tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75928271148363605652024-03-14T04:26:50.491-04:00Miles On MilesSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08665170020323796310noreply@blogger.comBlogger167125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592827114836360565.post-89661544867851567242012-10-26T11:30:00.000-04:002012-10-26T11:30:13.403-04:00Oh, Hey! Hi! How's It Going?Ugh, I am a blogger fail. Seriously, I can't believe the last time I updated this space was in JULY. Fail Fail FAIL, all on me.<br />
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One of the major reasons for my fail is because I was working a job that was literally sucking the life and creativity out of me until about 3 weeks ago. It's hard to have anything left when it's all you can do to get through 8 to 10 hours every day. In some ways, it was an extremely rewarding position-I had a role in making a program strong and robust and everything I envisioned for it. In (many) other ways, it was incredibly sad to see those efforts be all for naught. Anyway. Long story short, I applied for and got a position with our local food bank 3 weeks ago, and I LOOOOVE it so far-seriously, since I was laid off a year ago, it finally feels like I'm doing what I want again.<br />
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Lo, I know that you don't care about my career:) You want to hear more about him!<br />
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And maybe her, my sweet Senior Chamie.<br />
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Just because I haven't been writing doesn't mean I don't have anything to write about (er, maybe that's debatable). This summer and fall I haven't ridden nearly as much as I need or want to-yet every time I do I have I ask myself why I'm not riding all the frigging time. Miles turned 12 on October 16th, and he's truly in his prime-he is the best kind of horse. The one who you can ride after he hasn't felt a saddle in 2 weeks and not need to lunge or anything-he is that horse. <br />
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Last night, we took a trail ride in 40 mph gusts of winds and he was up, yes-only because he was SO happy when I pointed him at the trail instead of the arena. To be clear, Miles' "up" these days is a shake of the head and sometimes a cute little passage-he just loves to explore. I could FEEL his disappointment when the trail turned to take us back to the barn-he wanted to keep going! I told Amanda, our trail buddy with her super mare Cody, that I will never get that beautiful, forward, bouncy walk in the arena. That is Miles' Dora the Explorer walk-if I had a trailer (and any kind of stamina of my own) I swear he would be the best endurance horse of them all. What can't an OTTB do?<br />
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Yes, it was about 90 degrees that day, but I'm so, so glad we did it, despite the low level heat exhaustion I and the other 7 participants were suffering by the end of the 4 hours. Kim and her partner set up about 12 different obstacles in the indoor and outdoor arenas-passing through giant flags, pool noodles and brush, walking over bridges, mattresses, rubber duckies, cut-up pieces of hose, crushed plastic bottles, working with giant balls and tarps, walking under wind-socks and various other colorful man-made materials, and of course crossing water.<br />
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Miles and Chamie are melting in 95 degree temps but want me to say "What's Up" for them. They are doing spectacularly for the most part. I've just been taking super-chill rides in the fields and on the trails with my best boy. It's been a very nice summer so far.<br />
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Hope to have something worth writing about (ahem, universe, no catastrophes please) soon. The most exciting thing around these parts lately is the fact that I've finally found a fly mask Miles can't remove in an hour. Unless you're Dave Barry, it's hard to make that stuff fun to read. I am no Dave Barry. Kisses to your ponies!Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08665170020323796310noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592827114836360565.post-14594130345921617372012-05-29T10:30:00.000-04:002012-05-29T11:18:42.495-04:00Wherein We Take To The TrailsWednesday I took both my kids out on the trails for the first time this year, and it was also the first time ever for Chamie since we have been reunited, although we used to trail ride all the time back in the day. I rode Miles, and my friend and fellow boarder Amanda rode Chamie.<br />
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It was a spectacular first outing. I hadn't ridden Miles in a week, and Chamie hadn't been ridden in over a month. The weather was perfect, and the horses were both lovely, with only a few shenanigans (all Miles, and tiny at that-a kick at a bug here, a throw of the head and a dance there). We trekked along for about a half hour. Longer would have been nice, but Chamie got sore at the end:( She was an eager beaver the whole ride, keeping up with Miles and stepping out just fine, with no prodding from Amanda. By the end of the ride, though, she was gimpy on her left front, with some minor swelling. We both felt really awful, but after buting that night she has been ok. The swelling is still there, and though it is minor, I no like. Boo.<br />
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I'm going to get the vet on the horn soon and ask about his recommendations for her. I don't expect her to be a regular riding horse, but I would love her to be able to do a trail ride every week or two (especially now that we know how great she is). Will injections help? Another supplement (doubtful, but you never know)? A bute regiment? Maybe nothing will make her trail sound. That would suck, but it would be ok. She is loving her life at pasture with Miles and Bliss, which is what is most important. Today she asserted her boss mare self with Bliss while I was scratching her ears in the pasture, keeping Bliss at a distance with her evil mare face. Not going to lie, it was cute, even if a wee inappropriate. Her personality has really started to shine since she's been out in a big field with her little herd-I think her defenses have finally come down and she has relaxed into her new life.<br />
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I know my old girl is happy. Now I want her to be as comfortable as possible as well, being able to walk as much of the 100 plus acres we have access to as she can. It was obvious to me she loved it-no balking, no jigging when turning home, just walking next to Miles, turning her head this way and that, with a soft expression of interest and confidence. It sucks when they get old:(<br />
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<i>T R O U B L E if they ever took on the town together.</i></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08665170020323796310noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592827114836360565.post-77482858017070814352012-05-20T21:23:00.000-04:002012-05-20T21:23:07.079-04:00I Has ExcusesMy posting has been...sporadic, to say the least. This is because on March 2, my grandmother passed away after suffering another stroke while she was in assisted living. She had such a hard year...it was neither unexpected, nor a relief. Anyway, she is at peace.<br />
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So, we had a graveside service, and a memorial service. Also, we're moving into her house. It's like, twice the size of our current house, with a beautiful yard for the dogs (she always took great pride in her yard). I feel incredibly lucky and blessed to be able to live in this house that was a second home to me growing up.<br />
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But, it's work. Oy, is it a lot of work. My grandma saved everything, as her generation was wont to do, and as my husband has the same habit, there is a TON of stuff to sort, sell, recycle, and throw out. It's a huge project. Not to mention, we have to get our house ready to sell *cue whimpering*.<br />
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All this to say, blogging is like, 20th in importance on my to-do list (although I TOTALLY love seeing how my readership is down every time I log on. Thanks Blogger! Awesome feature.). It will not always be so, but right now I just don't have the time or the inspiration, frankly.<br />
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I have been riding, and out to the barn at least 3 to 4 times a week. Not enough, but it's been keeping me sane. I've had some amazing rides on Miles, and Chamie is doing so, so well. She turned 27 on Cinco de Mayo, can you believe it?! I can't. She's got some grey, but she looks AMAZING. Totally shiny and fat (but not too fat!). She's also so, so happy, being out with Miles and Bliss, an Arab mare. She was so adorable today...after I turned her and Miles out, she stuck around for scratches and pettings, putting herself gently but firmly between Miles and me. When Miles gave up and sauntered off with Bliss, she stayed with me, for the first time since she came back to me. Love my old girl. What a gift to have a second chance with her.<br />
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I think my readership is tiny enough that I feel comfortable giving out my name, for those that would like to follow our adventures on Facebook-that's really where all my horsey updates are these days. Search for Sarah Szwejda, and find out how ridiculous I really am:) <br />
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PS-I'll Have Another? I don't care how controversial his trainer is. I want a triple crown winner in my lifetime already! Come on pretty red colt!Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08665170020323796310noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592827114836360565.post-36872153491988021602012-04-23T14:26:00.000-04:002012-04-23T14:26:14.026-04:00Spring Has Sprung...and so have my horses' hormones. There has been some pasture reshuffling at the barn due to horses leaving and grass coming in, and we decided to try Miles and Chamie in the same pasture. You know where this is going, right?<br />
