Summertime

Posted on June 23, 2015 by Exechorseluver

Lexi and Riley having a little summertime fun.

Summer came cautiously into Houston after weeks and weeks of rain and unseasonably cool temperatures. Between the high humidity and sudden blazing temperatures, it was like walking ill-prepared into a rain forest. I anxiously awaited a colorful bird swooping down from on high or a snake to slither over my rubber boots.

It certainly had not felt like summer previously with all the grey days and wet nights. I saw a picture of my daughter in Denver with the kids in swimsuits and I was momentarily confused-are they on vacation? where are they? Then it occurred to me it was summertime-kids out of school-all that stuff that goes along with that.

And so it is. Jordyn headed off to horse camp last Monday. She is seven years old and yet a pro in so many ways to the horse world. But for the very first time, she loaded Snowboy into the trailer all by herself. I guess she really is growing up.

Jordyn actually loading Snow by herself headed off to camp.

The plan was for the pony to stay all week at camp and Jordyn to go out each day to ride. That got derailed by Tropical Storm Bill who thought he would make a run through the already wet soaked area with some high winds and more rain. Snow came home Monday night as we braced for the next onslaught of water. Thankfully, that ended up just being a drill. Although we are now restocked with water, batteries, and junk food to get us through any storm. Snow got back on the trailer Wednesday morning and Jordyn really enjoyed the week.

Lauren rides jumpers. We train with a hunter/jumper trainer. This camp was run by a dressage person who does eventing. Jordyn came home with the announcement that she was going to ride with Nancy Lindsey (a classic dressage instructor). If Jordyn had ever actually jumped or hunted anything, I would be more impressed with her decision to change disciplines. Right now at the trot, there is not much difference. Still I appreciate she is open to new things.

Trainer Holly told us Snow had been an all-star. I was rather surprised as he can be difficult to get to do anything beyond a walk at home. Again, it was good news that he performs when he goes new places as it bodes well for a horse show. Camp was an absolute win for Jo. She can’t wait to ride and spend even more time with the horses.

Meanwhile, back at the barn, our summer student, Mia, was looking for a horse to ride for the Greater Houston show. Once again, as she has done multiple times before, our vet, Lynn Criner, offered up her pony, George for Mia to use for the remainder of her stay. Some of you might remember Dolan that she shared or Rusty that took Lauren to the EAP. Must be nice to have horses just hanging around your pasture that are show worthy without much tune-up. Mia literally had been on the pony once before jumping on to school at the horse show grounds. Ready, set, show!

Mia and “Just George”, borrowed from Lynn Criner had a great first show.

The pair had a good weekend in a big class of horses, ranking well in the hack (as a pony against horses that is no simple feat) and taking a third place over fences against a field of 20. What a great little pony!

Isabel continued with her success in the jumper ring, seemingly getter better every show.

Alex and Lauren had missed their show in Waco and just wanted to get Mickey and Feather back in the show environment. I was proud of both riders as they set out with good rounds and great times to earn Grand Champion in both their respective divisions.

With everyone off at the horse show, I was on barn duty, including cleaning stalls and mowing. I had a full- throttle intro to summer heat.

I drank a ton of water and just kept moving. The dogs kept me company at the nearly empty barn with everyone off showing. I was totally physically exhausted by late afternoon. I checked my fitbit and found out why. Wow, a lot of steps even for a Sunday at the barn.

The Fitbit doesn’t lie. Makes me tired to look at it.

Our boarder, Jo Ann, bought a new horse Saturday after much searching. A Rugged Lark bred horse, Kisses, seems like she will be a nice addition to the barn. Jo Ann is temporarily side-lined following surgery but I know she is anxious to be out at the barn with her new girl.

Catch My Kisses showing off in the pasture.

Mia’s mom, Wendy, came for dinner Sunday night. I am an okay cook but everything I put on the table that night sucked. The meatloaf was under cooked (we ate the edges). The potatoes were like paste. Jordyn announced the peas were still frozen. But we laughed so hard and had the best time. Just think if the food had been good.

Summertime is here. I am willing to put up with some heat and humidity in exchange for less rain. We are a mere half mile from the Bravos River that continues to rise as water flows down from up north, Heat evaporates water. I am good with that.

