GG Jim-A Life Well Lived

Posted on February 16, 2015 by Exechorseluver

My mom and Jim-2012

My step-father, Jim Foust, died yesterday at age 97 and three/quarters. I know you probably think that is not surprising but believe me this was one person for whom advancing age never seemed to touch. My grandkids, his great grandkids, called him GG Jim, great-grandpa Jim after Jordyn first coined that name for him.

Glenn Taylor Foust (Jim), was born in 1917. And has remained all 97 of these years pretty much aware and remembering the details of his great life. My mother met Jim first as Dr. Foust. He was her OB-GYN in the 1950’s as she was pregnant with first my sister and then I. In essence I have known Jim all my life since he cared for my mother and delivered me into this world. Pretty crazy. And while he was part of bringing me into this life, Jim saved my life once, literally, as well.

My family moved off to Chicago for many years as Jim continued to have a thriving practice in Denver. When my family returned to Denver in the 1970s, my mother was once again a patient of Jim. My dad died in 1991 and as my mom embarked on a life of her own, Jim was doing the same having lost his wife as well. They met again walking in a Denver park. Before any of us had time to think about it, the two of them were heavy into a relationship.

I remember Jim and mom coming to visit my family in Florida in the mid-1990’s. Ally was taking horseback riding lessons and Jim went along with me to watch. He filled the time telling us stories of being in the cavalry. Have you ever met anyone that served in the U.S. Cavalry? Jim was an excellent horseback rider and had pictures of himself jumping four-foot or larger jumps on huge thoroughbreds. My dad was a horseman but Jim actually had done the things that Ally and subsequently Lauren would compete in.

I was an avid swimmer, competing for over ten years. Jim had been an outstanding swimmer and diver as well (not something I did well). It was another thing we had in common. As the relationship deepened between Jim and my mom, I was very happy for her to have found such a love again. They were married in 1997. I think they both made each other very happy. Not many of us get such second chances.

Jim had a place in Tucson and I remember so many terrific times with the family there. Over dinners he would tell us stories of his hunting adventures in Alaska. To this day, I believe there are still trophy animals in one of the Denver museums that Jim hunted, killed and had shipped back to Colorado for display. He had amazing times hunting on horseback in wild, completely untamed country. Jim was great golfer as well and won tournaments at Cherry Hills in Colorado along with many in Arizona and other locations. He was still swinging a golf club even in recent years.

I realized a little late in Jim’s life that I had missed a tremendous opportunity in my journalistic endeavours. I wish I had been able to devote some time to Jim and to hearing his life story, from birth to the war, to medical school and training, to his wild adventures in some of the real frontiers of America. I think his story would be one from which we could all learn a little something.

For my children, especially Lauren and Ally, Jim was the grandfather they knew best. I do not say that to disrespect their other grandfathers, but because of my mother, Jim was so much more involved in their lives. Jim cheered all the girls on from childhood and as they grew into adults. I am sure even today the kid’s pictures still grace the walls (and refrigerator) of his home in Tucson.

Jim, Jordyn and Bruno. 95-year-old Jim wanted to ride him. I said no.

When Jordyn came along both mom and Jim were her biggest fans. Jordyn made a lot of trips to Denver and there was a deep and special love between the three of them. Jim was great with all the great-grand kids and seemed to have a special rapport with them. Maybe it was from having delivered so many babies, he appreciated how special they were. He carried a little book which held all the names and birth dates of his family from young to old. He would read the roster off for me, telling me a little about each one.

Jim with young Riley.

Jim was my step-father. He loved my mother and I. He cared about my children and grandchildren. In many ways, I feel he was one of the last of his breed, of the tough, but wiry and resilient type that met challenges head-on with his usual surgeon like decisiveness. It is the end of era for me. It is the last part of my momma that was left. I think it is ironic that he died on Valentine’s Day-he was such romantic and blessed my mother with flowers so often.

God Speed, Jim. You were one of a kind and brought so much love to my mother and my family. I would tell you to rest now in peace but I doubt you are slowing down even for a moment as you embark on Heaven and all its delights.