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I wasn't there, but apparently it was consensual and the (3!) encounters were brief. Chamie's heat has since calmed down (oh thank God) and now they are just best buds. Am I a horrible horse owner for keeping them together, knowing it could happen again? Probably. Still, neither are worse for the wear, and of course they are both happy as clams. Chamie had been out with LaShore, and as much as I love that horse he did not love her. He kept biting her little bottom and I felt horrible for her. She has no such marks on her now. I even rode her last weekend and she was moving phenomenally (for Chamie). She called a couple of times but then settled and we did some brief work in both directions. I'm so happy she is ride-able! Chamie, maybe not so much:)<br />
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Yeah, good times:) There HAS been riding, though - not as much as I would like, but I try not to let a week go by without getting on Miles and doing our thing.<div style="font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; ">Yesterday was especially lovely. He's been so sweet and relaxed lately, but I hadn't ridden him outside yet. I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">reallllly</span> didn't feel like lunging him, so I looked that sweet boy in his big brown eyes and said, "I trust you." Then I led him over to the mounting block, got on, and we walked outside to the arena. </div><div style="font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; ">I had forgotten my crop, but it didn't matter. He was so wonderful with me, responding to a cluck and a nudge from my calves to turn it up a notch. I had him literally on the buckle in our trot warm up - his nose was stretched <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">alllllll</span> the way down, stretch stretch stretch, his back up, rhythmic one two one two pace for 2 full laps around the arena. Glorious.</div><div style="font-style: normal; "><br />Canter work...I literally only thought canter and BOOM, there it was, in all its balanced, effortless glory. You know how sometimes your horse gives you that sweet spot, to sit into them instead of on them? Yeah, that. We did a few circles, I took him over a pole on the ground (he left from a long spot when I asked him to), and we called it a day. He's still so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">wooly</span> and it's so hot I don't want to work him too much just yet. We finished by walking outside the arena, around the trees and in some fields. He was incredible - relaxed and yet interested, forward without a hint of "hot".</div><div style="font-style: normal; "><br />The next time someone tells me <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">OTTBs</span> are crazy I'm going to have to try harder than usual to refrain from laughing in their face. At 11 years old, Miles is now literally the perfect horse I would have created if such a thing were possible. I know not every day will be as amazing as yesterday, but I think there will be more and more as our relationship continues to grow. He loves to work and I love that he loves it. He doesn't need lunging most days (honestly, it's more for me than him at this point). He loves the lady ponies but could not be more respectful of them. He likes to play on the lead line <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">occasionally</span>, but it's because he is HAPPY, not because he's being a jerk.<br /><br />I had a dream the other night that I had to sell him. People kept telling me it's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ok</span>, you will find another horse you will love just as much. I woke up with tears in my eyes because no - he is like, The One. There will never be another Miles for me. It scares me to love an animal that much, because we know how fragile they are.<br /><br />It makes days like yesterday that much more special though, too. I know how lucky I am, blessed, all of it, to have this boy in my life. I hope he knows it. I hope I make him happy too.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Ack</span> with the mush! Ah well, it's been awhile since I've done an ode to Miles post:) </div><div style="font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; "><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Chamie</span> is also doing great - I don't mean to disappear her. She has been very sweet (especially in heat, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">arg</span>), but I haven't been working with her much at all, other than doing some walking exercises in the arena. She DOES get lots of love and cookies, and comes into the barn every single time I'm there for a good brush and hoof picking...she gets as much barn time as Miles. I broke down last week and had our farrier put shoes on her fronts and she is SO much more comfortable. Until we do x-rays we won't know what we're dealing with, but she was wearing her feet so unevenly and was SO uncomfortable I'm not going to let my bias for barefoot be responsible for her continued discomfort. She is 26 and deserves the best. She is walking and trotting SO much better now. I hope to bring her out on the trails next week.<br /><br />I hope you're all having tremendous fun with your horses as well. Happy weirdly, early, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">bizarrely</span> warm Spring!<br /></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08665170020323796310noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592827114836360565.post-62008580513267745262012-03-11T21:23:00.019-04:002012-03-14T14:50:04.927-04:00One MonthI know, I know. Sigh. How can so much happen in a whole month and yet nothing at all? Well, nothing I'm going to blog about, anyway. Oy, what a month.<br /><br />BUT! The weather is fricking AMAZING and things are looking up! OK, to be honest, the weather is bizarre and it totally freaks me out that the forcast for the next week is sunny and in the 70s every day. In. March. In. MICHIGAN. What up with that? End Times, that's what. Mosquitos the size of hummingbirds are right around the corner, true fact.<br /><br />All the sunshine has brought out Chamie's, ahem, amorous side (sigh, AGAIN. This is the 2nd heat she's had since November). It has also brought out my horrible punny side and desire to make my horses speak really awful lolcat.<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaWTuI5rJf2Ang7FdnhzLkr9feEpAKvXnuEcfkLZg0CdjhdkLSikqoPbJh4n64NMKqFagfwOkaW5Mnkw9ZEz2l8hASOm_QXPFom4kHQ5T5BCwBJDHuSLKg4OwgmDzz4F6ZWIKhqS5G-ATV/s1600/mileschamiemiles+looks+on.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718817947162228690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaWTuI5rJf2Ang7FdnhzLkr9feEpAKvXnuEcfkLZg0CdjhdkLSikqoPbJh4n64NMKqFagfwOkaW5Mnkw9ZEz2l8hASOm_QXPFom4kHQ5T5BCwBJDHuSLKg4OwgmDzz4F6ZWIKhqS5G-ATV/s400/mileschamiemiles+looks+on.jpg" /></a></p><br /><div align="center"><em>Brown Mare: "Pssst. Hey. Hey Big Guy. I has a seekrit."</em><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidKs43DpMkQV7HoI2hfVBNQ3FPbMj3n4RyRHctigSt98f1v2NUjge1zKGk0E279IGpUOX4okXEDoabpPqUlMOO_h_X4SlV8P2kc2mgDwgDeqTpbIthCHX2cR-Fz3pFCUUsnbXwlsxfss9l/s1600/mileschamiefirstcute.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718818788103760850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidKs43DpMkQV7HoI2hfVBNQ3FPbMj3n4RyRHctigSt98f1v2NUjge1zKGk0E279IGpUOX4okXEDoabpPqUlMOO_h_X4SlV8P2kc2mgDwgDeqTpbIthCHX2cR-Fz3pFCUUsnbXwlsxfss9l/s400/mileschamiefirstcute.jpg" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Brown Boy: OMG you're talking to me? For seryous?? </em><br /></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9fM7305JCLBENAC5c4cg8ejPGPdTHigaESTsbVgHhuxt709F90BMLeoOP_oP_Vz9L3ta2SBTJ5owLoS8mVPgUVqrLxDHi5Ixnm-VVa7jGjAkh8Apu2VSjlud3f0of_wAq_QC9A4rjYQ-z/s1600/mileschamiesecondcute.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718819468889016994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9fM7305JCLBENAC5c4cg8ejPGPdTHigaESTsbVgHhuxt709F90BMLeoOP_oP_Vz9L3ta2SBTJ5owLoS8mVPgUVqrLxDHi5Ixnm-VVa7jGjAkh8Apu2VSjlud3f0of_wAq_QC9A4rjYQ-z/s400/mileschamiesecondcute.jpg" /></a><br /></p><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Brown Boy: Waaaaiiiiit. Miles feels suspishus. U gon' pull a Lucy an' take mai futball away? I am a sensative boi with the deep feelings an' u hurts me wif ur squels an' kickey feets.</em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Brown Mare: Shaddup an' lissin. Comes closer. Looks deep into mines eyes.</em></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX3gfdWHLzUjgjcdrjCPvX0PahPb4C3KLo1wBqM8SQX0R4YVzWAs1vhs6k_8Kg3ppAua_p80NJVU54Gnlc7XoFhG9YCLok5bfWhKOpB53syOg3sE-Gl1_JVML_HiwtALjZMdc3LcFbeTlp/s1600/2012-03-11_15-32-02_376.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719821002809435218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX3gfdWHLzUjgjcdrjCPvX0PahPb4C3KLo1wBqM8SQX0R4YVzWAs1vhs6k_8Kg3ppAua_p80NJVU54Gnlc7XoFhG9YCLok5bfWhKOpB53syOg3sE-Gl1_JVML_HiwtALjZMdc3LcFbeTlp/s400/2012-03-11_15-32-02_376.jpg" /></a></p><br /><div align="center"><em>Brown Mare: I wants to haves ur behbehs. LOTS AND LOTSA BIG BROWN BEHBEHS!!!</em></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><em>Brown Boy: I don' think we're supposeda. Momz gits mad at meeee....</em></p><br /><p align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdVB1M75JmyGI6hwiaT150tRzL6apmt_9a7_nhWx4gLoanORbz5FfisUxMUgxTSHURadufaqJTYHp61bN17DP6u-Dc2wSiZuQHHa3T24nXng31_1XqILLLOONK-yRbokKPsA3jqfjBMkhm/s1600/chamiesexyface.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718817257258660978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdVB1M75JmyGI6hwiaT150tRzL6apmt_9a7_nhWx4gLoanORbz5FfisUxMUgxTSHURadufaqJTYHp61bN17DP6u-Dc2wSiZuQHHa3T24nXng31_1XqILLLOONK-yRbokKPsA3jqfjBMkhm/s400/chamiesexyface.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><em>Brown Mare: No? Howz abouts now? D'you like-a mai sexxyfayce? </em><br /><em>Brown Boy: Ur sexxyfayce skares me. Pleez stops.</em></p><br /><br /><p>Later that day....