Thanks for riding along with our adventures-let me know if you want to come over for dinner some night. I am sure it will be outstanding!

Seriously, Cindy?

Posted on June 12, 2015 by Exechorseluver

Found on the Houston streets, this little one was starved and so much more.

You have to admire my restraint. This posting that this little dachshund was found in Houston shortly after the storms went up on Renee’s Facebook and I left it alone. But I kept thinking about my almost 13-year-old dachshund, Lula and how her health was fading. I love Lula as much as anything. I bought her for Ally as a bribe to break-up with her high school boyfriend. Lula started with us in Sugar Land, moved to Wharton, and now is the queen (or king, she is having some Bruce/Caitlyn Jenner moments growing new sex organs, but I digress) of the farm.

I did not message Renee for at least a week about the dog. At that point they knew there was not a microchip and no one had called about the “found dog” posters. I told her I would be interested in taking the dog if it needed a home.

Renee said she would be asking for potential adopters soon but knew I had asked first. We agreed I would pick up the dog on my way to the dentist Thursday. I could leave the dog at the vet while I had my root canal (how fun!) but I made it clear if the dog had heartworms (and she certainly looked like a candidate) I could not take on that financial risk.

When I got there to pick her up, Renee showed me that the dog had a mass in her jaw the size of a jawbreaker (this is a tiny dog-so big for her) and that her eyes were filmy and blue toned. Now I was thinking, oh, boy she is going to need surgery to remove the mass, she is partially blind, and probably needs to be spayed. Her coat did not look very good either and she was so thin.

Of course, all the way to the vet, she snuggled with me. I stopped to get a drink at McDonald’s and she growled and barked from her position on my lap at the men walking by my car. I started to love her right then! I had asked one of my generous boarders who loves dachshunds if she might be able to help with some of the expenses and she had said yes. I was busy driving and hatching a plan to go to the vet office manager and see if I could do a payment plan on the surgery. I still was on a “no-go” regarding the heartworms, though.

My mind tripped back and forth over alternatives as the dentist attacked my teeth. I really wanted to keep this little girl. In fact, I had already come up with a name. You know how I have this thing for naming my animals after my dead friends and relatives. Well, here we go again. Both of my grandfather’s names were Samuel and my dear friend Dee, just passed away. TA DA-I was going to welcome Sammi Dee to the family if I could afford to get her out of the vet’s office.

I got back to vet just as the heart worm test came back NEGATIVE! So I was on a little bit of a high as the doc examined little Sammi Dee’s eyes and mouth. In the category of too crazy to be true, as the vet opened the little mouth, she said she thought she saw something lodged in there.

The piece of bone that had been lodged for quite some time in the dog’s mouth. It sure did not smell good.

She took some forceps and gently removed a small bone from the dog’s mouth where it had been lodged for weeks (at least). It was a bit like I imagine the lion felt when the object was removed from his paw. The relief was palatable on the dog’s face as she licked around her sore mouth.

Onto the eyes where the vet said there had been a prior injury and/or burning of the eye. But after examination, she told me there was scar tissue but no problems with Sammi Dee’s vision. I was ready to high-five her about this point.

In the end, we determined the dog was probably five or six, healthy, except as noted. She was spayed. I left the vet’s having paid for the exam, the heart worm test, some antibiotics to heal her mouth and rabies vaccine. I will her the other needed vaccinations. Pretty good deal I would say.

It got better as I got home and in true dachshund fashion, immediately told the Doberman and poodles what her position was in the hierarchy (second Queen) and started learning her way around the farm.

She slept easily with all the dogs last night, on my bed, next to my pillow. She even gave a mighty what-for to the mean cat Levi and set him in his place. I think I did something good here, both for me and for her.

So no admonishing me for getting another dog. Sometimes things are just meant to be. As they are with Sammi Dee!

Thanks for riding along!