Glenn Taylor Foust, Jr

May 18, 1917-Feb.14, 2014

A life well lived

Weekends with warmth

Posted on February 9, 2015 by Exechorseluver

It was a warm and beautiful weekend weatherwise, but the true warmth of the weekend was getting to spend time with family and dear friends.

Mia hanging with the mares

We are like a family out here. Maybe we have just been lucky to get outstanding people as boarders but we certainly have. One family, Keith, Wendy and Mia, from the first moments of meeting them, felt like long-lost kinsfolk. And the feeling has just increased over time we have spent with them. Shortly, they will be off to Malaysia and it is proving very difficult to say goodbye. From the relationship Wendy has established with baby Kendyll to young Mia’s willingness to help out with anything at the barn, they have been great. We got in some last pictures and time together this weekend.

Wendy with Betty Sue. She tsaught Betty to break into the tackroom for treats and many other illegal activities.

From left-Kendyll with her best pal Wendy, Jordyn, Piper me and Muffy

We will really miss this family as they leave and hope they are posted back to the US (Houston) real soon. Kendyll and Lauren say they are going to Malaysia to visit but I don’t really see that happening.

Saturday morning lessons took place and Jordyn rode her Piper pony for the first time under Dev’s instruction (they were not quite ready for the big arena previously). Both horse and rider were outstanding. We got a great video of Jordyn trotting away, managing circles, halts and reversing on demand. I am really happy with the progress they are making.

All seemed to have a good lesson. Feather is making progress on listening to Lauren between tight jumps. Mickey and Alex worked on handy turns (Mickey says he’s got this!). Mia and Isabel jumped higher with style.

We had some new boarders come out to see the barn this week and have made the decision to board their kids, Molly (a pony) and Kinny (a big warmblood) with us. This married couple met at Texas A&M first day orientation. What a great story! I think they will be terrific additions to the barn family.

We needed to make some changes to accommodate the two new horses so while Luke got busy with stall changes, Ally, Lauren, Jordyn, Kendyll and I moved the junk we had been storing in the area.

I am pretty sure this is not what my doctor had in mind. Kendyll is sure doing her part though while Jordyn steers the broken mower.

I asked Jordyn if she wanted to go ride with me. She looked up at me questioningly, “Like you are going to ride a horse, Granny?” Yes, I had decided it is time. With my first hip replacement it was more than three months before I got back in saddle. At the doctor this last week, I passed all the tests with flying colors. I still have more physical therapy to finish but am glad I am getting around so well. The doctor released me to swim, ride or walk as I desired. YIPPEE.

Alex complained that Mickey had been a little slow yesterday. Slow was just what I was looking for in a horse to make my come back on! Jordyn and I got the horses saddled as the fog was just burning off on the brilliant Sunday morning. Mickey was a champ and we even managed some trotting before I decided not to over do the first time back in the saddle.

Piper and Jordyn as the fog burns off on a lovely Sunday morning!

Two bay horses and two cowgirls! Oh and Lula too!

To finish up, the warm weekend, Libby, Mia, Isabel and Lauren worked together to get our jumps re-painted. What color did they go with? Predominantly, PINK! I appreciate all the help everyone gave on this project. And that includes the parents that made multiple trips to the barn to accommodate the young painters.

Our new boarder told me she had talked with her mom about my barn. Her mom reportedly told her that she would have loved a pink pony barn when she was growing up! I guess some of us just will never outgrow it!

Many thanks for riding along.

Painters and Kona hard at work.

Betty Sue’s little romps

Posted on January 31, 2015 by Exechorseluver

At almost ten months of age, RPSI filly, Betty Sue is getting taller and starting to fill out. We have continued almost daily with her education. We get her out of her stall to groom her, pick up and clean her feet and do a little ground work.

Betty works well in her halter, leading, backing on command and standing. Lauren even walked her over to load in our trailer the other night when it was hooked up for the horse show. Betty Sue quietly followed her in and back out. No fuss, no issues, it was pretty nice.

A scared Lauren hiding between jump standards as Betty Sue romps up to visit.