<br /><br /></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKESq5nSnZYXuBXIUAsDgHr4ega-3aQwYoLq4NNhsIBF-BKV9nu6Ww8orCxBOxUi1ehhAhb1zGkMh81yPo1Vss7RYKTG7vcnlIQrSjwCNh2JFWemvvz8_yT8KkF_qxAgDjBZWfENh2hGXl/s1600/milescody1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718819744108405698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKESq5nSnZYXuBXIUAsDgHr4ega-3aQwYoLq4NNhsIBF-BKV9nu6Ww8orCxBOxUi1ehhAhb1zGkMh81yPo1Vss7RYKTG7vcnlIQrSjwCNh2JFWemvvz8_yT8KkF_qxAgDjBZWfENh2hGXl/s400/milescody1.jpg" /></a><br /></p><br /><p align="center"><em>Brown Boy: Hullo Cody-girl, my luvs, you woodn't beleeve whut ol' brown mare said to Miles! </em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6hQgZxH4Bsv6D8tG91rOFPdyWfYE4hjwIVTtGGUQNHVktEQVxb6XONMubnScbOBoNYui7DxNLEcGkAMEzV1lnK0TWIcoF8nV786o6JkjeotHloDPooEWm_vZWMB4jZKzL-xYNJN6RD0qa/s1600/milescodybedroom+eyes.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718819956034359538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6hQgZxH4Bsv6D8tG91rOFPdyWfYE4hjwIVTtGGUQNHVktEQVxb6XONMubnScbOBoNYui7DxNLEcGkAMEzV1lnK0TWIcoF8nV786o6JkjeotHloDPooEWm_vZWMB4jZKzL-xYNJN6RD0qa/s400/milescodybedroom+eyes.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><em>Brown Boy: She wanna hav mai big brown behbehs!</em><br /><em>Cody: I will cut her. How do you feel about big dun behbehs?<br /></em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7OMt5jgEVc73IS7dyT-dg_ayu4bV0sUezVZkBuon-korCNN10XMMbEYDxedXPENXa-gWgPEXM6KSBlCmQ4dfeG8_UkybhkT5cLFdLsDQqbbfrsQpmUdl72TYqxLoIxaIIt_Q1JK16MoA-/s1600/handsome.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718816368733690866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7OMt5jgEVc73IS7dyT-dg_ayu4bV0sUezVZkBuon-korCNN10XMMbEYDxedXPENXa-gWgPEXM6KSBlCmQ4dfeG8_UkybhkT5cLFdLsDQqbbfrsQpmUdl72TYqxLoIxaIIt_Q1JK16MoA-/s400/handsome.jpg" /></a></p><br /><p align="center"><em>Wimminz iz crayzee. The cheez stands alone.</em></p>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08665170020323796310noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592827114836360565.post-8973668540272531632012-02-11T04:46:00.006-05:002012-02-11T06:10:56.245-05:00Neglected PoniesYep, mine. This past week has by FAR been the busiest of my life, work wise. The mere 2 days I had where I didn't work until at least 7:30 I was too exhausted to make it to the barn. I went Friday night (for the first time since Sunday-UNHEARD of!) and lavished my kiddos in guilty treats and mashes. Of course, Michigan decided to dump a snowstorm on us and I white-knuckled it all the way home for an hour in a trip that should take 25 minutes, but it was worth it.<div><br /></div><div>Miles is Miles. Alert, adorable, sound, underutilized. I did ride him last Sunday and he was a gem...that is, until a new boarder brought in his horse, a Saddlebred I believe, complete with chains on his front feet. Now, I try to keep an open mind, truly. The chains were LOUD though, and Mr. Saddlebred was UP. I did get about 15 minutes of under saddle work done before they came in, so I decided to hop off Miles as he was getting pretty agitated by the noise and the....energy, let's say, surrounding this horse. When the whips came out we exited the arena. In the interest of fairness, I will say I didn't see anything "untoward", but Miles wasn't having it, so we left. The last thing I need is for him to freak out about the indoor - especially because he was half asleep for our ride. I need to get off my butt and haul some jumps up to the indoor to liven things up for both of us for our rides this weekend.<br /><br /></div><div>Chamie is doing well. Our order for BL pellets just came today, so I'll be starting her on those. Unless I see a HUGE improvement in her comfort and movement (which is a lot to ask from an oral supplement, considering her age and issues), I'll be asking our vet about Adequan when he comes out to do Spring shots in April. I did a lot of research this week, and after the expensive loading dose, Adequan really isn't that much more expensive than an oral supplement to give her, especially if I can do the shots myself. We will see what the experts say.<br /><br />Tomorrow, assuming all is normal, Miles will get a proper ride (ohhh, the snow is so pretty now, it's beckoning!) and Chamie will get a good walk in. Have a lovely weekend everyone!<br /></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08665170020323796310noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592827114836360565.post-35485877393214542312012-02-01T23:01:00.004-05:002012-02-02T16:13:19.787-05:00Oh Hai!I will fully admit that while sitting here deciding what to write (because omg I had to write SOMETHING) I dozed off. I have been officially employed full time for 3 days, and y'all, I am SPENT.<br /><br />Granted, I did work a 12 hour day today, so there is some excuse. I LOVE my job so far though-I'm swamped already but not overwhelmed, and the work is exciting and challenging, and really unless someone is going to pay me a living wage for working with horses and dogs, it's everything I could ask for in a career. Still, other things are falling by the wayside-like blog time, both writing and reading not to mention commenting (oh, I know I'm losing readers by the day, but what can you do?), and pony time (that IS why I started blogging, after all).<br /><br />Boy and Girl are doing well. The weather here is freakishly warm-I'm not kidding, it's a more than a little worrisome to me. Do I love riding in 50 degree weather? Um, yeah, I'm not dead. Still, it's so bizarre for this time of year. I can't help but worry that this is all going to lead to an unbearably hot and BUGGY summer, and we all know how well Miles deals with bugs. I hope and pray this is not the case.<br /><br />Hey, unrelated item! (tired brain has no sense of writing continuity)-remember how I let Miles roll in the indoor ring and posted that cute video of him doing so? Yeah, NOW he thinks every time we step into the indoor ring he should be able to drop and roll. He actually tried doing so with my saddle on him the day after I took that video and I almost had a heart attack as I yanked on his lead. That's ALL I need is a saddle with a broken tree. I feel bad because he really does not like being blanketed and he IS itchy, but a time and a place and all that. Hopefully a couple nekkid days outside will help.<br /><br />Item! Ponies got their toesies trimmed last Friday. Mile's feet are frigging crazy good-he's got some great concavity going on and there is no question now he's staying barefoot. I may get my rock cruncher feet yet! He's moving like well-oiled machinery and I only wish I was utilizing that power under saddle more than twice a week. I try to also lunge him at least one time a week, but still I wish I was doing more. It's a damn shame to waste a sound, happy OTTB:) SPEAKING of...are you guys reading the <a href="http://www.retiredracehorsetraining.org/">Retired Racehorse Training Project</a>? If not, for shame! Go forth, read, and sin no more. Solidify is my favorite...I bet <span style="font-style:italic;">none</span> of you could guess that;)<br /><br />Chamie's feet are less great. She was sore after her trim (as my farrier warned she may be). He's great at what he does, very patient, and does corrective trimming very slowly, so if HE admits his work may make a horse slightly sore, it's for good reason. Her feet were just that bad, unfortunately-the first time he trimmed them he said he only saw feet like that on neglect cases. Yep. She's moving better now though. I'm not having her do more than walk "work" until Spring, and only leading her, no more lunge if it can be helped. I hope to start taking trail walks with her and Miles soon. I'm also painting her soles in Venice Turpentine, in case that helps...although it seems less of an issue now that the earth is made of soft sod and mud.<br /><br />Item! <a href="http://www.sweethorsesbreath.blogspot.com/">Laz's mom</a> is making super cool OTTB t-shirts. Because she rocks, and because her baby and Miles are kin, she sent me one. I love it and want another, because Lebowski has stolen mine. Go git your own <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/kokoshell">here</a>!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCKu1jXVZsYtz5-1PwFoOkvmpSuhoAww81rvvQhdTC17ocfAjyTYphS2TlNCE75TJJW__vxuDlDIX2_TAIWp7op_mnA_nSzBoy32R7MSvHKMSiAtnnpNSq-97ufvx4m5O4xHggLgGpgOXj/s1600/2012-02-01_20-53-31_311.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCKu1jXVZsYtz5-1PwFoOkvmpSuhoAww81rvvQhdTC17ocfAjyTYphS2TlNCE75TJJW__vxuDlDIX2_TAIWp7op_mnA_nSzBoy32R7MSvHKMSiAtnnpNSq-97ufvx4m5O4xHggLgGpgOXj/s400/2012-02-01_20-53-31_311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704647613237037010" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I sleeps like my momz and dreams of mai own poneee.</span><br /></div><br />And...there's my news. I know, snore (I also dozed off typing all this...I don't think that says much for my content). Even if I'm not commenting on your blog, I'm probably still reading it when I can. It's hard transitioning back into a grown-up. I comfort myself by dreaming of dollar bills-so many dollar billzzzzzzzzzzSnorezzzzzz........Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08665170020323796310noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592827114836360565.post-78204236569813301582012-01-22T16:34:00.007-05:002012-01-22T20:59:31.073-05:00The Ponies Will Not Have To Live In Some Hillbilly's Backyard After All...Because I am finally, officially employed! Three and a half months after being laid off, I've landed a Program Manager position for a great local non-profit. I'll be overseeing a program called Everyday Digital, which teaches adults from all walks of life basic computer skills (which are really life skills at this point). At the end of the class, the graduates are given computers donated by various groups. Pretty cool, right?<br /><br />It's a relief for a number of reasons, obviously. Selling my horses was never on the table, but I don't know if they could have stayed where they are for much longer, even with the help we got from my super understanding, generous parents. I'm very happy they will not have to move to some backyard outfit:)<br /> <br />It's also a relief because, well, being unemployed for this long has done a number on me, I'm not going to lie. While I've had more time to ride, work at the barn, write, etc, it sure didn't feel like a luxury and I couldn't really enjoy it with all the worries that being unemployed comes with. Not to mention, in those three and a half months, I've had four interviews and three second interviews, along with sending out customized resumes and cover letters (and filling out all those blasted online applications) every week. Lawd I'm glad that's over.