Losing my friend Dee

Posted on June 10, 2015 by Exechorseluver

There are people in your life right now that you visit with on Facebook or by text on a regular basis, maybe you even call them on the phone. You take it for granted that they and you will be around forever. I had a great friend like that in Dee McMaster. We did not always agree. She told me things I did not want to hear. She challenged me to be better, smarter and have nicer horses. She applauded my triumphs and consoled me for my losses. Honestly, her passion sometimes was too much for me. I do not like confrontation and just want everyone to get along. Watching and reading about Dee’s latest activities sometimes left me tired.

My life is a crazy combination of a job I work, a business I love, my family that I cherish and my animals that fulfill me ( and not necessarily in that order). I understood why USEA rule changes bothered her. I was perplexed along with her when her banana bread was stolen from her freezer (btw- it probably was THAT good!). But sometimes I just did not understand the fight. It seemed there was a lot grit in this strong women and when she was determined to do something, she accomplished it, taking no prisoners.

Dee had back surgery. It should have helped but I am unclear if it did. Still she carried on, feeding, cleaning stalls, cooking wonderful food. And always caring for her horses and others. She would stay up long nights ‘just in case’ a mare might foal. Her foals were products of serious study. Which sire and mare combination would give Melissa the best chance of that top Rolex horse? Dee intelligently evaluated mounds of data to make the perfect foal. Some on the farm, right now, born of her knowledge and intuitive wisdom, just might carry on in her name to that winner’s circle.

Dee complained of being tired, of being hurt and of not sleeping. I know a little about those things as well suffering pelvic fractures, two replaced hips and five rotor cuff surgeries in less than ten years. Especially in the heat, you hit the wall with pain and lack of sleep and wonder if you can even make it back to the house.

But neither the pain or the chronic fatigue took away the pride Dee had in her daughter Missy and her riding accomplishments. While she would be the first to tell you that recent times had been rocky between them, she would quickly acknowledge that she only wanted the best for her talented daughter. Nothing less was acceptable.

Her son Jeremy was born with some serious issues that led a hospital spokesperson to recommend he be sent away to a state home. As in lock away the baby and never see him again. Although he has had his own difficult challenges, this son of Dee’s has accumulated three degrees and recently sat for his law entrance exams. Sounds like that mama bear grit is happily at home in this brilliant young man, too.

And of her granddaughter, Codi, Dee thought she hung the moon. No child could have been loved more intensely or appreciated so much. From running track, to beautiful paint work, to top grades at a tough school, Codi has come to win. Her passion for life mimics her grandma’s.

It will be a long time before the pain eases for me and I quit scanning Facebook for a new message from Dee. I could count on her learned opinion on anything I cared to ask her about. I have struggled as Dee has over the years to raise my family and care for my animals. It is normal to dream about situations that can help you out of the endless financial drain. I certainly have dreamt of winning the lottery. Dee dreamed of winning the lottery but she had a whole list of people she would help when she did. And I have no doubt that she would.

Dee did not wake up this morning to start another brutal hot Florida day on the horse farm. She will never see those babies whose existence she pondered so deeply grow up. Nor will she get to see Jeremy as a lawyer helping kids just like him find better lives because mom’s did not believe in them, like Dee did. And that day when Melissa finally makes it to Rolex, Dee will be a whisper in wind and guide over fences. And Codi, must cherish every wonderful memory of her grandma, because their will be no more.

I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain

I’ve seen lonely times when I could not find a friend

But I always thought I would see you again…

May the lord bless you and keep you forever now, Dee.

Melissa with Roy.

Codi so proud on Ellie Mae.

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I am trying to help this family with funeral expenses for their mom and grandma. Give if you can. Pass this on to others that might be able to help. Thank you.

http://www.gofundme.com/deemcmaster

Craigslist OTTB rakes in high-level ribbons

Posted on June 8, 2015 by Exechorseluver

Borrowed with permission from Off the Track Thoroughbreds-

I understand the actual video of Trapp riding in the race saddle over the crudely constructed jumps was something to behold. The owner expected him to fall off this little mare, but she just went willingly along. Feather and Lauren, no doubt, will encounter Cait and Lulu as they make their way up the ranks. Thanks Susan for a great story!

