Under saddle once again-A Bruno Story

It came to pass in a south Texas village, that a giant horse that had been ailing for some time was finally decreed ready to be ridden again.  As the day progressed toward his first ride in months, his rider, Lauren prepared his tack.  She spent some time putting back together a bridle for him.  She kept the simple full-cheek snaffle bit that he had gone in before his surgery, although deep in heart she would have liked to have had something stronger in his mouth, just in case he started running and never stopped.

But Dev had warned her against the harsher bit.  He reminded her that a race horse likes and is taught to pull against the bit.  If she had trouble slowing the big horse down, the harsher bit was more likely to push him forward than make him stop.  If he took off with her, Dev’s suggestion was to  circle him tight and hard.  With nowhere to go, he would stop.  Lauren had idly suggested running him into a fence but Dev responded, “this big guy is not afraid to jump anything in front of him.  Then you will be out in the open field with miles to run and no chance of stopping”.

Lauren spent the day getting out her beautiful OTTB saddle pad that she had gotten for Christmas but had never been on Bruno’s back.  Likewise, due to saddle mal-functions, this was a new saddle to Bruno as well.  In spite of the high hopes and long desired opportunity to ride big Boo (as she called him), Lauren was a little hesitant and concerned as well.

Lauren really liked ponies-they were small.  She excelled with Mickey and Feather, neither of which topped 16 hands.  She had never been extremely comfortable or experienced on the big horses.  She just had not had enough rides.  The distance from Bruno’s back to the ground was over five feet.  Everyone in her family except her had visited the hospital these last months for surgery or broken bones.  Made a girl a little apprehensive.

Lauren had joked (sort of) with her friends about wrapping herself in bubble wrap for the return ride on Bruno.  At the very least she had talked of borrowing an eventing safety vest to strap on prior to her ride, but she had never gotten one to the farm.

She would not ride until I got home.  We joked that way someone was available to call Life Flight in the case of an emergency.  Throughout the day, Lauren groomed and readied Bruno for his evening ride.

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We got Bruno in November. Lauren hauled Mickey up to Zone Finals.  She unloaded Mickey and we loaded Bruno (who we had taken sight unseen) and I hauled him home.  We had been trying to stage a comeback on Mickey, to place in the finals but it had proved a disappointing and discouraging show.  Mickey was done, for all intents and purposes.  Lauren had Feather coming along and new Bruno to ride but Feather was still untested and we had never ridden Bruno at all.

Last night when I wasn’t sleeping I was searching back through my posts to recall the time when Bruno first came to the farm.  Here is the link to post on the weekend we brought Mickey home from the show grounds, defeated and sad.

https://exechorseluver.wordpress.com/2012/11/12/life-goes-on-2/

Bruno arrived at the farm not having been worked in a few weeks due to his hoof problems.  I think Lauren faced the apprehension that night as well when she rode him for the first time.  And what did we do? We put five year-old Jordyn up on Bruno and he was gentle and kind.

Jordyn up on Bruno-nothing to be afraid of!

Jordyn up on Bruno-nothing to be afraid of!

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Tonight, in the end, when it was ‘riders up’ Bruno scampered across the arena. He was excited but listening to Lauren’s quiet hands and seat.  Mr. Kid had followed him to the arena and I questioned if it was a good idea for him to be walking freely around.  “If Bruno takes off, Kid is going to run with him”, I said.  “He is not going to run”, Lauren said confidently.  And he did not.  He was looking, he was mouthing the bit, he was skitterish but he was fine.

One hundred and sixty-two days after surgery, Lauren was up on Bruno’s broad back.  It will be some time before the ride goes smoothly but we have plenty of time.  We are thrilled to have the big guy back to work.

Oh my goodness, the boy is back!

Oh my goodness, the boy is back!

RELEASED-a Bruno Story

Dr. Chad Marsh, and the A&M team, checking out Bruno upon his arrival.

Dr. Chad Marsh, and the A&M team, checking out Bruno upon his arrival.

I have no better words for today than what is written on the Texas A&M Teaching Hospital Instructions to Owner that we received after our visit today:

Instructions to Owner:

Bruno is released to return slowly back to exercise under saddle.  His regimen should include all flat work exercise at the walk and long trot with no cavaleties or jumps for the first 3-4 weeks.  Bruno is not released to jump yet.