<br /><br />While unemployement overall is decreasing across the US, my sector (non-profit or state jobs-basically anything that is publically funded) is not doing well at all-those jobs continue to decrease every month. Still, it's the place where all my professional experience lies, where I feel most comfortable, and, most importantly, where I feel valued and have the most to contribute. I can't feel passionate about working to make some shareholders somewhere that much richer; okay, I know there are many private companies out there doing wonderful, creative, important things, but I have no experience working for any of them, so this is my (I'm sure horribly) inaccurate perception. What I know is that I can feel good about working in the community, with people who benefit from my services, while actually making a difference. Extra bonus? I'll be working at a community center 6 blocks from my house, along with one of my dearest friends who was a coworker at my previous job. So, huzzah!<br /><br />Now for pony news! The kids are doing great. I'm thinking of switching Chamie from SmartFlex Senior to <a href="http://www.SmartPakEquine.com/bl-pellets-4195p.aspx">BL Pellets</a>...at this point I think she needs more pain relief than anything-her walk is still ok but she's obviously got some arthritic/navicular issues that are hurting her. The lack of movement in the pasture due to either mud or now frozen mud isn't helping her. I'm going to talk to my farrier about this as well, but in the meantime does anyone have experience with BL Pellets? I could also put her on a low dose of bute but I would prefer not to.<br /><br />I took Miles into the indoor ring yesterday for a quick lunge. My phone buzzed and when I fetched it out of my pocket, he took the opportunity to have a good roll, or five. He needed that relief after being blanketed for months now. Afterwards, he trotted and bucked and farted and galloped (all respectfully, if that's possible!) and basically had a great time finally being able to move out on the lunge after being stuck in one small space for too long. I know just how you feel, bubs.<br /><br /><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tcfJDf9EYKY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08665170020323796310noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592827114836360565.post-68901552044438707892012-01-07T23:30:00.004-05:002012-01-08T00:20:27.250-05:00Put A Fork In HerOK, that's a little extreme. Still, when it comes to my 26 year old mare Chamie, and her work on the lunge, even in the arena under saddle...today she told me that she's had enough.<br /><br />I worked her on the lunge today, the first time I've worked her at all since her pony session with Miles. She gave me an epiphany. Though I owned her from age 8 until she was about 16, she has endured a lifetime since.<br /><br />She didn't do anything crazy, and she moved as comfortably and soundly as I've seen her, which is great. Chamie just told me she is done with arena work. She listened to me, because she was taught to. She obeyed the lunge commands as she was trained to. Still, her heart is not in it. Yes, she is a mare, an old mare, in RAGING heat (!!), but that wasn't all of it. I think I've felt it ever since she came to the barn...her acquiescence, her obedience...but that's it...there is nothing else there. No passion, no heart, no drive to work. She cooperates because she has to, and because she was taught to. She is an old mare who has put in her time, one way or another. She is happy in her retirement, and I need to give that to her.<br /><br />That's not to say she is completely off the hook. She is as sound as ever, and I really want to take her out on the trails when Spring arrives, if not sooner, and show her a life outside of the barn and pasture that she loves so much. I have a distinct feeling that if Miles goes with her, she will be the best little trail horse ever...she better be, if I put my family members on her:)<br /><br />Miles continues to be my sweet, sensitive boy. I'm doing evening chores at the barn 4 times a week, and thus haven't been riding nearly as much as I should. Still, even yesterday when I rode Miles for the first time in longer than I care to admit, he went ca-razy on the lunge but was a total gentleman under saddle, even when my phone leaped out of my jacket pocket and onto the ground right next to him. In short, nothing has really changed, and even after days of neglect (ha!) he's still my Best Boy.<br /><br />The difference between Miles and Chamie is so...interesting. Miles never stops being engaged...I get Chamie's attention with treats (ok, this is also true with Miles to an extent). Chamie loves the barn, loves being around people and other horses and, of course, food. Miles love those things too, but he also loves working and going off on our own and exploring. Chamie has paid her dues...Miles doesn't understand what dues are. Does that make sense? <br /><br />In short...Miles needs more rides, and needs to work more than we are now, while Chamie is done with the arena. I need to get her on the trails soon to see if that is something she would enjoy and be reliable enough for my family to ride her as well.<br /><br />Also, Detroit Lions? You broke my husband's heart.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08665170020323796310noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592827114836360565.post-28426271554951432902012-01-01T00:46:00.004-05:002012-01-01T01:15:26.487-05:00In Gratitude2011, you haven't been super awesome, on many levels. Still, I'm so, so grateful...<br /><br />That I was able, through luck and the support of my amazing family, to bring my Chamie girl home. Her new environment has brought out her happiness, and I'm so glad she's no longer ignored, living in a stall all day...<br /><br />And that I continue to own the most incredible horse alive, my boy Miles, who loves to see me, who tucks his head into my arms like a dog, who forgives my mistakes, is more than patient and who, I know, sounds too good to be true. He really is ridiculous in the way that great horses are, though...they defy description. I still don't know how I ended up with one of the greats, though I suppose everyone feels that way about their heart horse.<br /><br />Happy 2012, my friends. I wish the world for all of us and our beautiful equines in the new year.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08665170020323796310noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592827114836360565.post-4375250632574785252011-12-26T02:41:00.010-05:002011-12-26T04:51:39.834-05:00Merry Merry HolidaysFrom Miles, Chamie, and me!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">We're leaving for the UP soon, but I had all Christmas day free before we had a lovely dinner at my parents, so naturally the ponies got a visit. Everyone is doing well, and Chamie seems no worse for the wear after her spill in the mud...a couple days of bute and she seems good as new, which is a relief.</div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">SPEAKING of mud, I know it's not cool to whine on Christmas (or shortly thereafter even), but it is SO bad right now you guys. Nothing has frozen yet, and the stuff will literally suck your boots off, no matter how tightly they're laced. Nevermind me-it's just an inconvenience. The thing I hate is that neither one of my horses want to go back to their pastures after I'm done working with them. Of course, the mud is the absolute worst near the gates, and thankfully both ponies have lots of pasture to get away from the mud if they want, but UGH, I HATE having to yell, pull, and beg them to walk up to the gate, let alone get in and turn around so I can take their halters off (this step is very necessary-soon I will write the post on how Chamie backed out of the gate when I got lazy and decided to take a jaunt right up to the highway. Almost killed me, not to mention her, dead). Anyway, kvetching over!</div><br />*mud you still suck ass freeze up already*<br /><br />Chamie got a good grooming in, some yummy mash to eat, and got turned back out. Nothing exciting there, but she was a happy girl. I neglected to take pictures of her because I'm a neglectful parent. Still, she's looking great, and has shed a few (needed) pounds and put on some muscle-very nice to see!<br /><br />I wish I had had more time today because I really wanted to ride Miles, but it was not to be. Still, he got in a good lunge in the outdoors, where he happily cantered and bucked before settling down into a cute springy trot. I'm loving that I can lunge him without a whip, and that he's moving so very well.<br /><br /><center><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZNw_W5VjOSeTdClw1M_p-9rOP39QVPMYfUuIJiXrEYWD8V3SkvWZNiDlC42-QWe6YhXUKcUSS7uwEd2KdJMqSO8XUoqAK1-ooFcbjuQ6doxSqdVZpD8wt9GspgwRps7gZNiptAeSJRlT4/s1600/2011-12-25_15-21-25_464.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZNw_W5VjOSeTdClw1M_p-9rOP39QVPMYfUuIJiXrEYWD8V3SkvWZNiDlC42-QWe6YhXUKcUSS7uwEd2KdJMqSO8XUoqAK1-ooFcbjuQ6doxSqdVZpD8wt9GspgwRps7gZNiptAeSJRlT4/s400/2011-12-25_15-21-25_464.jpg" border="0" alt="" s1600="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690343475103425810" /></a></center><br /><i><center>Miles, looking regal after his lunging shenanigans</center></i><br /><br /><center><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4rU0PUP1vS86aaTFxS4zDpb1O29I3yX9zmcacqER-IerSKqhB0O8LlWtsnCaauH-An26iWQZ2TPhCwd6uvu1oSLZYe5A1inLWpGCjr-CVgQssPmvMSCnbApah8LvGV-TjuCqpGaEgKwgR/s1600/2011-12-25_15-27-52_77.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4rU0PUP1vS86aaTFxS4zDpb1O29I3yX9zmcacqER-IerSKqhB0O8LlWtsnCaauH-An26iWQZ2TPhCwd6uvu1oSLZYe5A1inLWpGCjr-CVgQssPmvMSCnbApah8LvGV-TjuCqpGaEgKwgR/s400/2011-12-25_15-27-52_77.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690355586292045346" /></a></center><br /><i><center>Looking less regal and ready for treatings</center></i><br /><br />Finally, Miles and Cody, necking to R. Kelly's "Ignition" in the background. Super cute.<br /><br /><center><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0clNEvTzZYg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe></center><br /><br />Hope everyone had a lovely Holiday! Mwah from Miles and Chamie and the rest of our menagerie:) This year, especially the last few months, has not been easy. Still, I can't help but feel everything is just as it should be, and with some hard work things will fall into place just as they should. Kiss all your sweet ponies for me, everyone-even if I'm not reading or commenting like I used to, I'm so thankful for the equestrian community on the interwebs-have a fabulous New Year, every one of you.