By Susan Salk on June 3, 2015

World Cup rider Trapp O’Neal found Au Girl on Craigslist. Now she’s in the ribbons for owner/rider Caitlyn Epperson. Alison Harwell Photography

Leading Grand Prix rider and coach Trapp O’Neal was out shopping for a flatbed trailer one lazy afternoon in August when he discovered in the dirt and dust of a modest Texas farm a gem of a Thoroughbred with the makings of an A-rated sport horse.

Though Au Girl lived in circumstances that lacked a standard ring to stretch her legs or pretty jumps to display her form, she went along quite willingly and smartly for O’Neal, who rode her in her jockey’s saddle over jumps made of orange cones and lumber. The bay mare just seemed a natural for the job.

“As a Grand Prix rider and coach, it’s never been typical for me to chose Thoroughbreds to work with. But as a horseman, I’ve learned to keep my eyes open. I don’t think you can be too prejudice as to what shape, size and breeds the talent comes in,” O’Neal says. “And when I tried Au Girl I knew I couldn’t pass up talent.”

O’Neal purchased the ex-race mare in August 2013 and took her home to his Magnolia, Texas facility TKO Sporthorses, where the green mare quickly proved herself as worthy as the fancy show horses in the barn.

Au Girl
Barn name: Lulu
Sire: Formal Gold
Dam: San Miguel Queen
Foal date: April 23, 2009

Whip-smart and scopey, she trained for about a year before Trapp sold her to his longtime student Caitlyn Epperson, 20, who formed an instant connection with the mare. “The minute she sat on her, they just clicked,” says Caitlyn’s mother Kathryn Epperson. She adds, “They are a great team. They’ve already earned numerous grand championships and reserve championships … this mare just has a spirit like she’s in it to win it, and yet, she’s also very sweet.”

The pair has excelled at the TAKE 2 Thoroughbred Division at the lower heights, but has also ribboned at the High Adult Jumper Division as well. Her awards include: Low Adult Jumper Champion (1.0 – 1.05 meter) Dallas Harvest in October 2014; High Adult Jumper Reserve Champion (1.10 – 1.15 meter) Great Southwest Winter Classic IV in February 2015; TAKE 2 Thoroughbred Jumpers Reserve Champion (1.0 meter) Pin Oak Charity Horse Show in March 2015; TAKE 2 Thoroughbred Jumpers Champion Show Jumping Classic in May 2015.

Au Girl takes a nap after winning Grand Champion in the Take 2 Jumpers at the Show Jumping Classic in May

Au Girl is ranked 9th in the National TAKE 2 Thoroughbred Jumper standings and 7th in the USHJA Zone 7 TAKE 2 Thoroughbred Jumper standings through April 2015.

But more than earning ribbons there is the deep satisfaction that comes from bringing along a green OTTB to compete at the highest levels.

“In this area you don’t see a lot of Thoroughbreds competing at this level. A lot of trainers just want the Warmbloods. Trapp was one of the first trainers in our area to step out and try a Thoroughbred, and now that people see her, other people have started to show an interest in them,” she says. “This horse is just a trooper. I don’t care how tired she is, or if she’s been at a show for three weeks, she’s going to give 110 percent every time.

“And she moves, very, very well. And she was a fraction of the cost of the other horses in her division. She was a true diamond in the rough.”

The little things

Posted on June 5, 2015 by Exechorseluver

Horse photos courtesy of Isabel Johnson

The race is on and Kona is doing his best to keep up with Betty Sue and Piper.

Maui running with Piper Pony.

We have now had several consecutive days without rain. As you can see, the horses (and the dog) are even turning up a little dust in the arena. That is grounds enough for a little celebration. I am getting through this first anniversary of my mother’s birthday without my mother with a few tears but a lot of happy thoughts and memories.

Last night, we took the girls down to play in the arena. The last time I did this, Feather wanted to come, too. She pulled back from where she was tied at the barn and ended up with a face full of stitches. This time we left Feather in her stall, the fan running, oblivious to her friends having fun without her. It was amazing to see, now a little over a year old, Betty Sue, romp around. I swear she has the prettiest trot I have ever seen. Of course, I didn’t get a picture of that-she was too busy running!

Kona and puppy, Maui Jim, were all keyed up for play time as well. You will note fewer pictures of Maui. He tuckered out way before the horses and Kona did.

