Representing the US are Rich Fellers riding Flexible and McLain Ward on Antares F in the individual jumping portion of the Olympics tomorrow.  I have my fingers and toes crossed for a big finish from these two American competitors.  I am hoping Rich and Flexible have the ride of their life and McLain coming back from a shattered kneecap earlier this year is obviously strong and determined to win for the US as well.  Bring it home, guys!

Rich Fellers and Flexible-2012 Olympics

It is a crazy, hectic time in my life.  Yesterday, Roland-the farrier- was due to return to get new shoes on Feather before her trip to Dev’s for training.  This trip to Dev’s was scheduled to coincide with Lauren and I going to Denver to start the packing process with my mom.  It will mean one less horse at home as Richard steps in as our puppy-kitty-horse sitter. 

For the first time in Feather’s short life, she got shod on all four feet.  It is time for her to start some serious showing, trailering and jumping and we want to support her with good feet.  She handled it pretty well.  Although she would occasionally attempt to collapse as Roland held up one hoof.  It was a pretty neat trick.  One I had not seen her do before. She would simply folds her legs under her and start to collapse to the ground.  Fortunately, she never made it down.  Afterwards, with her new shoes finally on, she laid down in her stall and just took a break.  It is hard to be a show horse-even one in training.

Dinner, new shoes, time for a rest.

And another first for us, after nine years of owning Mickey, we removed his back shoes as he will be on a limited work schedule for the next six weeks.  We probably could have taken off his front shoes as well but I was (am) still hopeful that he might be doing some work in the next six weeks and want to error on the positive side. He was not feeling as well last night.  He was more lethargic and coughing. His coughing drew our attention several times as Roland worked through his band of horses needing attention.

Kid continued his tradition of no shoes (barefoot) as fits his retirement status.  Then we came to Leo.  Roland asked Lauren what she was doing with him.  She said was still keeping him “legged-up” (another term from my daddy’s days) but since we are not putting him in the trailer with Feather (not taking a chance on freaking her out) and he cannot jump the big jumps (so not taking Mickey’s place) he was just kind of hanging out.  I said I would give him away to a good home and in the next instant everything changed.  Roland looked at both of us-stopped his shoeing and asked if we were serious.  I said-yes to the right home-I would give him away.

Roland said he had a guy in a nearby town that had just lost his horse and was looking for another.  Moments later I was talking to Keith on the phone about the possibility of Leo being their new horse.  They are out-of-town right now but will come see him tomorrow or when we get back from Denver.  Roland said Keith kept his horses barefoot and we went back and forth about if we should remove his shoes or not.  Finally, we compromised with front shoes only-in case it didn’t work out, we could still show Leo.

After Roland left I sent some Leo pictures to Keith and his wife.  I hope he is what they are looking for-which is a horse that pretty much hangs out in the pasture and gets ridden occasionally around the property.  Leo is an OTTB and I hope he is quiet enough for this man.  He is pretty good at the walk and trot but at the canter, he is a  big horse and can move quickly.  Roland described Leo as gentle-and I wouldn’t go that far but we will let them come see him and decide on their own.

I was reminded of nine years ago when I tried to convince Sarah and her mother that I would be a good home (mother) for Kid (or Twister as they called him then).  At the time I was seriously overweight and did not inspire a lot of confidence in someone looking to place a high-spirited barrel horse.  But that worked out okay and perhaps this will as well.

Today after seeing some pictures of Leo, they seem excited.  I asked if they had a pond.  They do!  They won’t have to worry about riding Leo in the summer because he will not come out of the pond.  I don’t know if this will work but if Leo could find a loving, lifetime home, especially near-by, it would be a wonderful event.

Gee, if Leo moves to a new home, it would leave a stall open and maybe Snowboy could come home.  Roland picked up quickly on that and said, “you know Dev is locking the door on that pony”.  So, maybe not yet, but soon, maybe, Jordyn will get her ‘Snowney the White Pony’ back home.

It was a busy weekend for us.  Starting off with the visit from friends Saturday morning we moved right on to a vet visit for Feather.  Lauren was against taking Feather to the vet.  She made a strong point in that she had to deal with Feather while I looked on, have to agree, it is easier to be me. 

We had Jordyn in the truck, the truck running and we were both stressed before we got Feather to the trailer.  And Feather no doubt picked up on our stress.  She wasn’t going in the trailer.  It got a little ugly-Lauren yelling at me, me yelling back, wasn’t a good time.  It came to the point where regardless of if we made it to the vet, we were going to be outside in the sun until this mare loaded.  I told Lauren to hang on.  I went to get her gloves and treats.  We started over (we all took a deep breath) and Feather walked in the trailer by herself.