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08665170020323796310noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592827114836360565.post-50203722401455509952011-12-14T21:17:00.009-05:002011-12-14T22:34:23.479-05:00Chamie Goes Boom And Miles Is A PonyIt's raining. It has been raining. It will keep raining. So awesome.<div><br /></div><div>No, no it's not. The mud at the barn (which is not usually a muddy place in most areas) is approaching epic proportions this winter.</div><div></div>Today was especially fun because I got to feed all the horses in the evening. Even with everyone behaving themselves, I was wet and muddy and annoyed afterwards.<br /><br /><div>It wasn't always so! I got to the barn around 2 pm today in a pretty ok mood, considering I've just weathered the stomach flu and falling down the stairs and bruising my ass in places I never knew could be bruised. I hadn't been out since Sunday, and 2 days in a row of not seeing my ponies is kind of unheard of these days.</div><div><br /></div><div>Miles was more than his adorable self, cantering through the mud to see me. He was head to hoof disgusting in places not covered by his blanket, and a leeetle pushy, wanting to punish ME because his head was one giant piece of dried mud and he thought I should stand still so he could take care of the situation on my coat. </div><div><br /></div><div>Chamie was her normal cool, calm, colleted self, except when I went to pull her blanket off. One whole side was <span style="font-style:italic;">covered</span> in mud...not like she had rolled but like she had fallen. Great. Still, she was moving ok and all legs were cool and normal-sized. I decided today was the day we Pony.<br /><br />After figuring out how to get Chamie's leadrope from the saddle (we tried a couple variations, since I was NOT mounting with her attached to begin with), things went great. I learned that I never ride Miles one handed, since he had no flipping idea what I was doing with the reins at all. Thank god he was listening to my leg aids. I also learned Chamie was not going to be the grump in this situation (I totally thought she was going to revolt at some point being so close to Miles, particularly if he pulled his Hey Baby act). No, Miles was the one putting his ears back and snaking his head. WTF? I can't say he was a bad boy, because he never did anything more than that, but I was astounded that he objected to his lady friend next to him-especially because I know he is used to "being" ponied as a former racehorse. You just never know, do you?<br /><br />Anyway, I was ultimately really proud of them both, mainly because no one did anything dumb and they more or less listened to me. Unfortunately, even though I had her walking maybe 15 minutes, I noticed Chamie was bobbing her head and limping. Awesome.<br /><br />I got off, of course. I checked her all over and I *think* it's her left shoulder. It's definitely her left front something. Her leg still seemed cool and ok, but she flinched ever so slightly a couple of times when I ran my hand down that shoulder. Still, no heat anywhere. I gave her some bute and debated leaving her inside tonight, but she has always looked better with a little movement (no matter how little), so I'm hoping I don't get a call from the barn tomorrow morning saying she is 3 legged lame. Poor old girl. FU Mud!</div><br /><br />Nope, no pictures, not even one. I just had to put up some kind of post...semi-frequent blogging is a sickness. Someone should really look into it.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08665170020323796310noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592827114836360565.post-52439806370825528712011-12-06T11:14:00.002-05:002011-12-06T11:26:26.690-05:00So Much For Keeping Them HumbleWell, looky-loo what pretty mare and handsome hunk got <a href="http://offtrackthoroughbreds.com/2011/12/06/tb-blogger-takes-first-horse-home/">their very own story</a> on Susan Salk's <a href="http://offtrackthoroughbreds.com/">Off Track Thoroughbred blog</a>?<br /><br />Thank you Susan, for thinking our story is worthy of your great audience! I think Miles' head will now be too big for his bitless bridle, and Chamie may have an "I told you so" look in her eye when I see them later today. <br /><br />Seriously, I love Susan's blog because she finds the story behind every horse (usually an OTTB, so it's a big deal for Chamie to infiltrate the ranks:). And <span style="font-style: italic;">every</span> horse has a story. It is an honor to be featured!Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08665170020323796310noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592827114836360565.post-4565915913308607432011-12-04T19:58:00.005-05:002011-12-04T21:09:53.368-05:00Horse Slaughter...Here We GoFirst, Blogger is my enemy and if you have seen 5 different versions of this poorly written post, well...it's out to get me today, apparently. My apologies.<br /><br />Second, I want to thank <a href="http://spottyhorse.blogspot.com/">Jessica at Spotty Horse News</a> and <a href="http://retiredracehorseblog.wordpress.com/">Natalie at Retired Racehorse</a> for helping me organize my feelings and thoughts around this very ugly and complex issue. Most of this post was written in my comments to their posts. Go read these ladies if you're not already.<br /><br />Now, in regards to the issue, I am TIRED of hearing this was Obama's decision, and I am super disappointed in many rescue groups I follow on facebook that are laying this legislation in his lap. Whether you are a fan of our President or not, he isn't stupid, and to introduce "horse slaughter legislation" would be a <span style="font-style: italic;">very</span> stupid move, especially because he has stated outright that he is against this practice. The provision was thrown in there by Congress in a HUGE Ag bill, and Obama signed the bill to keep the USDA functioning. Even if he had vetoed the bill (which would be a disaster on way more levels than I care to get into right now), his veto would have been (rightly) overturned. It was a very sneaky move by certain representatives to throw this thing in there on a holiday weekend. OK, there's my one soapbox:)<br /><br />Politics aside, the other thing we need to look at are "breeding incentive" programs. I'll say it, the AQHA and other stock breed organizations are the worst offenders . There are SOOOO many crap Quarter Horses (and Paint Horses, and to a lesser extent Appaloosas...see a pattern?) being bred out there it's frigging ridiculous...these ranches that churn out hundreds of mediocre or worse foals every year, and then send their "culls" to auction as yearlings, barely handled with shit conformation, make me so angry. There is NO market for these horses...none.<br /><br /> The Thoroughbred industry also has some major soul searching to do. Thankfully, there are a ton of wonderful rescue organizations for OTTBs out there, and TBs as a general rule (though there are ALWAYS exceptions) are bred to win races, so they are athletic and often easy to transition into another riding discipline. Yes, I know this is not always the case, and there are many debates out there about how they are breeding horses with no hoof or whatever, but I've still found the majority of OTTBs as sound or sounder than other breeds, and they were bred to be ATHLETIC, so they can transition to almost any horse sport. Some of the mediocre stock horses being bred? I swear half of them look like they are going to fall on their face if you push them beyond a jog. Yes, I am fully aware my bias is showing right now.<br /><br />I understand there is a program out there where jockeys can contribute something like one dollar of their individual race winnings to Thoroughbred retirement organizations. Hey, while were at it, why don't we ask grooms to do the same, and exercise riders! ARE. YOU. KIDDING. ME. How about the frigging OWNERS and big time breeders pony up some cash for these animals that make them boatloads of money?! It would go a long way to rehabilitating the industry's image, that's for sure. And yes, I know there are very successful jockeys...but these athletes deserve every dollar they get for risking their lives in every race. It's time for the people with Real Money to do their part. I know some do...but it needs to be an industry wide standard.<br /><br />I don't know all the answers. If I really trusted this US to enforce humane methods to slaughter horses, I would say, ok, yes, it's MUCH preferable to forcing these horses to travel thousands of miles to Mexico or Canada to meet their (horrific) ends. However, I don't believe it's possible to slaughter horses humanely on a mass scale, or at least I haven't seen evidence of it. I wish we still had local rendering plants, that would come to your house, put a bullet in the horse's head while they are grazing, and haul the carcass away. Awful? Yes. Humane? YES. It is easy to get self-righteous and say anyone with a horse should have the resources to euthanize said horse humanely. The fact is, however, that horses are the ones that suffer regardless. Many people desperate for money will take old Dobbin to the auction with the hope of getting a couple hundred dollars for him, rather than PAY a vet to euthanize Dobbin for hundreds of dollars out of his pocket that he probably doesn't have. I'm not interested in judging Dobbin's owner...I'm interested in keeping Dobbin from suffering for days or weeks before he is ultimately killed. Perhaps free euthanasia services would give Dobbin's owner an out that is kind to this horse he is fond of or maybe even loves. We should support such efforts-though raising money to kill horses is a tough sell.<br /><br /> I know some organizations are running free or low cost gelding clinics, and I think that's a great start. We HAVE to stop some of these horses from existing in the first place.