I love the white streak in her man and that her tail has the white tip at the end.

I love the white streak in her mane and that her tail has the white tip at the end.

Back in my day we would have said, “Kona is really booking it,” here.

The dogs went off to a new groomer today. This is Maui Jim’s first official hair cut. Lauren told the groomer to make him look like Kona. What do you think?

Maui Jim is a skinny puppy but OMG look at those feet!! He is going to be bigger than his brother!

This was a new groomer who specializes in poodles and it showed in the great job they did. Oh, it is the little things for me!

Happy boys, headed home.

The farm is pretty much dried out with grass and the flowers growing like crazy. I have lots to do this weekend with Lauren’s impromptu working student summer starting on Monday with the arrival of Mia from Malaysia. We have worked out some great educational seminars for the girls including working with the farrier, learning basic first aid and how to build a horse first aid kit with the vet, a session on learning to pick horses for the Grand Prix and being a successful trainer in the horse business from some local hot shots.

Jordyn and Riley finished second grade and kindergarten respectively and are looking forward to a summer of fun. Jordyn is headed off for a week of horse camp with Holly Flint and Snowboy! In fact, I am hoping to get them on the lunge line tomorrow for Jordyn’s first canter “on-purpose”. Big times!

Lots to do, lots to see, lots to accomplish. Hoping you are taking a moment to appreciate the little things. They are really what life is about. Thanks for riding along!

No worries-Be Happy

Posted on May 28, 2015 by Exechorseluver

Signifying how far away everything was from this strip of sand I stood upon.

Out on the seas away from phones, Internet, Facebook and demands of life, I can step back a bit and relax. In fact on this last day at sea, I have sequestered myself in my tiny room. I have been here mostly in the dark, with light from my IPad reading the new Coburn novel and trying to stay calm.

Television, CNN out of Atlanta,has been telling horrific stories of the rain in Houston. We do not know what we will come home to find. We had service long enough in Mexico to learn the farm had been hit hard again with several inches of rain. The electricity which also runs the water well in rural areas had been off for hours when we reached our farm-sitter, Libby. She has definitely gotten to experience the overwhelming responsibilities of running a horse farm in the worst of situations.

The television stories of destruction and death are cycling through the news reports. I shudder each time I hear the story anew of the washed away death of the cheerleader/prom queen/treasured daughter. I hear the reporters say that theses events only occur every 500 or 1000 years, and yet they have hit all these places at once. I do not understand.

I have seen nothing but blue skies and tropical sun for the last four days. I think I just sat on a primitive beach with the softest sand I have ever encountered facing the most brilliant sea I have ever seen. I have been blessed to run my toes through the sand of a lot of the world’s best beaches but yesterday in the remote far side of Cozumel was incredible.

Powered white sand beaches, a tiny building with only a generator to keep the lights on and the drinks flowing

Hard to believe cars and homes are floating away at home. We arrive early tomorrow and will be off in the first wave of passengers. I have two more vacation days ahead but have established a long list of must-do work items for both Thursday and Friday.

I hear my new mare is lame with a swollen ankle. I hope to God it is not serious. I hope it was not a snake bite garnered in the deep, wet grasses of the lower pasture. I hope the flooding was minimal and the electricity is powering through the lines

Others are planning and booking their next cruise. I will not leave home again for a long while. I have enjoyed the diversion but am ready to take up the fight again. As I lie here, my stomach and chest are clinched in anxiety. So much I need to do and so much I cannot control.

As this last day ends on the high seas I will pack my things and prepare to disembark in the morning. For now I will read a little longer, say prayers for those who have lost so much in these horrible floods and give thanks for this time with my family.

Rain, Rain, GO AWAY!

Posted on May 21, 2015 by Exechorseluver

Several more inches of rain fell this afternoon.

I have lost count of the number of days we have had. Definitely double digits of days past, each with rain, thunder and lightning. Perched as we are upon the sandy bluff above the Bravos River, it has taken a lot to effect us. Just as the days of rain are now measured in double digits (maybe 18 days maybe 22) the inches that have fallen from the dark skies can also be measured in the same double digits. Five inches the first day. Then it was three more the next day. Day after day rain of biblical proportions has fallen. Each day I am hopeful that the rain is over.