We knew Feather would have to go in the exam room and into the stocks once we got to the vet and neither of us anticipated this would go too well. As far as I know she has never been in an air conditioned building. Fortunately, I had discussed this with the vet (Feather being a little loco) and she was on-hand to take Feather from the start.  First, she took her to the wash rack and got her cooled down and calm.  Then with Dr. Hildreth behind and Lauren guiding her, Feather took a couple of attempts but pretty quickly was in the stocks. 

The doctor did a fetal sonogram and Feather is not pregnant.  Dr. Hildreth said a lot of little girls wanted to be horse vets and this particular procedure changed a lot of their minds.  Not to go into detail but there is a lot of poop involved.  Jordyn insisted I hold her so she could see the poop come out of the horse.  She thought it was really cool.

After we finished we were there also to get Mickey’s medication.  I was given instructions and we gave Mick the first dose last night.  We will follow up with  a dose in seven days, then at 21 days.  Mickey seemed to tolerate the drug well and was not showing any side-effects at all by this morning.  Hopefully, he will be a trooper and get through this well. 

Also, thanks to my dear friends that have stepped up with offers of horses for Lauren to ride to finals as we wait for Mickey’s prognosis.  I think we will continue to keep our eye on finals with Mick and if we don’t make it, we will try again another year.  Your offers meant so much!

Yesterday, Blake, Lauren, Luke, Ally, Jordyn, baby Kendyll and I moved the big furniture into the nursing home.  It is going to look so nice.  Her mattress and box spring should be there today.  We all went to Sunday dinner as a family-something we do not do enough of and ran into our friends the Davangs.  So great to have them see the new baby, trade horse stories and fellowship.

Blake, Jordyn, Ally (with baby Kendyll) Luke and Lauren

I will get mom’s new address and phone number out soon.  Thanks, as always, for riding along!

Little Zie on Feather looking at her daddy with joy

My friend came to the farm today with her husband and daughter.  We have talked about this outing for some time but conflicts from one side or the other kept arising.  And honestly, just because I think this whole ‘ride horses’ thing is fun doesn’t mean others want to get out and spend time with hot, dirty horses in the Texas heat.

We didn’t know what Micenzie would think.  She is a little girl with some big opinions.  She seems to like things or hate them.  When she first arrived, Jordyn was all ready.  She had her helmet, shorts, half-chaps and paddock boots on.  Perfect summer riding attire.  Zie had borrowed an old pair of Jo’s paddock boots and was going to use Jo’s first helmet.  It was blazing hot, even at 8:00 am.  Feather was already drenched in sweat.  Zie was not interested in touching the horses or brushing them even when Jordyn gave her the favorite pink brush to use.  Nor was the child impressed when I showed her how Feather liked to eat treats. 

But we saddled Mickey and Feather in little saddles and headed to the arena.  We had Jo get on first-hoping to set an example for Zie.  I spent some long moments last night deciding which child would ride which horse.  As ridiculous as it sounds, with Mickey being off the work schedule and ‘feeling his oats’ as my daddy used to say, I thought it would be better for Jo to ride him and put Zie on the inexperienced, somewhat unpredictable four-year old mare.  I figured if Mickey decided to do something stupid, Jo would have a chance of staying on him.

We didn’t really give Zie much time to contemplate if she was going to ride or not.  I had her daddy lift her up to the saddle, told her to hold on and off we went.  She never looked back.  I led her around the ring a few times while her folks were snapping pictures and taking videos.  Jordyn wanted Mickey to go over the low jumps (he just walks over them but she calls it jumping).  So of course, Micenzie did the same.  After a few rounds in the sunny ring, I gave the leadrope over to her parents and they alternated leading the little one on the grey mare around the arena.

Obviously all went well.  I was poised for a little two-year old tantrum when we needed to stop riding so we had a couple of trial separations of Feather and Zie that she did not willing participate in.  The first time we got her off to see the cat.  All she wanted to do was to get back on.  With tears in her big eyes, I easily relented and she was back on Feather again. 

Micenzie and her mom had come to one of Lauren’s horse shows a few months back when Lauren had been showing Leo.  Leo is a sweet guy and Zie had been quite enamoured with him.  But I remember her mom telling me that she had cried so hard leaving the Equestrian Center (I want my Lee-Lee-she kept saying) that she had soaked her car seat.  I did not want to re-enact that.