But Betty Sue’s and frankly, I think everyone at the barns favorite thing to do is when Betty Sue gets rewarded after going through her paces in the arena, by a few minutes off her lead rope. As Betty has gotten bigger, faster and stronger her desire to play with us has intensified. I understand that it is important for a young horse to respect personal space and she does-she always stops, but that doesn’t mean that she has not gotten a little intimidating as she romps down the line toward you in her little gallop. Hiding behind the jump standards is common for large man or young child as Betty Sue enjoys these little play times.

Getting her romp on!

I am enjoying this little filly to the fullest. I can’t wait to see the color of her coat after she sheds out the winter coat she brought from Colorado. We tried to entice her to follow us over some jumps-and she did go over an X behind Lauren, but when the other girls tried it, she said “I really want to but I think I will just walk around!”

Alex trying to entice Betty Sue over the jump.

I love her buckskin coloring.

Tomorrow is the first of February (and my daughter Ally’s 27th birthday) and the day we weigh and measure this baby. I will let you know the latest numbers.

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Happy Birthday Ally Taylor-I love you so much!

Sunday Funday

Posted on January 27, 2015 by Exechorseluver

All photos today courtesy of Arianna Arney-many thanks!

A bunch of us gathered around the arena on a beautiful Sunday.

More often than not, Lauren is gone most of the day on Sundays, taking that one day off a week to get away from the barn and its activity. I had not had a day out at the barn for awhile, at least not one with beautiful weather and lots of riders. I had been sequestered in the house, afraid to take a chance on uneven ground, gravel driveways or misbehaving horses while recovering on crutches.

This last Sunday the weather was perfect! It was sunny, clear and near 70 degrees by the afternoon. All of the boarders thought it would be a pretty great day to ride. Jordyn had stayed over night both Friday and Saturday. She was on a marathon horseback ride, switching off between new pony Piper and tried and true Mickey.

It was wonderful to have all the activity. I knew one of our boarders had a nice pony to sell that was cute and talented. I expected some visitors to stop by and try out the pony on this nice afternoon.

The group approach to jump setting. One works and two watch.

The group approach to jump setting. One works and two make suggestions.

As it often is in the horse world, we tend to do things with a group or at least our friends. The previous night had been the year-end awards banquet for the Greater Houston Hunter Jumper Association. The pony had been discussed with one of the other trainers and they were headed out my way for a trial ride.

Horse buying is tricky. It is a wing and a prayer sort of thing. Sometimes you make brilliant decisions and sometimes you end up with real disasters. In retrospect someone can always point out what you missed but at the time, you just hope for the best.

By the time the gang arrived from north Houston to view the sale pony, things were hopping around the barn. We had a Porsche, a Prius , sturdy trucks and SUVs lined up and parked. A group of girls arrived with the friend of the pony seller to demonstrate the pony and just watch the proceedings.

The arena was being dragged again by one of the dads with his 4×4 truck as our broken tractor sat idly in the sun. Jordyn, Libby and Isabel were still in the arena riding as the truck worked over circle after circle of the soft sand pulling the drag behind. Jordyn was thrilled to be playing “who can trot the fastest” with the other much older riders. The big truck and dragger did nothing to deter their forward motion or their enthusiasm.

I immediately recognized the potential pony buyers as they got out of their truck. No, I did not know their names, but knew their faces and their horses. It was fun to talk with them about their barn building projects which had started last April like ours. It wasn’t long before Michelle looked at me intently and said “I read your blog!” That is always a WOW moment for me, because I write pretty much for myself and it is sometimes embarrassing to think of all the things I have said.

We dragged her off to meet baby Betty Sue and see pony, Piper. She was telling us about a great horse they had for sale. It is that information sharing that usually lands a horse with the right new owner.

As we walked to the arena to watch the sale pony, Flash, work, I told them to go on ahead that I was a little slow. Michelle immediately said she had read about my hip replacement. GEEZ. It was cool but little eerie.

Getting set to try the Flash pony.

Off Bella went amid guns and engines roaring.

The pony did well as we all watched. One of my charming neighbors decided that this lovely Sunday afternoon should be filled with guns and proceeded to fire off like a thousand shots, seriously, one after another, disrupting the quiet afternoon. But the pony didn’t seem to care, he went along quietly and easily. Then my other neighbor started working on his car engine. I thought we were in an episode of Street Outlaws (where they drag race illegally). It was not what I wanted when trying to show off a sale horse at my facility. On the other hand, Flash reacted not at all to all the disturbances so I guess that was okay.