My girls decided that I needed a vacation so we are getting out-of-town for a few days. It has been two years since I left town for fun. I am looking forward to spending time with Lauren, Ally’s family and the her in-laws but am understandably concerned about leaving the farm. Especially leaving the farm when the forecast continues to be full of rain forecasts.

Piper, Jordyn’s pony, is out on trial. Piper has turned into a pretty quick little pony and hope Kendall who is to be her new mom, can deal with her. We are down a few more horses due to recent sales so it at least is not so overwhelmingly full right now.

I continue to enjoy my new paint mare, Nova Mae. She and I are getting stronger together. My legs are not the legs of Cindy the rider of long ago. But I feel with practice I will be able to live up to my horse’s expectations. She is a little weak at the trot and needs to continue to build up endurance and muscle. But she is just doing great and I think I have finally found that perfect horse I was looking for!

I hope all of you have a safe and happy Memorial Day weekend. May God watch over all of those that have gone before us and served this company so well.

The rain has done good things for my flowers.

We’re Pregnant! In foal! Having a baby!

Posted on May 15, 2015 by Exechorseluver

Blonder Reflection aka Fargo

Yippee! Indications are that the insemination of my RPSI German mare, Fargo, was successful. We will check her again in three weeks. I think Fargo is a lovely mare, standing about 16 hands.

Fargo showing off her pretty trot in the pasture.

Her breeding as the Oldenburg Rainbow’s granddaughter coupled with her strong sire Blonder Hans whose strengths are wonderful elasticity and impulsion with a brilliant jumping career should be a fine fit with the Flagmount genes we know and love so well from our own mare Feather.

Fargo’s sire Blonder Hans

Fargo has had some lovely babies in the past and we sure hope to have another next March. Personally, I am hoping that Fargo as a Palomino from a Palomino sire from a Palomino grandsire coupled with her Oldenburg grand-sire’s pinto markings might create a colorful Flagmount baby. But I do not care! Happy, healthy and sound is the ticket.

Here are some pictures of Flagmount’s Freedom-

At 16.3, this is a big, solid boy reminiscent of his sire Flagmount King

These are shots of Flag in action. No wonder our Feather is so brave!
Truly great news to brighten the seemingly endless days of rain that we have had. We should know if our OTTB mare TeeDee is pregnant by Flag this weekend. What a delight that would be! Thanks for riding along!

I regret my absence, I have been out of my mind

Posted on May 11, 2015 by Exechorseluver

Happy Kona on Mother’s day “helping me” with hay.

I guess that title is a little too dramatic. I do regret that I have not written. It has been too many days. There have been ups and downs which we will discuss, but I promise to make every effort to write at least two, hopefully three times a week.

It is over a year now since we landed in this new house, built new barns, arena, got new horses, lost some dear animals and met new friends. Our boarding and training business (which right now is limited to training our own steeds) has grown in size and complexity. A year ago we fed two types of feed and offered two kinds of hay. Now, seven cans of various feeds sit in our feedroom with three kinds of hay (coastal, alfalfa and timothy).

Our horses are a varied bunch with the three original rescue horses (Mickey, Cody and Snow), three ponies (Molly, Snow, Piper), three OTTBs (Hershey, TryDelta (off-site) and No Play), Two Paints (Mickey and Nova), Five warmbloods (Prosecco, Kinnaras, Betty Sue, Fargo and Feather) and one Grand Prix Dressage horse (Kinnaras). The range in size from 13.3 hands to 17.2 hands. You will note some horses are counted in multiple categories. Point is, it is a busy and diverse crowd. I might be in the tack room looking for a 22-inch western girth for Piper or a 54-inch English girth for Nova.

It certainly has become more than a fulltime endeavour for us. I have not been gone on a weekend from the farm since we moved here, except for my mother’s funeral. Lauren does a nice job with much appreciated help from her sister Ally in managing the daily activities. That leaves me, and often Ally, with night-time and weekend work.