<br /><br />Finally, and perhaps most importantly, we need to look at this from a consumer health standpoint. I believe this is the most convincing argument against slaughter of all...most horses are SO not safe for consumption because of the drugs in their system, particularly TBs who have raced...they are almost guaranteed to have bute and steroids and who knows what else in their system. The same with so many older, unsound horses. Are we going to serve up possibly carcinogenic meat to people, or even carnivorous animals like our dogs or zoo animals? With all these things taken together (and notice not one of my arguments involve flowery language about how horses are noble creatures who have no business being on a dinner plate), HOW can we justify horse slaughter?<br /><br />Having said all that, this old girl is MY greatest argument against horse slaughter, in the US or anywhere.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEino8YrbWkkeITWsf1Wn21YKG95frpQDZ6CXmOkLwnk3SlO4uOFk3XQSmrjpkICNwwkKvI7CpFjHnW8tPSwM2CUVOWaFrYKeY8V9oWN36nUehM_BzNeUeaXQ4fxuRItb5kwaPeFyzbl50II/s1600/2011-12-03_14-40-08_799.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEino8YrbWkkeITWsf1Wn21YKG95frpQDZ6CXmOkLwnk3SlO4uOFk3XQSmrjpkICNwwkKvI7CpFjHnW8tPSwM2CUVOWaFrYKeY8V9oWN36nUehM_BzNeUeaXQ4fxuRItb5kwaPeFyzbl50II/s400/2011-12-03_14-40-08_799.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682455510781492018" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08665170020323796310noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592827114836360565.post-7178622856813828422011-12-03T00:08:00.004-05:002011-12-03T01:05:46.493-05:00A Ride In The Snow...and I hate that I didn't bring a camera.<br /><br />Miles was game, but not altogether trusting of the snow that kept falling off the buildings and trees as we rode. Still, the fact is he was waaaay more relaxed about the snow falling off the roof of the indoor arena than I was, hence our outside excursion. He was my rock as always...until after we turned back for home after a brief trail ride and he threw his head up and danced for a moment...dang if he doesn't want to explore way more than I'm ready to (at least by ourselves). Lo, that was it for shenanigans. If I was feeling braver, I would have said the hell with it and given him his head to canter back home. I'm learning slowly...he's a patient teacher. The footing seemed ok, but I still don't trust it.<br /><br />(For the record, I know horses should never be encouraged to run back to the barn. With any other horse I would agree, but Miles is always most forward moving away from the barn.)<br /><br />Anyway, it was a lovely day in the snow with my boy. The cold months don't seem so bad at all right now.<br /><br />Happy Winter everyone. Sigh, it's here. I can't be all that upset after rides like today though.<br /><br />(PS-Chamie is doing great, adjusting to 24/7 turnout with no problems at all. Stay tuned for a special write up on my ponies from one of my favorite bloggers:)Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08665170020323796310noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592827114836360565.post-6092128578735427112011-11-21T21:17:00.010-05:002011-11-21T22:05:25.848-05:00Novemberish MusingsI haven't been riding too much in the last week...a couple quick rides on Miles, which have been fine, though nothing of note-of course that boy always leaves a smile on my face, no matter what. He's been extra cute on the ground, just super affectionate and adorable, pushing his big 'ol head into my chest, leaving more slobber streaks than usual in my hair, the works...maybe he's rewarding me for the light work load:) Sorry bubs, that has more to do with hunters in the woods, crappy weather and rock-hard indoor arena surfaces than your bountiful charms. I think I'll let him take the credit though:)<br /><br />Or maybe he's showing off for a certain lady...or competing for treats and scratches, who can say? I've been working a lot with Miles and Chamie on the ground together, and I have no qualms about leading them together and ponying Chamie off of Miles when the time comes. They are really cute together and I'm so happy my kids don't just tolerate but really seem to enjoy each others' company. If they weren't such opposites on the hard-keeper/air-fern spectrum, they would be great turnout buddies.<br /><br />Miles is still doing well with the little Arab mare he is out with, but Chamie has a less than warm and fuzzy relationship with LaShore, Miles' old turnout buddy (they have a bromance for sure, and this is the only instance where I've EVER used that "word"). Don't get me wrong, they will graze together and there has been no naughtiness from either party-and I'm super grateful for that. Still, LaShore is "the boss", and Chamie is very cool towards him; I have to stop her from marching right out of the gate (because he wants treatings too!) when I bring her in. If he comes toward us, even innocently (at least it looks that way to this human), her ears go back and she gets out of town, or really wants to. Nevertheless, I know she is happy to be out with a horse at all, and she's got 2 sweet mares on one side of her pasture and Miles and the Arab mare on the other. LaShore really is a sweetheart, and he's not chasing her or being a jerk in any way-they can share the same hay pile and everything. I guess I'm just not used to seeing my girl at the bottom, lolz:) I'll get over it-I know horses don't take these things personally.<br /><br />Here, have some pictures:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0F3XgXk1YLL69BJ2eWQzXePUJI-rJs87fJJiLdgctsNbEGHj12bs-YuNGRBNHlzcLMegbx5CkWJhtFBam2i2o0EloifArhyphenhyphenxkuZI6abbPWdyNB80tu1CDGMTVOFQALgJLSMqnstjuuh-8/s1600/Chamie%252C+second+day+home%252C+November+2011.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 368px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0F3XgXk1YLL69BJ2eWQzXePUJI-rJs87fJJiLdgctsNbEGHj12bs-YuNGRBNHlzcLMegbx5CkWJhtFBam2i2o0EloifArhyphenhyphenxkuZI6abbPWdyNB80tu1CDGMTVOFQALgJLSMqnstjuuh-8/s400/Chamie%252C+second+day+home%252C+November+2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677642884615122002" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Chamie all bundled up. It's been chilly, but not COLD (by Michigan standards, of course). This day was in the 30's. I'm really trying to keep blanketing to a minimum though-she still goes in a stall at night as well.<br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2-wC2ZEVy17-dx4fIzGQ-iiuP1d2gwD6HqO0Ea32bv8B7PNje-_QiA8qL5m7YZvgNF7FLdQ7ldzawucB-7j3Ry80Kvm3ZD9w6d4DpFRv3OpWaUfoyDt-ktsy7nIHYeB-WXZImp2A7vGt1/s1600/Chamie+and+Miles%252C+first+turnout+together+November+2011.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2-wC2ZEVy17-dx4fIzGQ-iiuP1d2gwD6HqO0Ea32bv8B7PNje-_QiA8qL5m7YZvgNF7FLdQ7ldzawucB-7j3Ry80Kvm3ZD9w6d4DpFRv3OpWaUfoyDt-ktsy7nIHYeB-WXZImp2A7vGt1/s400/Chamie+and+Miles%252C+first+turnout+together+November+2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677643470832960962" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">First turnout together! In the outdoor arena-of course, Chamie just wanted to go to town on whatever pathetic grass she could get her chompers on. Miles relented, after much spinning and running and showing off-when she barely raised an eyebrow, he sighed, lowered his head, and followed suit. It was pretty hilarious.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmnkRJtxGFM4o49IbT1lMaCfyu0BIQJD8_U7KUQ0KbtGW25rdlzeWZaBHif1Jnb3h8P4jSKzGQg6jdsQU4nSbdyy3bbPvk-TNHEgbF-2eGeT7zZDZ_8oatkXtFCNSTmBrh2kDjNxpDe6vg/s1600/Camera+November+2011+024.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmnkRJtxGFM4o49IbT1lMaCfyu0BIQJD8_U7KUQ0KbtGW25rdlzeWZaBHif1Jnb3h8P4jSKzGQg6jdsQU4nSbdyy3bbPvk-TNHEgbF-2eGeT7zZDZ_8oatkXtFCNSTmBrh2kDjNxpDe6vg/s400/Camera+November+2011+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677644473915285074" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Cute Butts!!</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnkGg65oilLTsU88m5aGrSNZfAyV8o11WIQdb1vcXrtsrospcqtL28kTpNM7Yb4JJuXKYno-tfmK6eVeY_Mb2f5ilOV1EwMn8OfsdLDYL4iTtdFU2LVcuvD8SnMPqVMDhDFxXzNJYhdd4n/s1600/Camera+November+2011+014.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnkGg65oilLTsU88m5aGrSNZfAyV8o11WIQdb1vcXrtsrospcqtL28kTpNM7Yb4JJuXKYno-tfmK6eVeY_Mb2f5ilOV1EwMn8OfsdLDYL4iTtdFU2LVcuvD8SnMPqVMDhDFxXzNJYhdd4n/s400/Camera+November+2011+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677645025969437074" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">More Butts!! I don't know what stance she is doing here-no fluids were forthcoming.<br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYE-f4O1uZ93q8O2vZLCFyNONZ9gmTPD07yuyHh55sSg4Xu5-0_3gXrnrsvIismW2SgM78hFMHxJadJIHqCPtvuOG5esNLDCRmgDyGmpFJMYLeiOqYfCtyh-20T7M6Gclv_Fmoav4fCMUF/s1600/Camera+November+2011+025.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYE-f4O1uZ93q8O2vZLCFyNONZ9gmTPD07yuyHh55sSg4Xu5-0_3gXrnrsvIismW2SgM78hFMHxJadJIHqCPtvuOG5esNLDCRmgDyGmpFJMYLeiOqYfCtyh-20T7M6Gclv_Fmoav4fCMUF/s400/Camera+November+2011+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677645513867521810" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Not the most exciting picture of my boy, but look how BEEFY he is!!! His belly is actually round! And that butt! At this point I'm thinking I may be overly concerned with my horse's bum...and don't even get me started on how gorgeous his coat is. My big, black fake-stud gentleman:)</span><br /></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08665170020323796310noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592827114836360565.post-76440123742716453542011-11-15T23:33:00.008-05:002011-11-17T00:23:24.048-05:00Check Up On Your Old Horse DayYep, I'm making this a thing.<br /><br />This whole experience with Chamie has taught me so much and given me hours of "what-ifs" to think about.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">First of all, as an aside, I've found I don't have an old, sweet pasture pet. I have an old, sweet, getting stronger and sounder by the day mare who still remembers all her aids and gave me a flawless walk-canter transition under saddle on Sunday. The smile on my face didn't leave until my cheeks hurt. She was moving so well on our first ride since she came home I thought, what the hell, let's see if she will do it. She moved out like a dream. I have witnesses, y'all!<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Regardless, even if I didn't feel comfortable riding her ever again, I'm so, so glad she's home. She's so frigging happy, you guys-she came cantering to see me at the gate yesterday. Her eyes are bright and she's been moving OUT on the lunge. I found her trot (as opposed to her western shuffle or wev it was she was doing at the old barn). This is after a week of all day turnout...such a difference.