Zie’s dad had gone to their car and come back with a bag of small apples for the horses.  I knew Mickey would be all over that.  I let go of Mickey and Jordyn and Mickey high-tailed it around the arena following Michael and his bag of apples.  Mickey was actually inhaling the apples almost whole.  Occasionally he would bite off a piece and make the apple last for two bites but most times, he simply chewed the apple up.  I think Zie was pretty delighted with the whole Feather eating the apples from her mom and dad.

I actually don’t remember how it was decided that it was time to get off but Zie did so willingly.  In fact, her mom, Cayla and I had rush over because she was getting out of the saddle on her own.

Later inside, Jo and Zie played with the dogs.  Zie took all the dogs in stride, from the Doberman to Puppy Girl.  She hugged them equally, and hard.  Jordyn played her favorite video of Lauren jumping a horse with a song from the Eli Young Band called “Always the Love Songs” playing in the background.  They are a Houston band and talk about a “place just off 249”.  Little Zie came to Lauren and said “249!  249!”.  I guess she wanted to watch it again.

Good day at granny’s farm.  The joy of children is one of the most wonderful gifts I could have been given today.  I warned Cayla though, that she was in trouble.  This little girl would want to come back and the horse bug would hit hard.  Oh, well!

Mickey (with Kena) in the early morning light allergic to much that surrounds him

An early morning call provided the information Lauren and I had been waiting for in regards to Mickey’s recent laryngoscope.  First, his test results on the Pythium fungus came back borderline which along with his symptoms are suggestive enough to go ahead and treat him.  We will go get the shot on Saturday, do shots again on day seven, day 21 and another scope on day 45.  Dr. Hildreth is hoping he is one of the horses that responds well to this therapy.  I quizzed her about what his prognosis is and how long he would be out of training.  Like anything else, it will be a little bit of a wait and see game.  Certainly for the first 7-14 days he will be able to do some long walks around the property and maybe some slow trotting.  After that we will see how his respiratory recovery is once we ask for any increased work. 

His ability to do any work beyond a trot will be a factor of how well his airways can cope with need to work harder.  Right now when we ask him to work harder, his airways cannot cope and the coughing starts.  Apparently, this is seen frequently in young race horses when asked to increase the distance they are running.  They cannot take the added strain of working harder to keep up the increased need to breathe harder (or I could be explaining this totally wrong). 

Hopefully, he will do well with the medicine, we will have a period of time off and then we can get him back in training. That would be wonderful. Worse case, the swelling and inflammation of airway continues and he will not be a horse that can race around a course to do jumpers.  That would be horrible-but he has served us well, if it is time for retirement- we will cope.

Additionally we had run an allergy panel to see if allergies might be an issue.  Mickey was tested for 82 specific allergens in six categories including Grasses, Weeds, Trees, Molds, Foods and Other.  As a child with serious allergies many of these are very familiar to me.  I was allergic to oak trees in Illinois-quite a problem but thought I would overcome it when I moved to Colorado (few oak trees) but found out I was horribly allergic to sage brush.  I learned allergies tend to beget allergies.  And so it is with Mickey.  Of the 82 tested, he was borderline or positive to 29 of them-over 35%.  Wow!  Many are linked to the seasons, like ragweed, goldenrod and many molds which are always worse during the wet, damp times of the year.  But a couple of these are really out there-Mickey is positive for Walnuts (he would be that kid at daycare that would force all the others to not have nuts in their birthday cupcakes), he is allergic to Linden trees (not sure I know what that is) and cockleburs.  Puppy Girl finds cockleburs every time we go for a walk.

He has some sensitivity to corn (I am trying to find out if it is an ingredient in his feed), alfalfa (which has been substantiated by placing alfalfa in front of him and watching him cough) and bahia grass (often in hay).

Lauren and I will be challenged to remove as many of these from his direct contact as possible (I thought with my allergy issues, I might one day have to deal with this with my child but never with my horse).  Whatever we can do will help Mickey breathe easier and get him back to being a top athlete.  Can I eradicate all the dandelions from Mickey’s airspace?  Not a chance. But I can keep my pastures mowed, my weeds sprayed and his bedding dust-free. I am guessing that alfalfa may be off the menu at my barn.  Feather, Kid and Leo will object to that as will Mickey.  That will be like taking chocolate from a kid.  Mickey loves his alfalfa.

We will start treatment.  I suspect I will be nominated to become Mickey’s walker.  There is only one problem with this plan so far.  As the days have passed that Mickey has not been worked, he has gotten more and more spunky.  While I may able to get him only to walk, controlling him in the pasture will fall to Mickey and how he feels.  The treatment itself may take away some of the edge that Mickey is feeling-we understand it may have some side-effects.  Hopefully, we can support what Mickey needs and he supports it as well.