Thankfully, Alex, Libby, Isabel and Jo Ann all pitch in to help out with stalls and feeding. There is never a spare moment. Remember too, that I have a corporate fulltime occupation with little tolerance for less than my best job performance. It makes for non-stop activity, at least for me. Reason enough to be out of my mind, but I totally try to balance all the work, every day, every hour along with some occasional play

Anyway….

Lauren budgeted for five horse shows for this year. They are expensive and we have limited funds for the big shows. This week’s MayFest has traditionally been a great show for us. Last year, Feather made her first run at the 1.05 meter and earned three ribbons in three classes. Mickey has always been the king of the fest winning multiple championships.

Wednesday, I headed to the arena with baby Betty Sue (who at over 14 hands is not so babyish anymore) and pony Piper to give them some play time. Lauren was going to ride, had gotten Feather out of her stall and strapped her in the cross-ties. I let the little ones loose and off they ran! Feather, never being so sturdy of mind or space, immediately wanted to take off with them. She set back in the cross-ties, rearing and slamming her face multiple time into the sharp tin of the roof. Finally, she broke free and proceed to run to the arena with blood streaming down her face. Like go to the vet now blood!

What you don’t see-her eyelid had to be sewn back on.

The vets thought that Feather could still compete at the show but the swelling did not recede as fast as we hoped. Lauren took Mickey for Alex to ride and agreed to show him for her on Friday while Alex was at school. I had been apprehensive about this. Mickey and Lauren have a long, dramatic history of Mickey throwing Lauren to the ground. Mickey performs better for Alex but I was still scared. Lauren jumped him four feet at home to show me they were great. They would only be doing the .90 meter (which is about 2’9″) at the show, what could go wrong?

Mickey was reluctant to jump the oxers from the beginning. Lauren was in the class for the win and pushed him up to each jump, setting him up well and using her crop as needed to tell him she was serious. At jump seven, Mickey galloped right to the base of the jump and did a sliding stop to rival any of his paint horse reining relatives. Lauren went flying through the air like a lawn dart hitting both poles with her head before stopping. And this is why Lauren does not show Mickey any more!

A slight concussion and stiff neck later, she went and scratched Feather from the show. I am all about pushing on, but when your horse has a face full of stitches and you have been a human lawn dart, it is time to say you will wait for the next show, thanks anyway!

Saturday, unexpectedly with no show to show in, ended up to be a fun day for Lauren, Jordyn, Kendyll and I. We took Kona and the new poodle Maui Jim with us. We went by the show and checked up on Mickey and Alex. It was Maui’s first horse show and he was great! We left soon after headed to the expansive George Bush Park (of course, Houston would have a George Bush Park, and the dog park is called…wait for it…The Millie Bush Park after President Bush’s cocker spaniel). We did not go to the dog park (we kind of have that at home) we did go on a hike down to a pond and let Kona and Maui see what they thought about water. I have never had Kona to the water although Poodles are known as water dogs. The sign clearly said no wading, no swimming and no off-leash dogs because alligators could be nearby.

Still, I threw the stick out in the water and Kona and Maui bounded out in search of it. Maui got out a little further than he intended and had his first swim. He did not go back in the water. The girls had a fun time wading on the sandy beach until we actually saw an alligator and thought it would be a good time to put everyone’s shoes back on. I managed to fall fully in the water trying to balance on a log going over the trail. Lauren was laughing so hard she almost dropped Kendyll. The dogs just stared at me like I was stupid wallowing in the slime on all fours like a common dog.

Totally covered in slimey water and unable to get my feet under me and get up.

So you can see I have a lot of reasons for insanity. Plus it runs in my family.

Thanks for riding along! I promise more wonderful days of action from the farm. If you are on Facebook, look up Six Meadow Farm and see some more pictures of our place. We have a spot for a new boarder, too! Think how fun that would be!

Flag and Fargo make a baby (we hope)

Posted on April 28, 2015 by Exechorseluver

Lauren with Flagmount’s Freedom, at over 17 hands he makes wonderful, kind, jumpers.

Caution-this post involves details of horse breeding/insemination. Parental Guidance suggested.