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">She's actually out with LaShore, Miles' best bud-they are both easy keepers and it makes sense while the grass is still out. Miles is with another little arab mare(!) on a much larger, lusher pasture right next door to Chamie and LaShore so he can continue to keep his fine-ass round figure. If you had told me my fake stud could go out with a mare even 6 months ago I would have called you nutty. He truly has become a different horse. A gentleman, you might say.</span><br /><br />Digressing over! The real reason I wanted to write this post is because I want to encourage you, since you're reading this, to follow up on an old horse that has made you the equestrian you are today. It doesn't have to be a horse you owned-maybe one you leased or rode in lessons or even just hacked out with casually. A horse that gave you SOMETHING-a horse that touched your life. A horse you have lost touch with. I want you to follow up on them even if you are in no position to take said horse IF such a solution is needed.<br /><br />If I hadn't kept tabs on Chamie, I don't know that she wouldn't have been put down...in her condition, it actually would not have been the worst thing, either. The thing is, even if I couldn't have taken her, I would had done my damnedest to network and find a home for her, even temporarily. I have enough connections in the community I'm pretty sure I could have found a place.<br /><br />I wish her barn owners had told me years ago (or whenever shit started to go downhill as far as her care) that she was rotting in a stall all day, every day, even if her owner wouldn't relinquish her just then. I would have gone out at least once or twice a week to groom her, walk her, pay for basic hoof trimmings. I wish I had followed up when they didn't respond to my email a little less than a year ago. I wish I had gone to see her once a year (I always did have a standing invite to do so). I wish I wish I wish.<br /><br />So, again, I want to challenge all of you to do so. Shoot an email, make a phone call. Make sure the horse that carted you around and taught you how to ride is ok. Make sure that horse that won you your first blue ribbon isn't being neglected. EVEN if you are in no position to do anything financially to help if, god forbid, things are not as they should be. The horse world is filled with caring souls, and most of us are on the interwebs. At the very least, you can do what I would have done had I known, yet not been able to buy Chamie back; visit the horse, give attention and love, and give BACK to these horses that have given us so much. Let the owner know you are HERE, and you care. Even if, hopefully, everything is fine now, it can make all the difference down the road.<br /><br />I know it's scary. We don't want to know things are not as they should be. It hurts LIKE HELL to find out things are not right. I realize I may sound a little self-righteous writing this..."Lookit me, I saved my old horse, now YOU all do it too!" Please believe me when I say that this has nothing to do with me. One of the things I can't get out of my head are all the other Chamies out there....in far worse condition than she was. Almost every horse (well, ok, the lucky ones) has a person who loved them, learned from them, cared for them, bonded with them. While it shouldn't be up to that person to rescue or help such a horse they haven't seen in years, sometimes there IS no one else.<br /><br />I'm willing to bet that if you do follow up with your special horse, things are just as they should be-maybe the horse is still in light work, or retired properly, or was given a dignified death; that piece of mind is worth everything. If things are not as they should be? You can always do SOMETHING, however small, to help.<br /><br />Do it. Do it soon. There is no way you will regret it.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEick6ilUfNtpPP_-9HCA8hvzenwejzGp6Hkzdcbp00rXVfb81KsAPMQMDoXXOKV-qd3c-6f9K7FQcjl5VY1o1ra_UiYE80VSOGqcNrRDD_BwAJwdL7P93Kv2SnqbdyNJTf52I20uazF3qoL/s1600/chammass.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEick6ilUfNtpPP_-9HCA8hvzenwejzGp6Hkzdcbp00rXVfb81KsAPMQMDoXXOKV-qd3c-6f9K7FQcjl5VY1o1ra_UiYE80VSOGqcNrRDD_BwAJwdL7P93Kv2SnqbdyNJTf52I20uazF3qoL/s400/chammass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675459920287242514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Weeks before Chamie said Peace Out to her old life. I don't see this sad face anymore.<br /></span></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08665170020323796310noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592827114836360565.post-37286249824982527812011-11-11T01:08:00.002-05:002011-11-11T01:43:00.516-05:00Follow The LeaderHaving my two kids, Chamie and Miles, in one barn FINALLY has been so fabulous. Excepting her third night home, when she tried to kill herself by choking on her dry alfalfa cubes (which I had given to her 20 times previously with no issues), Cham has settled in fabulously, and she looks to be healthy and happy.<br /><br />Two days ago I decided to try leading my two beasts together in hopes that I can start ponying Chamie off Miles during our warm ups and cool downs. I still haven't ridden her since she's been home, but I will-the weather has not exactly been cooperative (SNOW today, cripes). Anyway, it went really well. Miles is interested in her of course, but not disrespectful. When he gets a little too close or lags behind (totally NOT intentional, I'm sure, har har) to sniff her butt, a squeal from Cham and a good tug from me sets him straight. We walked all over the farm and I let them graze side by side, and they were perfect.<br /><br />Yesterday, the wind was insane, so Miles was quite up and decided to act a fool on a couple of occasions-still, he was kind enough to spook or freak out away from us, which is exactly what he needs to do to keep everyone safe, so I was super proud of him. I'm hoping to try ponying in the next week or so. I found Chamie ties well to the area wall while I work with Miles. My studly thoroughbred, on the other hand? Not a fan. Oh well-something to work on in these dark frigid days. In the Spring, I'm hopeful I can take both my horses down the trail-I think it will give Miles and I both a lot of confidence to have a steady eddy along with us.<br /><br />In craptastic weather news, I broke down and blanketed both my kids today as it's going to be cold cold cold until Saturday or so. Sigh. Welcome to winter.<br /><br />No pictures, because I suck. Miles really is ridiculously handsome these days though. He weighs more than he has since I adopted him 2 years ago (one of his girths has stopped fitting!). His coat is black and beautiful. He's moving wonderfully, and I will continue to give all my love to SmartPak's SmartFlex Senior which I think has made a huge difference-Chamie is on it now as well. My farrier is encouraging me to consider shoes for him in the Spring, since he doesn't have a lot of concavity in his feet. Still, I think the Durasole helps, and unless I ride him on gravel he moves wonderfully...I don't know. We will see. I know his feet aren't perfect, but they don't crack, aren't shelly, and his heels and frogs look great. Maybe I'll post some pictures soon to get some opinions.<br /><br />So, there's my not so exciting update for November. I'm waiting to hear on a job that I had 2 interviews for and I really, really want, so I'm trying to enjoy these days with my ponies while I can. Optimism rules! :)Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08665170020323796310noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592827114836360565.post-9439889965131775902011-11-05T01:35:00.008-04:002011-11-05T01:59:15.560-04:00Home.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPFTW4wiidA1_0WnM8fqAMMpeisblNkdURgX1Rj1PqEpZSpgfiEi08oTb_1LZnTbiDVzHpXBq1k4cK65UGB5iGH1RDMxvsijdE8zHoiOb1UA_bKE3hqmcphGnKtJB16VuHMcV_0maq-jXc/s1600/chamie+head+turn.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPFTW4wiidA1_0WnM8fqAMMpeisblNkdURgX1Rj1PqEpZSpgfiEi08oTb_1LZnTbiDVzHpXBq1k4cK65UGB5iGH1RDMxvsijdE8zHoiOb1UA_bKE3hqmcphGnKtJB16VuHMcV_0maq-jXc/s400/chamie+head+turn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671382009477334370" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">My girl is home.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV1Q08JwcZC_BkyFuOUJLrY5YeC40RuBKQZCPKhYlnEc5jmto-F1BR8u5EfzgAVeTRUQ-JkzeflS8ZVLwASp8kj5oXS1A_27-084XOkIdenS9QZBsw3Pcgh7TWFntSh30IED1hW7tvOfrE/s1600/chamie+head.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV1Q08JwcZC_BkyFuOUJLrY5YeC40RuBKQZCPKhYlnEc5jmto-F1BR8u5EfzgAVeTRUQ-JkzeflS8ZVLwASp8kj5oXS1A_27-084XOkIdenS9QZBsw3Pcgh7TWFntSh30IED1hW7tvOfrE/s400/chamie+head.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671382189051893458" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I don't know that I'll ever be able to capture words on screen, or in speech, how awesome today was. From her effortless loading on the trailer (despite her obvious terror...she was shaking when we got her off), to her walking around her new digs, taking a big sigh, and dropping her head. She's already so much happier.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_gYenMmf___jEpnvUyvdc3hOurauJc-GUaVOjpU4uiEt7Q86qpVuPTyibDmJLaGmY2wVxIvVAxEojmD7C3oZkqZlkt0ZM13jKlb_3qyC8WhJfA2_AytWvCtqe01wEjgyiXOqL-HM6zlej/s1600/chamie+graze.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_gYenMmf___jEpnvUyvdc3hOurauJc-GUaVOjpU4uiEt7Q86qpVuPTyibDmJLaGmY2wVxIvVAxEojmD7C3oZkqZlkt0ZM13jKlb_3qyC8WhJfA2_AytWvCtqe01wEjgyiXOqL-HM6zlej/s400/chamie+graze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671382780786821922" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Tiny background Miles looks on forlornly.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi11BJUcYOm6tfSxaVVtXaljHfEVIS_x24MWwt0Tkv5xZmYcvXCPVz8_bJ5wE6jnehEy0scF-y9-oCgXkbW-TSKiyrgh2QuZjVDwXdZQHfZ0_rt7YGwbc_SsvajS_NYCu-8BjJiUa1P1nSC/s1600/chamie+miles.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi11BJUcYOm6tfSxaVVtXaljHfEVIS_x24MWwt0Tkv5xZmYcvXCPVz8_bJ5wE6jnehEy0scF-y9-oCgXkbW-TSKiyrgh2QuZjVDwXdZQHfZ0_rt7YGwbc_SsvajS_NYCu-8BjJiUa1P1nSC/s400/chamie+miles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671382609743031154" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">My Chirrins are together, finally. She is willing to put up with him if there is food involved. He, as predicted, is fascinated with the older laydee.