I hope (a big word today) that I am writing you in a couple of months to tell you we think we can make a run at Zone 7 finals.  Zone 7 finals are scheduled for the first part of November.  Finals in Zone 7 are for qualified riders from six states and our hopes (that word again) were to make top ten this year.

I hope that Lauren and Mickey are headed through the entry gate for a clear round when finals come.  But we will have some other hurdles to leap before we can get there this year.

Funny how things in life line up and change your direction.  While we await the lab work for Mickey, we are leaving him on a light work schedule.  In fact, I should go out tonight (it’s Sunday) and give him a few turns around  the arena.  He needs some time under saddle even if it’s just to walk and trot.  Not sure I will, as Sundays tend to freak me out a bit.  I get overwhelmed with the week ahead and want to be in the  house, clean and ready for bed at an early hour. Tonight this will be more the case as Lauren is off to spend the night in Galveston.  I will have all chores to do and will need to get up even earlier tomorrow morning to get the horses fed, give them time to eat and get them out before my 5:30 a.m. departure.  I bet you are wishing you were me, huh?

We had planned for Mickey to have a lesson with Dev on Friday.  We have a schooling show coming up in mid-August and wanted to get Mickey sharp before the show. We do not jump Mickey except at lessons (maybe once a quarter) or at shows.  Tends to keep him fresh and his legs young.  Now he is sidelined with respiratory issues.  You just try your best.

Since Mickey was out of the lesson rotation, Feather had an opportunity to step up.  We had wanted to get her to training with Dev earlier this summer but all you loyal readers know, she refused to load in the trailer and now weeks later (and trailer ready) here we are.  Dev has only seen the mare once in late winter not too long after we got her.  I was anxious for Dev to see her again, see her work and see her jump.  I was like a kid waiting for Christmas.

Several things led to the lesson actually taking place at Caroline’s compound instead of Dev’s.  It meant a much shorter trailer ride for us and with temperatures over 98 degrees that was a good thing.  Still we got to Caroline’s around noon and unloaded Feather to find her covered in sweat.  We started off with a wet horse and I think she finally dried off and cooled down sometime late that afternoon after we returned home.

Caroline on Mariah, Arianna on Ellie Mae and Lauren on Feather were all in the arena when Dev pulled up.  As he first watched Feather work he commented that she had put on weight and muscle.  He also said she looked more refined.  The Irish Sport Horse is a product of the old Irish Draught horses (think big, stocky horse pulling the beer wagon).  When Feather first came, her head seemed unproportionately big for her body.  I remember showing Dev’s dad (a great horseman in his own right) a picture of Feather.  Never one to mince words, he told me, well, maybe she will grow into that head.  So apparently she has.

As Feather continued to work it seemed she got more and more compliments from Dev, or maybe I was just receptive to them. For her age, she does have a gentle, easy temperament.  Going to horse shows means seeing new places and new things without fuss.  Feather had come to Caroline’s and just set about doing what Lauren asked of her.  If anything, she was a little lazy.  I will take a lazy young horse over a crazy young horse any day.

Dev on Feather quietly looking over the arena

Dev got on Feather to see what Lauren was dealing with and to try out the mare’s responsiveness.  She worked quietly and well for him.  Then it was Lauren back in the saddle and time to jump.  Ultimately, to do well in a show, a horse must learn to navigate a series of jumps.  While one jump may be brilliant, the horse must jump up to 12 jumps, executing turns, bending lines, tight corners and difficult distances (those set to challenge the horse’s ability to change up their natural pace).  Except for one time when we did a three jump line at home, Feather had never jumped more than one jump. I was ready to see the mare actually go through a few jumps and see how she did.  While my picture taking skills were off, I would like to say that I had a great video of Feather over multiple jumps that Lauren accidently deleted.  At least I didn’t delete the pictures-I just didn’t get good ones.  Here you can see her at the downhill side of the jump.  It was 2’9″ and the standards (the posts of the jumps) are five feet so you can see she is clearing it by a couple of feet.  The first time to put two jumps together, Feather jumped the first jump well and Lauren cantered her to the next across the arena.  Feather stopped right in front of the jump, looking at us as if to say, “who put this here”.  But after she saw the jump she jumped it consistently and competently. 

I think she will do well after a tune-up at Dev’s.  We are working toward the next schooling show coming up in August.  It was great to hear all the positive comments and see some of the work is paying off for her!