Trainer Elizabeth keeping a sharp eye on her student.

In the end, it was decided that this was not the correct match for the girl who was looking. It was a little sad as I thought it had gone swimmingly well given all the activity. But that is how the horse (pony) business goes. They did say they liked the bay horse with the star. I was dumbfounded for a moment, thinking we don’t have a bay horse with a star, when I was told my Piper pony was a bay horse with a star. DUH. Well, she is not going anywhere soon.

Very nice trot!

Flash will be gone quickly as he is too cute and too good to not be picked up fast. Any pony buyers out there?

Pony can jump, too.

Anyway, it was a great day and lots of fun for us all. Still, I was glad as I saw Lauren head down the drive returning from her weekend off. I think I was asleep by 7 pm.

The best thing I heard from one of my riders this weekend was after they watched me walk down the driveway. Jo Ann told me that I was looking and walking pretty well. She could still tell I wasn’t completely sound-but almost! Wow, I think a lot of people would agree I have never been completely sound and they would not just be referring to my obvious limp.

Thanks for riding with us at Six Meadow Farm!

Feeling Happy

Posted on January 23, 2015 by Exechorseluver

The weather is grey, cold and miserable. We just got a sizable amount of rain and everything seems wet, from the horses themselves to their blankets to the barn, although no one was out in rain. It is just a heavy dampness that pervades the air.

It will be cold tonight (for us southerner’s anyway) and one pony just was body-clipped for the upcoming shows. He was telling us last night that it is a little chilly to be naked.

Anyway, I have a cough and sore throat. All and all, I should be feeling a bit down and dismal but I am not. I want Jordyn to spend the night so we can go out on a trail ride tomorrow even if the ring is too wet to ride in. I want to go pull some manes, clip some horses and prepare for spring. After some reflection I realized I was just happy.

Wow, what a great notion. I am almost two months post-op from my hip replacement. Having been down this rehab road before, I know I am way further down the road to recovery than I was at the same time last replacement. I am walking up and down stairs on my own, logging in over 7000 steps a day on my Fitbit and am ready to get back on a horse.

To what do I attribute this somewhat usual state (for me at least-I tend to be a little more like Eeyore than happy Winnie-the-Pooh)? I think it is just surviving this difficult last year, being very content with my place in life and thoroughly enjoying my work. We had people out to look out our place. They own their own sizable herd of warmbloods and have recently moved to Houston. Looking around the place I realized, although as one visitor told us this week, “it is not as nice as I thought it would be”, it is all I ever wanted. Like in my whole life, this little place in Richmond, Texas (a state I never dreamed I would live in) has my home, my family (and frequent visits from my out-of-town family)my horses, my dogs, my cats and dearest friends. How lucky am I?

My life has really been a series of some difficult battles. I was afraid to hope that life would ever be like this-and this year, particulary has not been easy, but I am cheered on and gladdened by the realization-that right now-this moment-this time is good.

Thank you for being part of my story. Thank you for riding along.

Teach your Children Well

Posted on January 19, 2015 by Exechorseluver

Jordyn and her special journey with OTTB Bruno.

Jordyn preparing to get on big Bruno for the first time.

Off they go!

Bruno with Jordyn and her great grandpa-Jim.

Giant Bruno being confidently handled by five year-old Jordyn

Nearing the end of his days

Days before he died with Jordyn and Kendyll

Jordyn and the big thoroughbred Bruno had a special relationship almost from the day he arrived at our barn. Although over 17 hands high and a huge 1450 pounds, he was a gentle soul and they seemed to just get along.

To say Jordyn loved Bruno is an understatement. She also watched him suffer through surgery, helped Lauren re-bandage his hoof many times, saw him with blood streaming down his face and on the good days as well. Jordyn was five years old when Bruno came to our barn. She was old enough to understand pain and suffering and appreciate what we were trying to do for the horse, in trying to get him get back to sound and healthy.

As the time went on, she saw Bruno start to soar, spending time with Lauren and him at the trainers as Bruno learned to jump and watching Amelia take the big guy further than we ever dreamed. But his success was short-lived and his infection in his hoof returned. Jordyn also watched him stand, unable to walk, as we continued to try to do something to save him.