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">What an amazing first day. I turned her out in a small individual pasture for a couple hours after walking around the farm and walking the perimeter of the fence. She paid no attention once she realized she was out and she could graze-I don't think she's grazed off lead in a very, very long time. When I came back, I walked her all over the outdoor and indoor arenas (with all the scary fun-house mirrors) and she was alert but so sweet and trusting. She was looking to me more than ever in this new place for guidance. I left her in her 12 x 14 foot stall (with an awesome window to stick her head out into the aisle and see the other ponies) with a flake of hay, and she seemed just fine. I know she would have rather been outside, but she needs to work up to all day grazing, even with the grass as sparse as it is. Even so, she will be out most of the day tomorrow, I'm pretty sure.<br /><br />Welcome home, girl. I'm sorry it took so long. <br /></div></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08665170020323796310noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592827114836360565.post-72563250379136324482011-11-02T19:29:00.004-04:002011-11-03T13:17:45.813-04:00Sweet BeastI haven't been posting much, and it's really because I've settled into a nice rhythm with my horses. Traveling between 2 barns 25 minutes apart will take up a huge chunk of time, especially when you spend 2 hours at one barn and an hour at the other. Throw 2 dog-walking sessions in there and you have my typical day. I'm not going to lie, it's pretty marvelous.<br /><br />I will admit though, I have totally slacked on riding Miles until the last 2 days. For some reason, he has decided it's SUPER FUN to roll in wet mud right before I get to the barn. Literally, he has been head to hoof stinktastic. I resorted to hosing him off yesterday (in November!) because he was just <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> bad, and the weather was a balmy 60 something with sun so I knew he wouldn't be too uncomfortable as long as I threw his cooler on after a good squeegee.<br /><br />Anyway, today was the most fabulous ride we've had in quite some time. My attentions have been so divided with Chamie that I had forgotten how amazing my boy is at just about anything I ask him to do. I took him on a loooong trail ride today with 2 awesome ladies from my barn-we have such a great group of boarders right now! Afterward, there was just enough juice left in our tank to hop over a few cross-rails....here's a link:<br /><a href="https://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=2253436536456"><br />https://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=2253436536456</a><br /><br />Honestly, though, the trail ride was my favorite part. He really, really loves getting out. It's nerve-wracking for me, because I wouldn't say he's relaxed during these rides...his head is constantly turning this way and that, and today he had a few spook-and-scoot episodes, which were really no big deal. He's not a dead-head, which is of course good, but he has an electricity running through his body that is so visceral, I'd have to be dead not to feel it. It's exciting and thrilling, and it's obvious he is having So. Much. Fun. I feel that too:) He's a bold boy and marches right along-woe to those who hold him back. He's in tune to everything around him, from the horses to the wind and reacts in kind, which can be scary. I think I'm learning, though, that his "reactions", such as they are, are nothing I can't sit, and he's not going to bolt or buck or even pull one of those horrid sideways-spooks that leaves you behind.<br /><br />What I'm trying to say is, he's the best. I just have to be a good enough rider not to hold his natural self back.<br /><br />In Chamie news, my old girl is coming home on Friday! It feels like Christmas is right around the corner.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08665170020323796310noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592827114836360565.post-7958050611418904432011-10-24T00:40:00.005-04:002011-10-24T02:01:40.600-04:00Why I Should Never Have *Actual* ChildrenSo, in all the excitement with Chamie, I've missed a certain gorgeous, lovely, perfect Thoroughbred's birthday. Cripes, it's like 16 Candles up in here. Or more precisely, 11. His sister is getting all the love and he's getting left behind with Long Duck Dong. Or something.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs1aefUWHd54SM_2oXoL84E-F-saYalFfXArbAOqFohNPcK4BLEtFecd5oTxtjQ_SyxHBIZXZ5o0kGEhArkw6gSl7m4G4IiTWLPIbkyfIqELl5TQnZRTRwqZN8dCS0YQpyZIGFwcqTMMmk/s1600/angry+miles.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs1aefUWHd54SM_2oXoL84E-F-saYalFfXArbAOqFohNPcK4BLEtFecd5oTxtjQ_SyxHBIZXZ5o0kGEhArkw6gSl7m4G4IiTWLPIbkyfIqELl5TQnZRTRwqZN8dCS0YQpyZIGFwcqTMMmk/s400/angry+miles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666915668431236130" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Mom, you don't even have a recent picture of me. What the FRICK?</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I had such a lovely ride with him today. He was soft, supple, forward...we got our leads in both directions. We jumped a cross rail in both directions, and he enjoys it so much. I know my boy, and after a brief warm-up, we jump that little jump, and he's suddenly in front of my leg and happy to work. He will do anything I ask, but some things he likes better than others.<br /><br />Bubs, you are my Dream Horse. You are going to love your sister (SISTER! Don't get pervy with her you fake stud!). Thank her, because she made me the rider and horse woman I am today. I love you so much-I can't believe you are already 11 and I've had you for over 2 years. They have been the best 2 years of my life, and I can't wait to experience the next 20 with you. Kisses, bubs...I will spend the rest of our lives together trying to make you as happy as you've made me.<br /></div></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08665170020323796310noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592827114836360565.post-23458337504579069172011-10-22T19:33:00.014-04:002011-10-22T20:53:43.407-04:00What Does a Dollar Buy?<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh39Oc75pPhtyOVbjGm5xAnqbPh3opLccbnwEVGXgWrcHTHobfkzBr13qaozTwKeyCg4PF-voC6Ot5_a5Nek2hbY4ZPNn2vSDVNbacR96u6pBw_UUfa6dSYMW_NFevW_pHoMoFGTGd2DYWb/s1600/dollar.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh39Oc75pPhtyOVbjGm5xAnqbPh3opLccbnwEVGXgWrcHTHobfkzBr13qaozTwKeyCg4PF-voC6Ot5_a5Nek2hbY4ZPNn2vSDVNbacR96u6pBw_UUfa6dSYMW_NFevW_pHoMoFGTGd2DYWb/s400/dollar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666465556014573794" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">What does this buy?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">How about...<br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi11gdIdngOSZ40aG-L6bnvExNrdm1_wk5U9WZzmlYdf0ItZ_4d0Z8VqZVW6AyOARW1Kuh20gKRpoNcFl5ia98vS0PsxVsAw59onzjTdLP1e3ha9dnTskCv0y0o_5HXztrExcQlZ0hxz4rN/s1600/chamie2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi11gdIdngOSZ40aG-L6bnvExNrdm1_wk5U9WZzmlYdf0ItZ_4d0Z8VqZVW6AyOARW1Kuh20gKRpoNcFl5ia98vS0PsxVsAw59onzjTdLP1e3ha9dnTskCv0y0o_5HXztrExcQlZ0hxz4rN/s400/chamie2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666468459574732978" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhc3Ob4YXEyI1TdvLzRJ-OyxOYRT7xZY5qXal32G98RUro-IhhT9Riwa2Ypm2G0ikLsK_bVDuHrDzplyXAA2HNtvhefGDZ-fbHpgav2wzCkJezYvUvBSrpwhi92V6qeQrlJGNE5l53DZUw/s1600/chamie3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhc3Ob4YXEyI1TdvLzRJ-OyxOYRT7xZY5qXal32G98RUro-IhhT9Riwa2Ypm2G0ikLsK_bVDuHrDzplyXAA2HNtvhefGDZ-fbHpgav2wzCkJezYvUvBSrpwhi92V6qeQrlJGNE5l53DZUw/s400/chamie3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666468717854847666" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">or...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXI_OWMFANGxN5tfkVzdbPL-dyzIJLudQRRLSQKK9wD9LJnZOtsz7sGeTKC4AnSkwGE_yCBBGQ3i3kLDhwn9EPhOHBAmmsCce3hINK0_-z7CaFnM2QSfixfsUKpeQom4zyRUZ4jzPMhOkm/s1600/chamie4.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXI_OWMFANGxN5tfkVzdbPL-dyzIJLudQRRLSQKK9wD9LJnZOtsz7sGeTKC4AnSkwGE_yCBBGQ3i3kLDhwn9EPhOHBAmmsCce3hINK0_-z7CaFnM2QSfixfsUKpeQom4zyRUZ4jzPMhOkm/s400/chamie4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666470019305588578" border="0" /></a> <br /><br />or how about this cutie?<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigkR4QjH8gxYnWB2qsHN9pq2djPKPaOY2UBtPuHjpsQpT8l92yMxIh-sBkGmwFIU0YFMAl8jq1lhQZYGQQLHQjPwUsROhxH1wTAZIaWshSlchzTG2d0Kva6Ve_14Sd6xs1kfIh4Q60K3RP/s1600/chamie1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigkR4QjH8gxYnWB2qsHN9pq2djPKPaOY2UBtPuHjpsQpT8l92yMxIh-sBkGmwFIU0YFMAl8jq1lhQZYGQQLHQjPwUsROhxH1wTAZIaWshSlchzTG2d0Kva6Ve_14Sd6xs1kfIh4Q60K3RP/s400/chamie1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666470372076947730" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div></div><br />If this doesn't sell you, I saddled up <span style="font-style: italic;">my </span>(!) 26 year old mare, put Cavallo Simple Boots on her front feet, and rode my girl for the first time in about 10 years. 20 minutes of walking, circles, and serpentines, and about 30 seconds of jogging...the most sit-able trot I've ever felt. After good supplements, months of turnout, and *very* light work, I think I'm going to have a very nice trail horse on my hands. I couldn't believe, after all these years, how soft and responsive she was, moving her ribcage over when I asked, bending, and did I mention <span style="font-style: italic;">responsive</span>.<br /><br />I'm pretty sure I just got the deal of a lifetime, and that was the best dollar I ever spent. Especially because her barn (whom her scum owner signed her over to) donated that dollar back to her care. That's one dollar bill that won't be spent. Everyone should have a Chamie in their lives. I'm someone lucky enough to have her twice, and she's not going anywhere ever again without me.<br /><br />I've won the horse lottery, you guys. My dream thoroughbred and my angel, saintly first horse...pinch me. Hard.<br /><br /></div><br /></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08665170020323796310noreply@blogger.com13