And today, 161 long days since surgery on his infected foot, we may once again saddle the big boy up and start his journey back to fitness and hopefully, soon back over fences.  We are exhilarated, joyful and yet little wary as we know there still is a long path ahead of us.   Reviewing Bruno’s radiograph’s with Dr. Marsh, we saw that there has been no further deterioration of the coffin bone since surgery and the surrounding margins of the hoof are clean and healthy.  I mentioned (in the 300 or so times I thanked him) that I was glad Dr. Lynn Criner had caught the infection when she did.  I said if she hadn’t we would have just continued to have the hoof crack and crumble over and over.  “No”, Dr. Marsh corrected me, “the infection would have spread over time from the coffin bone into the leg and then there is nothing we could have done to save him”.

Shows how much of the hoof was cut out

Shows how much of the hoof was cut out

December 21st immediately after surgery.

December 21st immediately after surgery.

The hoof today-completely grown back-the holes are nail holes from his old shoes.  The line will probably remain as a reminder of the year's the crack was in this hoof.

The hoof today-completely grown back-the holes are nail holes from his old shoes. The line will probably remain as a reminder of the years the crack was in this hoof.

The pink line halfway up the hoof is a bruising or surgical scar.  We grew a brand new hoof!

The pink line halfway up the hoof is a bruising or surgical scar. We grew a brand new hoof!

I will miss our friends at TAMU-what an outstanding institution! But both Lauren and I are looking forward to the future and seeing what the big man can do in the jumper ring.  I hope he is amazing but as I told Dr. Marsh today, this horse has captured Lauren’s heart.  Even if he never completes a round over fences, he is ours forever.  We have learned so much from him.  This is just the start of Book Two of the Bruno Story.  Be sure to stay tuned as we see what will become of him.

Thank you for all you who have supported his success, were saddened by his setbacks and just rode along as we tried to do the right thing for this giant OTTB!

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Sunday at the farm

Mr. Kid, 31 years-young, enjoying the sunny Sunday in the arena with his pal Bruno.

Mr. Kid, 31 years-young, enjoying the sunny Sunday in the arena with his pal Bruno.

After getting Ally and family back home to her husband and in-laws, Rick and Dodie, who have graciously agreed to take over the “be Ally-mother to two children” role while she continues to nurse her broken and sprained arms, we visited my mom and then headed home to clean up the chaos created from a crawling baby and a five year-old.

Bruno will return for what we hope is his last visit to Texas A&M on Tuesday.  We thought we would get him out to the arena and start treating him like a working man again.  As I led him into the arena, his faithful friend, Kid, came along as well.  Completing my entourage were Kona and Lula.  At first Bruno was looking around and being a little crazy but he quickly settled into the arena.

So, I had to carry part of my entourage-Lula was just too hot!

So, I had to carry part of my entourage-Lula was just too hot!

We got some lungeing in but boy, Bruno is not in shape (why would he be?) and we only worked a short time in each direction.  If we get the okay to start riding, we will need a long-term conditioning plan. For today, it was enough to see him walk, trot and canter on demand.  I did see what I thought was an occasional spot of lameness on his bad foot.  It was disappointing.  I am hoping that it is because his feet are really long and his current surgical shoe is not a “working” shoe.   I am still hoping for a happy ending.  It may just take a little more time than we thought.

Bruno getting moving!

Bruno getting moving!

When it was all over, Bruno enjoyed a cold hose down and unlike all my other horses, loved the water on his face even grabbing the hose with his mouth to drink the cold water.

That's a long drink of water!

That’s a long drink of water!

Teamwork

Lungeing the new Pixie pony helped out by my team of Kona (holding the rope for me) and little Lula.

Lungeing the new Pixie pony helped out by my team of Kona (holding the rope for me) and little Lula.

I am lucky to have a great team of my family, friends and barn mates behind me as we go to shows, make decisions about our farm and our life.  This was brought home to me in many ways over the last several weeks as I have struggled with getting back to whole after my shoulder surgery.  So many  times, in so many ways, people just stepped in and helped when we needed it.  From friends and family that offered to help out at the farm, to those that simply held the door open for me as I made my way up at work through multiple keypass doors to my office.

Today we tried lungeing the pony for the first time.  Lauren was riding Feather and Bruno was romping up and down the fenceline on the far side of the arena.  It was not an optimum learning environment.  I was in the arena with my loyal companions of Lula and Kona.  I got Kona on Valentine’s Day.  I had surgery the first of April so I have not been in the ring working horses much since Kona has been around.  Lungeing is an art of moving a horse off his hind end in a circle around at the walk, trot and canter.  It is a way to exercise, educate and improve the horse without being up in the saddle.  We did not know if the four year-old pony had much instruction in lungeing.  It is sometimes difficult to manuveur the horse as you keep yourself in the center of the circle while constantly urging the horse forward.