Last week started our push to get our German mare, Blonder Reflection (aka Fargo, aka Grandma) pregnant with Feather’s sire, Flagmount’s Freedom. Flag is an Irish Sport Horse stallion standing in Bryan, Texas. I have other articles about him in my blog if you want to ‘search’ his name for more information. This mating would produce a cousin to our yearling Betty Sue and a half-sibling to Feather. Some crazy times at our farm, for sure! Still those a pretty special relatives.

Even though I have seen others go through this ritual, I was not quite prepared for the science of getting a mare pregnant now. I hate to say it but back in my day, we turned them out in the pasture and got what we got next spring. Now, the equine reproductive process rivals that of any major human Fertility Clinic in the US.

Once I made the commitment to move ahead with this breeding of Flag and Fargo, and she had received a clean bill of reproductive health, we had several steps to go through. First, we had to get the mare to go into cycle-which involved an injection. Then we started tracking her follicles. To me they looked a lot like odd shaped balls but what do I know?

Several at the barn got embroiled in the Fargo follicle process and asked each day what size Fargo’s follicles were. Identifying the follicle size involves a sonogram (ultra-sound) of the horse’s reproductive parts.

Isabel and Lauren awaiting the daily follicle size check with Dr. Criner. Oh, life on the farm!

By Thursday we were getting close but didn’t know if Fargo would be ready for baby-making on Friday or on the weekend. We asked Dr. Marden with Flag for a late Friday afternoon collection. I have to admit I did enjoy posting on FaceBook that my daughter and her friend were en route to College Station to get some sperm. I found that pretty funny until I got some blowback from the father of Lauren’s under-18 friend. But I am guessing he is telling the story at work so he can’t be too upset.

It was Lauren’s first time to see Feather’s dad in person. She also got to meet Feather’s full sister and brother. They are built a great deal like Feather but one is a bay and one a chestnut. Lauren retrieved the vials of precious cargo and headed back to the farm.

Meanwhile, Dr. Lynn Criner was checking Feather to see if we were ready to breed, but she was not. I was worried Friday as we stored the vials in the refrigerator until we could do another check on Saturday. I hoped this mare that I knew so little about did not out wait the semen. The semen in the best of worlds was good until maybe Sunday (or so I had been assured). I was terrified the mare would take her time and have the perfect follicle on Monday.

Saturday, the rains blew through hard, causing some downed limbs and another three inches of accumulation. All the horses stayed in their stalls. Lynn showed up mid-afternoon to check on Fargo.

I have worked for OB-GYNs off and on for many years. I know my way around the female anatomy and sonogram images. Not so much when I was reviewing the images on Lynn’s machine. But by this point in the process, I could id the follicles but not a lot else.

As an aside, one of the ladies at the barn needed a pelvic ultra-sound for her own reproductive issues and I volunteered Lynn and her machine. She choose to keep her appointment with the radiology team at the hospital. We would have cleaned the probe first. I promise.

Anyway, Saturday afternoon, the rains had stopped (for a while) the skies had cleared but no one but the two of us (the doc and myself) were at the barn. We got Fargo to assume the position for seemingly the umpteenth time. I said silent prayers for follicle readiness. And yes, glory be, we had lift off!! It was time to inseminate the mare!

The semen (I have typed this word more in the last two weeks than I ever have in my life) had been ‘cooled’ and it was time to warm it up prior to insemination. I was told to put the syringes filled with Flag’s magic power next to my skin. I asked, “Like in my pockets?” No, I was told, next to your skin.

If you are told to put semen in your pants, you better just do it!

Then it was soon time for Fargo to take the magic vials from their warming position and have them injected into her. This process required a lot of cleaning of mare parts and sterile procedures.

With the tail tied out-of-the-way (not an issue we encountered in human reproduction) Dr. Criner is sending Flag’s swimmers to make a super foal.

I swear Fargo brightened up remarkably as the syringe was emptied. When the tube was removed, Fargo gave a huge sigh of satisfaction. I wanted to ask her if she would like a cigarette or something.

Here’s to hoping we are on our way to lovely, kind, athletic, jumping-fool of a foal. We should know more in the next couple weeks. Keep your fingers crossed. Say a prayer. For those of you wondering, horses carry approximately 342 days. And you thought you had it bad.

Many thanks for riding along this journey with us!