In the summer of 2006 Lauren and I went to look at an 18 month old filly named Mariah.  Her breeder had moved from doing dressage to western cutting and this solid-bred Paint horse was already 15 hands high at this early date.  Originally, we were interested in her solely on her size.  Most babies at this age might have been hitting 14 hands but not 15.  Mickey is just over 15 hands as a grown horse.  Dr. Lynn Criner went along for the look at the filly.  Overall, she liked the baby said she would go in on her so we could sell her as a three-year old.  I said, “but if we start and train her we will want to keep her”.  So, Lauren and I bought the big filly.  Another girl at Whipple Tree, where we kept her initially, had a yearling only one day younger than Mariah. 

Mariah at age 18 months with her same age friend Gunner behind her on the rail.

Here is a picture with Mariah in front and Gunner behind.  Look at their size difference.  Note Mariah’s coat color.  Already going grey around her eyes, we knew that as an adult she would be a grey mare.  Lauren was sitting bareback on Mariah at 20 months.  I was leading Riah with Lauren on board (this in itself was amazing for a young horse to just take in-stride without bucking or objecting).  As we got down to her paddock, two of the other horses right next to us, were tagged by the hot wire.  They reared and roared off while Mariah just kept trudging along with Lauren on her back.

Lauren and I did most of the day-to-day work in breaking and training this girl.  She was pretty smart and we took it slow to make sure we were doing it right.  Barbara Arlington spent some time ground-driving her which I think has paid off big time with how easy she is to turn and handle.  She was so big by age three that she was a little intimidating.  Okay, she was a lot of horse and scary.  I remember wanting to canter her on the lunge line so we would have some control if she started to buck or run off.  Lauren really never was a big fan of Mariah’s as she came along in her training.  She was younger then and secure on Mickey and not a risk taker.  I told Lauren to get on her and I would hold the lunge line.  There was no way she was getting on that horse with me on the ground holding a whip.  So, instead at age 50+, Granny got on the super green three-year old and took the first canter on the mare.

Dev making her look pretty. Notice how she is greying out.

Then she went to Dev to learn to really learn to canter.  She came back from Dev’s ready to show.  She did her first show at Whipple Tree in November 2008.  She was reserve champion first time out.  Honestly doing pretty well for a young horse in her first show.  I was so excited about her and pleased with her progress.  Lauren was not.  We moved Mariah to jumpers and things really started to fall apart.  Lauren got too aggressive, asking for too much speed too soon in the mare’s training and it went bad quickly.  I was very unhappy with the results of that first day doing jumpers and it was made worse because Mariah’s breeder had come to see her compete.  I realized my dreams were not necessarily my daughters. 

It was decided, reluctantly and with a broken heart, that Mariah deserved to go to a new owner, hopefully someone who would continue her path in the jumper world.  We found an ideal candidate in a young vet and her husband.  The vet had ridden thoroughbreds for years.  She had the experience and background to take my mare to the next spot.  Unfortunately, she did not really like my horse, it was for her husband (and he loved my mare) but he did not have the riding skills to really fit her.  Still, I felt as good about them as owners as I was going to feel.  We had a lot of trouble loading her that day.  it was like she was telling us she didn’t want to go.  But she did and I broke down and cried hard. Grief over her leaving, grief over a dream undone and grief over a horse I had personally taken from a baby, trained and rode who would no longer be with me.

Sixteen hands and getting grayer all the time.

It wasn’t too many months later that I heard from a Facebook friend that Mariah was up for sale.  I was devastated.  The owners had promised me to allow me the option of buying her back if they wanted to sell.  I didn’t want her back, nothing had changed with my daughter not wanting to ride her but I did not want her to go to just anyone.  I called Caroline who I knew from Whipple Tree.  I had thought Caroline and Mariah would be a great team.  She went to College Station to try her and bought her.  I was overjoyed. 

Yesterday at Caroline’s, with Dev down to do a lesson on-site, I was so gratified to see my “little girl” take off and do several jumps at 3’6″.  She would jump and she would buck. But she jumped well and compentently. Dev encouraged Caroline to just ignore it-ride through it.  I have to give Caroline props on this.  This is a big, strong mare and jumping the big jumps is daunting enough.  Add to that the bronc ride she was getting in the interim and it made for quite a wild ride. 

I am excited to see what their future will bring.   When we got Mariah we had never done an “A” show or jumped 3’6″ in competition.  Those were huge dreams.  Mariah is ready for all this.  At age seven, Caroline has prepared her well for her next steps.  Dev has been there each step of the way as well.  And I would like to think that maybe the time I spent starting this mare has helped as well.  If they are never better than they were today-they have exceeded my expectations!  Bravo!

Clearing the big jump with ease.