I was surprised as I moved Pixie forward that she understood the lungeing concept as well as she did, but what surprised me more was that my “team” of poodle Kona and dachshund Lula were right there in my little circle.  It was a hazy morning promising to be the first hot day of 2013.  I handed Lauren my phone to try to snap a shot of my determined entourage that kept pace with the pony and I throughout the entire work out.  My favorite part was when Kona took hold of the lunge rope and stood resolutely behind me, making sure the pony did not pull on my shoulder or dash away.

Teamwork-I am grateful!

My team working the pony under the endless sky.

My team working the pony under the endless sky.

Getting back in the groove

Bruno and Mick meeting over the fence.

Bruno and Mick meeting over the fence.

This will be the first full week that I have been at work since March.  Wow.  It has been hard getting back to my schedule of feeding animals at 4:00, getting off to work by 5:00 am and not home again until 5:00 pm.  I am still in my sling from my shoulder surgery and not sleeping as well as I should.

I am completely tired as I end another day.  But feel that I am getting back into the groove of things.  I am awaking on time, getting through the commute and making it through the day at work without too much trouble until about 1:30 or so, when pain and fatigue start catching up with me. After work, I do my physical therapy so that is a painful way to end my day.  But I can tell that my shoulder is improving, my range of motion is greater and the serious pain is behind me.

I am happy to be getting back in a regular routine with my mom as well.  I have missed seeing all my nursing home friends.  When I don’t take her to dinner I don’t get to visit with the residents and catch up on all that is happening there.

Last night I got there to find my mom standing at the doorway to her room.  She had lipstick applied brightly and her hair combed.  She didn’t even hug me (which no matter how many times I remind her and she sees the big black sling on my body she wants to hug me by forcefully patting my sore shoulder). She eagerly told me she had been chosen to be “in the show” and that they would be coming to get her any minute so she could not sit down and visit with me.  The home has various activities and I thought this was some new deal they had going on and I was excited that she was so interested in participating.

I tried to get more details.  She told me that they had been practicing all day and it was almost show time! I went back to the front desk to get all the information on this extravaganza.  Well, Wanda at the desk, knew nothing about the show.  Apparently, it was yet another of my mother’s flight of fancy.  Wanda went back to the room with me to explain there would be no show today.  Mom quizzed on her on why they hadn’t called her to inform her the show was postponed.  Well, they just wanted to make one call to let everyone know so they called me, Wanda told her.

I just want to point out (in case anyone has tried to call her) that we disconnected and removed her phone some time ago. The telemarketers confused and frightened her.  This does not stop her from telling me she has just had this person or that person call and talk to her.  She talks to Jim most every day.  (But not really!)

I got momma back in her room, sitting down.  She told me she was relieved that she was not going to have to perform.  She just wasn’t sure if she would be able to do all the dance steps.  I told her I had talked to Jim’s family in Denver and they were planning a Taco dinner for his birthday this weekend.  She immediately told me, “I don’t eat Tacos-they know that!”  I told her I would let them know.  I am unclear if she thinks she is in Colorado or Texas.  I guess it is good that she just thinks she is still closely connected to everyone.  We picked out a birthday card from her to Jim and got it in the mail.  He will be 96!

At lunch today, I took Lauren’s saddle with the broken tree to Charlotte’s Saddlery.  Last week, when it broke and we were hours from the horse show beginning, Suzanne had helped us find a new saddle that fit Feather and Lauren well.  She saved us when we needed help and now was going to help us get the old saddle back to its maker.  Hopefully, Marcel Toulouse will stand behind his guarantee and a new saddle will be sent back to us.  I am very pleased with the help and service we received at Charlotte’s!

The new pony, Pixie, got kicked in the neck by Feather (we are assuming this as Mickey is pleased as punch with his new addition of female companionship).  She is okay and is quickly learning the feeding/turn-out schedule in this new place.  She has been first to the gate the last two mornings for breakfast.  I think she will be a good fit for us.

Bruno has now graduated from the little paddock and arena to the first pasture.  It is bigger with more room to run and more grass to eat.  We are hoping that soon (after our visit to TAMU on the 28th) Bruno will be fully released to return to work under saddle and have full daily turn-out.  It will take a week or so to get the horses all going out at the same time but in separate pastures.  I suspect Bruno is going to be looking longingly over the fence at Mickey’s little band of mares.  I also suspect there could be some fighting between the boys (Mick and Bru) over the fence line as well.  I am just hoping Bruno doesn’t decide to just jump the fence as he did when he first came to our farm.  He wanted to visit Feather and just flat-footed it over the four-foot gate to get to Feather on the other side. At least we learned he has some jump  in him.  One step at a time, that’s all we can do!