Bruno had a few days when he rallied. Jordyn was there to walk him in the green pasture and sit endlessly on his back as he ate the fresh grass.

Jordyn was not there when he died. It would not have been right but she did see the freshly dug grave and laid flowers on it for him. She and I have spoken many times of life and death on farm but not really specifically about Bruno, not since he died, anyway.

I was surprised this weekend when she mentioned him and how much she missed him. Jordyn is a sensitive, intelligent child that observes more than we think and absorbs more than her share of the hurt she sees in the world. She told me the story of what her other grandma, Dodie, had shared with her this weekend as she was missing Bruno so much.

I was appreciative and impressed by what she had been told. Dodie told her about Bruno in Heaven eating forever green grass and running without pain. She told Jo how Bruno would never have to hurt again. She made Heaven a real and wonderful place for our granddaughter. And that is how it should be. What a wonderful gift to share with this imaginative child, one of happiness and joy instead of memories of pain and sadness.

I am indebted to Dodie for this and Jordyn is blessed to have a grandmother so confident in her faith and belief that she can draw pictures for a child’s dreams of the broad, green pastures of Heaven. I could only be thankful and think of the old Neil Young song of “Teach your Children Well“. This child has been taught of suffering and death but also of tremendous happiness that awaits. The best we can do and the best we can give is to teach our (grand) children well. Thank you, Dodie. I am grateful.

Back to Life on the Farm

Posted on January 15, 2015 by Exechorseluver

Piper and I on her first morning.

The dark, gloomy, cold days of what amounts to winter in Texas have been going on seemingly forever. Whenever I make this complaint, I realize it is ridiculous as I did spend 12 winters in the Chicago-area and quite a few in Colorado. But the cold, wet, humid dampness is bad in contrast to our normal weather. The pastures are muddy, the arena is just starting to be rideable again and the horses have been in blankets for weeks.

I am getting in the back to work routine again and immediately when I get home, I go in and put on a few layers of clothing. I am pretty comfortable outside but seem to be the only one that really wants to spend any time at the barn. Our boarders have been scarce (no where really to ride) and Lauren is sick of cold by the time I get home. My poodle’s hair is long and he and the Corgi are completely content to hang out at the barn with me.

But last night it was like we just pushed on past the cold and gloom. We have had fun getting to know Piper. Ally has kind of taken her over. Piper got taken to the round pen for a little work (she did great except wanting to stop, paw and started to roll in the standing water on the far side of the pen-we hurriedly rushed over to stop her before she was soaking wet!) and also got saddled for the first time.

Libby got voted to be the first ride crash dummy. Lauren and I didn’t want to fall off in the mud. Libby pleasantly goes along with most of our stupid ideas. I did verify she had signed a liability waiver. I mean, you just don’t know what to expect on the first ride with a new pony.

Libby taking Piper for her first Texas ride. You can even still see the price tag hanging from her brand new martingale.

But all the nervous energy was for not as the pony just quietly worked around the arena, ignoring the racing dogs, the inquiring horses in the pasture, the many jumps and cold wind. It may have been the fastest check ride in history as I asked Libby to walk, trot, reverse, halt, canter, reverse, canter and get back to barn. Piper was compliant and simple to ride. Just what we had asked for.

At the trot, looking pretty cute.

We all had fun letting the now nine month old filly, Betty Sue, out of her stall bribing her to follow us with treats and scratching her favorite spots. I believe she thinks she is one of the group. She was trotting neatly behind Jordyn and backing up on command.

Then we all headed over to the little fire pit and two-year old Kendyll had us singing the “Frozen” song, dramatically stopping for her to say, “the cold never bothered me anyway!”. We also sang “Happy Birthday” to everyone present even though it wasn’t anyone’s birthday. The fun things you do with a two-year old. Kona ran off with her baby doll and I thought we would have a serious problem but Kendyll just chased him down and demanded her baby back.

It is nice to be feeling better and part of the farm again. The sun even came out for a few minutes today.

Thanks as always for riding along!

