanting him the first time I laid eyes on him.  Lynn had another big thoroughbred, who looked remarkably like the one above, and he had done some high jumper classes in rated shows.  He was older and she offered him to trainer Dianne at Whipple Tree, where we boarded at the time, to use for her students. Lynn’s only stipulation was we were not to jump him over 4’6″.  Really, Lynn?  Because none of us at that time entered any classes that were going to take us over even a three-foot jump much less thinking about one over four feet.  We didn’t count on Dolan just wanting to do it for fun. From our perspective at the time, 4’6″ might just as well have been the moon-it was HUGE!

Sarah, a high school student and rider at Whipple Tree took up riding big Dolan.  Although he was in his 20’s, once he smoothed out the kinks in his old body, he moved pretty well.  He still had lots of jump left in him.  Lynn had told us stories of riding Dolan across the parks of Fort Bend County, jumping him easily over the concrete picnic tables.  We knew the big guy had jump.  But Sarah wasn’t testing him at anything over about 2’9”.

After a few weeks of working together, Sarah signed up Dolan for a horse show at John de Leyer’s place.  They were going to do Junior/Adult hunters.  The day of show, Dolan was a little excitable (understatement!).  He thought he was headed back to the big jumper arena with his old owner, Lynn-not into the quiet, easy, let’s go slow,  hunter arena with Sarah.  We tried a few tricks to settle him down, but it was clear, Dolan was super happy to back on the show grounds and set for super-sonic rounds over fences.

I remember clearly standing next to Ted Dodge who was a trainer, judge and somewhat of an icon here in Houston and watching Sarah start her rounds on the flaming copper horse.  I told Ted about Lynn volunteering her horse to Dianne and the caveat of not jumping over 4’6″.  It sounded funny-ridiculas even as we looked at the fences of the highest height class of the day, at only 2’9″.   No one was going to be jumping over four feet.  As Ted and I watched, Dolan got his round started with Sarah sitting polished in the saddle.  First jump, second jump, Dolan jumped easily and comfortably.  But by the third and fourth, he was flying.

Ted looked at me and in his understated way, said, “well, I pretty sure he just cleared five feet-so much for Lynn and her 4’6″!” I, personally, in those early days, had never seen anything like it.  And to Sarah’s credit, she stayed with him, the jumps coming faster, the lines shrinking from five strides to three as the big horse made his way around the course.  What an athlete and what a jumper!  Of course, that day it was about hunters, so Dolan’s brilliant attack on the course was lost to the judge and he did not place well with his grand prix approach to Junior/Adult hunter.

It made me realize when I saw the horse above, how my perspective has changed.  Lauren has ridden over four-foot jumps now-not often and not comfortably but she has taken that trip.  Certainly, many of our friends routinely ride courses in that height range-and win.  We have changed our perspective on what is high and what kind of horse it takes to make the jumps.  It dawned on me yesterday, that if Lauren had the opportunity to ride a Cupid or a Dolan now, it would be in the jumper ring-where their real skills could be showcased. And she would well be able to ride a horse with such talent.

But Lauren had to make her way through the ranks.  She had to learn that jumping one large jump was hardly the same as jumping a course of them, at say a height of 3’6″ or more.  We used to say Mickey was a 3’6″ horse because he could clear a jump of that height.  It took some hard years to learn all the aspects of getting through a field of jumps, set high, with difficult lines.  One 3’6″ jump does not make a course.  Lauren now has a couple of horses in Feather and Bruno that might actually take her to the four-foot ring.  But she has also has the skill to guide them there.

Our respect for and our determination to find our way to, the higher jumps continues.  Still, seeing Duckie take the big jump easily, reminded me of the wonder and awe I experienced watching Dolan with Ted all those years ago.

Flood

The barn is high and dry. But trailer parking is at a premium.

The barn is high and dry. But trailer parking is at a premium.

In 2013, Texas Drought Could Be Worst Ever In Some Areas, Climatologist Says

AP | By CHRIS TOMLINSON
Posted: 02/05/2013  1:38 pm EST

AUSTIN, Texas (AP) — Texas continues to suffer a serious rainfall deficit and is on track to experience the second-worst drought on record, the state climatologist said Tuesday.

John Nielsen-Gammon told the House and Senate Natural Resources Committees that most of the state is still in extreme drought and the forecast tilts toward drier-than-normal conditions through the spring. For some parts of the state, the current drought may end up being the worst ever recorded.

I know we need the rain.  I understand that philosophically.  But the part of me that has to wear boots and slog through the water does not.  As it poured, relentlessly from the sky last night at the rate of one half-inch every 30-minutes, joining the heavy rain from Saturday, we just huddled in the barn and prayed for it to stop.

Literally for months now, it has been dry making it easy to pull our trailer in and out.  Our arena has been in rideable every day.  Okay, so we may have been a little spoiled.  I like that.

In less than a week, a big rig will arrive to bring three horses (actually two ponies and a horse) to Caroline, Lynn and myself.  We don’t get much company and I have cheerfully thought of everyone arriving to pick up their respective steeds and enjoying the fellowship that goes with horse people getting together to see new animals.  That is not going to happen now.  Well, the horses will still come-no stopping that, but instead of arriving at my farm, Lynn has generously offered up her place with its gravel driveways and easy turn-around.  Both Caroline and I rely on driving on the grass and both of us have more water than grass right now.

Our bounty from Florida will include the following:

Our new pony-probably to be trained and sold-unless Jo gets her way.

Our new pony-probably to be trained and sold-unless Jo gets her way.

A three year-old branded, inspected German riding pony for Lauren to train, show and then sell.  Jordyn is begging for this pony-she says Lauren already has Mick, Feather and Bruno. Granny has Mr. Kid.  Dev has Snowney and she does not have her own horse!  We will see.

OTTB-Dubai going to Lynn Criner

OTTB-Dubai going to Lynn Criner

A six year-old OTTB named Dubai who Lynn is going to turn into a nice hunter mount-he sure has the look for it.

Scholar with his current little girl.

Scholar with his current little girl.

And finally, Scholar, a cute six year-old pony,  will join Caroline and her crew (giving Princess a run for her money with Abby!).

Joey will leave Texas to began a new career in Florida.

Joey will leave Texas to begin a new career in Florida.

Caroline’s OTTB Joey-whose journey from skinny rescue horse to stocky thoroughbred has been documented in this blog will return on the trailer to Florida and began his new career as an eventer.

We are all excited about our new animals.  Lauren has already chosen a show name for our pony (and I have not agreed to keep her), bought a new fuchsia halter and spruced up her stall.  I suspect Lynn and Caroline are projecting great futures on their new arrivals as well. I think Joey will find his place where he can run fast and jump high amongst the Florida palms.

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I am back at work.  These first few days were long and the commute with one arm, harder than I remembered.  Stupid things like not being able to reach the cruise control have impeded my drive.

We lost kitten Griffin yesterday (the day after his picture was shown in the blog with Bruno).  He was hit by car and tossed recklessly in our water-filled ditch.  Lauren is closing her heart to love and it makes me sad.

Her dog Sneaky went in for surgery this morning and is doing great after the removal of a bladder stone the size of a walnut.

The poodle, Kona, seems to be the only one happy about the flood waters.  Nothing makes him happier than us throwing the ball way into our lake of rainwater.  He is thrilled with the new water attraction!