Retrospect

Leaving the arena.

Leaving the arena.

We had to leave the much-anticipated, much planned for horse show, days early on Friday when Feather unexpectedly and inexplicably became ill.  She had swollen legs and a bad stomach.  It was like a late blow in already tough fight, we were not ready for it and we could not withstand it.

But what has some time and distance given me in regard to this matter? Well, some retrospective insight, helped along by my friend Kathy.  Really, so much of the why we attended the Fiesta Classic horse show, had already been answered in Feather’s arrival to and participation in classes on Thursday.

We had some concerns.  Not the least of which was would Feather measure up against the horses in her division when we tried to show at this higher level of competition.  Already we had spent some time in these Great SW Equestrian rings courtesy of the schooling shows.  Not only that but Feather had entered the ring and shown against some top trainers and some nice horses-so this was not a huge stretch.  Still, Lauren’s nerves were likely to be bound a little tighter, which could affect the mare as well.

And what was going to happen to my schizophrenic mare who came to us scared to have her head touched, the clippers turned on or her face handled when we added the top down cleaning, clipping and braiding that goes along with a big show?  I was very concerned that getting her mane and forelock braided might undo the fragile balance we had constructed in this horse.

Additionally, making it all a little more challenging, Lauren had all brand new tack, a saddle and a bridle that she had never even ridden in before much less jumped a jump.

But oh, retrospect!  First, we learned that while it was lucky to have a braider that went slowly and carefully with my horse, she stood quietly as almost 50 tiny braids were laced into her mane and forelock.  We learned in our 24 hours at the show that Feather would go into the show ring, despite wind and rain, and jump every jump in front of her cleanly and easily.  While we did not win our rounds, Lauren and mare had respectable courses. It was clear the things we could do to be better the next time they entered the ring.

We learned that she settled quickly and easily into the stall like it was the one at home.  And further, I learned once again, that I am sometimes the luckiest person in the world, to essentially have my vet on speed dial no matter the time of day.  When I needed to talk to Dr. Criner, she was answering my call, personally, and with clear knowledge of my horse.  She had me off to the pharmacy for vet supplies to help the sick mare, before most vets would have even returned my call.  As usual, her advice was clear, concise and competent.  Her advice included “take Feather home now!”

Retrospectively, we proved what we set out to do.  To get Feather in the big ring with the top horses.  We will be back for more rounds in future-you can count on it.

Feather joining the big league with style and grace.

Feather joining the big league with style and grace.

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.

And the horses cometh-

Adelena with new pony Scholar.  I am hoping she is deeply surpressing immense joy in her new pony.

Adelena with new pony Scholar. I am hoping she is deeply suppressing immense joy in her new pony.

After traveling almost 1000 miles, the new horse and ponies came to a stop on my recently dried ground ending their 24 hour journey in the trailer.  I bet my neighbor thought we had opened up a stockyard as he viewed all the trailers at my small property at once.

The big trailer from Florida was a huge, comfortable ride but everyone gratefully stepped off into the gentle Texas breeze, warm sun and solid ground.  The trip was a success for all!  I had Lauren be sure everyone in our gang was safely up in their stalls before the large rig pulled into the yard.  I bet it was a good day for “Bruno TV” as he got to watch the new horses arrive.  Still, everyone was pretty excited as the new kids arrived.

Ally came with Jo and Kendyll.  Caroline was there with Abby, Arianna and niece Adelena as well.  Lynn showed up a first thing this morning after having had vet calls all day.  I honestly think I was the most excited (which is a little pitiful).  I sat at the barn and watched the road knowing from texts they were getting close.  I had my camera around my neck and Lauren told me I looked like a tourist as I rushed around taking photos as the trailer arrived.

It is good to still be excited about friends, especially friends with horses.  The OTTB, Dubai, was the worst for the trailer trip, having dropped some weight in transit.  The ponies were taken immediately to arena and unlike any of my existing horses, just calmly walked around investigating everything.  There were no Bruno runs, bucks or sliding stops.

Jordyn came running from the car to see ‘her new pony!!’  Yeah, I don’t remember agreeing to that and we will see if it works out.  Still, it may be hard to say no as they just get more and more attached over time.  I could be in trouble on this one.  Baby Kendyll was there with Ally.  Kendyll loves horses-especially Bruno and she good-naturedly hung out several hours in the barn just gazing at the horses.