From the Ice and Cold, the Pony Arrives

Posted on January 13, 2015 by Exechorseluver

This is Hopscotch, whom Jordyn is calling Piper.

Jordyn after school yesterday looking pretty happy with Piper.

Jordyn used Lauren’s jumper Mickey for lessons for most of this year. Her pony, Snowboy was being leased by another rider in the barn and Mickey was filling the bill fine. One of last year’s goals for Jordyn was to trot and she has been very successful. She can do a posting trot now and occasionally even gets the correct diagonal.

Jordyn started riding Snow again in hopes of achieving her 2015 goal of cantering. Snowboy, at an estimated 22 years of age, seems to have had it with hauling the little kids around. He is still very good for a kid over 90 pounds or an adult but for Jordyn, he was taking all her energy to just keep him in a trot.

Around Christmas time we decided to sell my horse, Kalani, and find a quiet, easy pony for Jordyn. Not to go into a whole ‘back in my day’ tirade, but one thing that is a whole lot easy now is buying a horse. Once upon a time, you relied upon neighbors, other training barns or the classifieds to find a horse.

Facebook is now quite a source for buying and selling horses. Within hours of stating we were on the search for a new pony, we had leads on steeds from all over the US. The two ponies that we liked best were both on the East Coast. The one we ended up with posted a sale ad in morning, by mid-afternoon their YouTube video had over 500 views. We had been the first to talk to this trainer in South Carolina and she called us back to tell us she had two full price offers on the pony we wanted for Jordyn. We told her we would meet that price and buy the pony.

I have bought a couple of horses/ponies sight unseen, and not touched or ridden by us. It is scary but it is the way of the world these days. We all agreed, signed some papers, Paypaled (should that have one L or two?) some money and set up an inexpensive shipper. We were pretty happy. That was nearly two weeks ago.

The cold fell on the east coast and first the shipper couldn’t get out of New York state as the water was freezing in the water buckets of the trailer. Then they had trouble with rain and ice as they made their way down the coast to South Carolina. In the beginning, I figured for sure I would still be home to see the pony come, but as the days became weeks, knew I would miss out.

Sure enough, the shipper called and estimated she would be at our place sometime Sunday night/Monday morning. As I awakened for work yesterday I figured I must have slept through the pony’s arrival. I headed out to resume my routine of feeding the horses on my first day back at work, to have Lauren follow me out the door. Lauren does not get up at 4:30 in the morning, especially in the cold without a compelling reason. The pony was just arriving.

Jordyn meeting her pony for the first time! Note-it is still pitch black behind the stall slats.

Quietly and without any apprehension, the small bay pony unloaded off the big rig, walked across our pasture in the cold mist and took up her new home next to Betty Sue in the mare’s barn. We called Ally who went to tell Jordyn that her pony had finally arrived. Jordyn bolted out of bed, dressed quickly, brushed her teeth and begged her mom to take her to Granny’s to see the new pony. It might have 5:30 am by then. I was headed out to work before Jo arrived but the first picture of the two says a lot. Jordyn’s call to me to proclaim, “Thank you, Thank you, Granny!!” said even more.

Last night, I couldn’t wait to get out to the barn, get the blanket off the pony and see what we really had. We have had days of cold rain so a ride was out of the question but Jordyn and I had fun grooming Piper, admiring her cute face, long forelock and silky tail.

We have owned Snowboy for over ten years, I hope this pony is as good as he has been for us and earns Jo all the ribbons she deserves. I did make it clear to her that this pony is for all the grandkids. Piper will have a lot of master’s to serve.

Thanks for being part of our journey!

Piper settled in and having some hay.

Return to Work-Eve

Posted on January 11, 2015 by Exechorseluver

My time off work has come to pass. I have fed the horses the last two mornings on my own. However, Lauren and I moved the feeding schedule forward (something about her not wanting to feed at 4:45, I don’t know!). I have to admit that this morning’s feed was closer to 7am than 5 am.

I can walk unassisted (no cane, no crutches) but it is a staggering, shuffling walk, not one that provides much locomotion. I have walked steadily all week in preparation for my return. My drive is almost a half mile up and back. It has been cold, wet and windy. I got over 4000 steps most days, so I am getting stronger. Lauren makes me clean stalls and water, too! She is a wicked taskmaster. I wish that was true. I am so slow she does three times the work I do in the same time. We have not had many riders out this week, but it doesn’t change what work we have.