Ally took a video of Kendyll watching the Kentucky Derby this weekend.  Kendyll stood at the base of tv, spellbound by the race,  bouncing up and down on her chubby little legs.  I swear the horse thing is genetic.

Ally, Kendyll and Jordyn with Pixie.

Ally, Kendyll and Jordyn with Pixie.

I am grateful everyone made the trip safely and well.  Our Florida friends will be here a few days.  They are gathering up bales of my Texas alfalfa ($12 here versus $27 there) and two tons of rice bran.  For those unaware, this is a huge rice producing area.

A trip to see OTTB Joey was accomplished this afternoon and I think they are pretty excited about taking the big man home to Florida with them.  They better not buy anything else or Joey will be riding on the roof!

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.

Letting them go

Daisy, once Sabrina, calming walking amongst the eventing jumps at Pine Hill

Daisy, once Sabrina, calming walking amongst the eventing jumps at Pine Hill

Who amongst us has not felt the pain of letting go?  Be it our children off to college, our kids into the service or a horse sold on to another owner when you just did not mesh with each other.  I recognize the first couple of examples are certainly more intense and heartfelt (or they can be) than letting a horse go, but letting a horse go after months or years of training together is often a bitter pill to swallow as well.

Lauren and I got to the show at Pine Hill Friday afternoon to find the horse once owned by our dear friend looking out of the stall at us.Her beautifully defined head was hard to miss as she looked expectantly at us for treats.

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My friend is a barrel racer-a western rider- and this pretty mare, after extensive time and training was more suited to be an English mount than a western.  My friend is a huge animal lover and each of her animals is like family to her.  She asked me to help find this girl a new home in her discipline.  The mare was at my farm for a while, in fact if you look at my banner picture on the blog she is running next to Mickey.

She was purchased by a great family and has done well with her new young lady who loves her perhaps as much as my friend did.  It was a nice surprise to see them at the show.  I sent the above picture to my friend.  She was happy to see her old horse doing so well but a little sad as well that it couldn’t have been with her.  I understand that feeling well.  A year ago at this show we had Leo with us (the first big, bay in the banner picture) and we had quite a traumatic trailer ride home waiting for the MS150 bike riders to clear road in front of us.  Leo has gone to a non-show family that doesn’t trailer him.  I am sure he is much happier but I still miss the big goofball.

As a trainer, rider, horse lover, we invest so much of our time, energy, love, devotion and financial resources in an equine partner that learning when to quit and walk away is hard. It happens more than we wish and sometimes in spite of our best efforts.  At this moment, Joey the big OTTB that we have followed from the rescue will make a move from Caroline’s loving care to Florida to an eventing barn where his size and speed should be huge assets.  Another friend is looking to exchange one mount that should have been perfect (but just hasn’t reached the potential they hoped for him) with a new, better suited horse.  And of course, who is a better poster child for the horse that has been moved around than our very own OTTB Bruno.  He didn’t make it on the track, couldn’t cut it at one of the big barns and was finally sent our way by Dev, who did not have stall space to re-hab him.  In his case, we hope we have found the answer to his hoof problem and he does nothing but continue to improve and have a glorious career.
But honestly, this is my life where things seldom go as planned, dreamed or hoped, so maybe he never really does much after his foot is fixed.  I think Bruno, like Mickey, Kid and Snowboy has secured a place on our farm forever.  Or as long as I can keep it running.

One of the hardest things we can do as parents, owners of horses or individuals is to embrace the love we have around of us when it is there with us and not to pine away about what might have been once it is lost to us.  To encourage, grow and liberate that love so we have done our best to prepare whomever is important to us for the world.  That day when we close the door to the dorm room or close the trailer behind our favorite horse for the last time rips our hearts apart.  Letting them go, so bittersweet.

Oh, and maybe it is time for a new blog top photo.  Seeing Daisy this weekend makes realize how much time has past.

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PostScript- Feather and Lauren were back in the hunter ring today and while all around things were improving, they are yet to be totally polished. They put in solid rounds over fences and the best flat class I have ever seen Lauren ride (certainly she had the best horse under her ever).  We started working seriously on lead changes last Saturday at Dev’s, Lauren worked them hard this week and Feather produced them in almost ever instance today.  Lauren rode second to Division Champion-Teri Bludworth, a solid, Houston pro.  Feather had her highest placings ever and her first Reserve Championship ever. Yeah!