We have had multiple other things going on as well, including:

Lauren has been working on a project to open an additional boarding facility about 20 miles south of here. She and her friend Libby having been drawing up plans, working financials and talking to potential boarders. They are learning a lot about real world economics and business planning. We will see if the project advances later this week.

In the same vein as my story with OTTB Bruno, one of our boarders obtained her dream horse a couple of years ago. And just like with Bruno, their path has been a hard one. How many of us have bought THAT horse that was the most beautiful, the most talented, perfect, but not necessarily the one for us? What a lesson we learn and what a tumble our heart takes. After two years of trying to make this horse be the RIGHT one for her, the boarder decided that she wanted this horse to find a new home pronto. I got busy with my contacts. It took longer than I would have thought to find this Prince the right kingdom. In the new year, everyone is struggling with finances, space, the weather or is off to Florida for the winter season.

I think we found a perfect home with Natalie. She rides the stallion Flagmount’s Freedom, whom we plan to breed to TeeDee and Fargo come spring. The family came down from Bryan/College Station on Saturday, but before they even glanced at the new horse, they wanted to see Feather who had been born and bred on their farm. I think they were pretty pleased to see the well-built mare who has taken Lauren so far.

As they drove away, my boarder and I discussed the excitement in Natalie’s eyes as she viewed the handsome black gelding for the first time. While giving up a dream, tears at one’s heart, I know my friend will be thrilled to see Natalie in the dressage ring showing off her fine boy! Bittersweet for sure.

I also have to mention that it was with great sorrow that I saw this post on Facebook. Stephanie, the breeder of my pretty filly Betty Sue, announced the passing of the filly’s sire, Special Edition GES, a junior GOV stallion (Sempatico x Nfinity). I do not know the details of his passing but at his young age it must have been something tragic and sudden. I know Stephanie must be reeling as this fine stallion was just starting a promising career. So many hopes and dreams gone in an instant. Sending out love and prayers to Stephanie and all at Golden Edge Sporthorses.

Letting Go-Getting Strong

Posted on January 8, 2015 by Exechorseluver

Today I watched my mare Kalani disappear around the bend in the road headed out to a new trial home. She may be back but I doubt it. Usually unless you really misrepresent a horse, they usually work their way into the buyer’s heart and stay where they have gone. I feel great about the perspective owner as well. Leeanna and her business partner Courtney, bought my Welsh pony, Mimi, a couple of years ago and have done very well her.

Leeanna told me today that when she first saw the picture of my four grandkids on Kalani, she wanted to tell me if I ever sold her she would interested in perhaps purchasing her.

My Kalina, the horse I just recently bought to be my horse after losing my horses Kool Kid and Bruno, was proving to be the most marketable of our six horses. With deep regret, I watched her drive away. I am sad but thrilled about the life she may have with Leeanna. We will see, we will see.

Part of the push to get a horse out of the barn, was the increasing awareness that Snowboy, the pony that has brought so many kids so far, is just tired, or ornery or something. While he has continued to perform relatively well for the kids over 12, for Jordyn, he has not been an easy ride. She is still trying to learn so many things, like how to post the trot, handle the reins, direct her ride and learn her gaits, Snowboy’s with his stops, jagged beginnings and overall disruptive behavior interrupts her learning.

Jordyn does not have a beginner horse to continue her education with safely. We are searching for a quiet, unflappable horse to let her focus on her riding instead of correcting the bad pony. Just a note, and I have said it before, Mickey came back to be Jordyn’s lesson horse yesterday. He was moving a out in a nice fluid trot and Jo was posting right along. From Jordyn’s lesson, Mickey went back in the ring with Alex to gallop and jump. He is a pretty cool guy!

I am upping my walking goal each day. I have made 5000 steps both yesterday and today. My daughter, Ally, was berating one of her friends that on crutches, I was out walking them. It is great to be out at the barn again. I swear Betty Sue has grown so much!

I will keeping moving along. I appreciate you reading along!

Kalina in her new pasture.