Wednesday, February 20, 2013

The Journey

I've been on a journey and I didn't know where it was going to lead me.  I've tried to make this Post as brief as I could, but it's been quite a journey and there just isn't any other way to describe it but as I've done below. 

So get comfy and join me.

Last summer when Bob didn't have a pasture buddy and I didn't have a horse to ride, I came up with a crazy idea.  I didn't have the cash to buy a horse but I did offer a good home.  I put a call out to my equine friends asking them to keep their ears open for a novice/intermediate horse that might need a good home more than the cash of a purchase.

Summer passed.  I forgot all about my big idea as Bob and I adapted to our situations.  So I was surprised last fall when a text message lit up my phone with the words, "Are you still looking for a horse?"

I didn't recognize the number and by nature hesitated in responding.  Bob and I had gotten so close, was I still looking for another horse?  I saw Bob out in the pasture watching the neighbor's horses and knew I couldn't replace his need for a pasture buddy.  Plus I missed riding.

I replied, "Yes."  Sent the text and followed up with, "Who is this?"  I received an immediate response, "This is your Vet.  I may have a horse for you.  Sending picture, call you later."

This picture arrived of an Appaloosa gelding.  Later that day my Vet called to tell me the horse belonged to a young boy and had been trained for Western Pleasure.  But the boy had decided to change disciplines to Dressage.  They had moved to a new barn and after a period of time the horse became sore, prompting a call for the Vet.

Diagnosis was that this stock horse, used to being compressed for Western Pleasure wasn't cut out for the stretch of Dressage.  Changing disciplines had pulled muscles and now required some re-hab time.  The Vet believed the owners would be seeking a different horse for their son and might consider giving the Appy to a good home.  Was I interested?

Yes.  I was interested.

A few days later the owner called and we discussed our horse situation and goals.  The following weekend my family and I took a road trip to their barn.  Meeting the horse impacted all three of us the same way.  He was just incredible and memories of Champ, the horse who prompted me to start this Blog years ago, flooded back to all of us. 

The owner explained that they were still in the process of determining the extent of the re-hab program.  We left with the understanding that we would wait for additional tests to be completed on the horse and in the meantime I would send them pictures of our home and they'd arrange a visit to our place.  On the drive home and for days afterwards my family and I talked about the horse we'd met.

Emails passed back and forth.  A few weeks later I received an email saying their current horse would remain where he was for re-hab and afterwards if we were interested, the owner would offer him to us at a reduced price, explaining that he needed to recoup some of the fiscal loss of the horse for his son's new horse.

My heart sunk; there was no way we could afford this horse.  I wrote back to the owner, thanking him but telling him that I would need to step back from this opportunity because I wasn't in the fiscal position to make such a purchase.  I wished him the best with the horse and told him that if for some reason the situation changed, to not forget us.

Time passed and I got Bob on his own re-hab program and Prince came into our lives.  Yet the subject of the horse we'd seen that day always seemed to pop up.

Three weeks ago I got an email.  It was from the owner of the horse.  He wanted to renew our contact and asked me if we were still interested in his horse.  I emailed him the latest events here at home, ending with telling him that yes - we were still interested in the horse we couldn't forget.

The owner called the following evening.  The horse had finished re-hab.  He had returned to Dressage training but they quickly realized that this discipline would never be a good fit for him.  Their son had moved onto a different horse and they now found themselves with two horses, one which was now only ridden by the trainers at the barn.  The incredible horse we'd met last summer needed a home where he'd get the love and attention he deserved.

I was direct - we would love to have this horse, but our fiscal situation had not changed.  I was shaken to my very core when the owner told me that they loved this horse and all they wanted was to find him a good home where he would be loved and treated well.  The fiscal situation would not be an issue.  We set up a date to return to the barn so they could meet us again.

The following Saturday my husband and I made a second road trip to the barn to meet the owner, son and watch the horse be ridden.  This was not yet a done deal and we were uncertain how the day would turn out.  All we could do was be ourselves and hope for the best. I helped the son saddle the horse and a trainer first rode him in Dressage and then put him into the slow jog and lope.  He was incredible.

I helped the son unsaddle the horse, telling him all about Bob and Prince and answering any questions from either of them.  We walked the horse back to his stall and then stood talking about anything and everything, just being us.  Numerous times I excused myself so I could go into the stall and visit the horse while he ate his lunch.

A decision was made....

When would we like to pick him up?  A date was set.

And on a foggy morning last Friday, my husband (who took the day off for the event) and I hooked up the trailer and took another road trip.

To meet the owner and load up a beautiful 7-year old Registered Appy Gelding.

And deliver him (in the foreground) to the barn near our house where I've boarded off and on for the last six years (and where all my Cowgirl Pals board).  Here we will get to know each other, take lessons, join friends on trail rides (and maybe even move some cows).
 
And friends, that's the journey I've been on since last September.  How many times I wanted to share it with you...but like any journey, I had to finish it first.
 
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Thursday, February 7, 2013

Second Trim

Last week Bob had his second trim by his new shoer.  While we waited I brushed him out as best I could and goofed around taking various pictures.  
 
I took the usual picture of him standing tied at the hitching post.  He always seems to have the same look on his face.  What do you think?
 
Last week...
 
Last August...

Last October...

After the hitching post picture we did some close ups:

There is a softness to Bob's eyes that never used to be there.

Perhaps the result of the road we've traveled.
 
Do you kiss your horse???
 
I do!
 
The shoer removed the wedges on Bob's front feet and told me that he's coming along nicely.  If I can get the weather to coordinate with someone being here at home, we will go for a ride!



Sunday, January 27, 2013

Something in the Way He Moves

It's been interesting to watch Prince return to his former self.  Due to his round eyes, we started calling him Mr. Peabody, after the cartoon character.  His nickname is now Peeb.
 
Peeb has become the boss of the herd.  Bob, who has a personality of uncertainty, turns to Peeb for all the decisions.  Peeb is a kind boss but has his limits - like when Bob sticks his head in Peeb's rear end during grain time.  Peeb's response is a squeal and a good strong kick.  (Bob has gotten the message.)
 
Yet Peeb is well behaved and tolerant with humans working around him.  He picks up his feet, stands quietly when tied and leads like a dream.  I've only lunged him once but can tell he's been there before.

Just like Bob, Peeb shows a keen interest towards cows.  I suspect he's met them before.

When Peeb first came to us in skin and bones he could only walk slowly in the fields.  But as he's gained weight his paces have returned.  He has a nice slow, smooth trot.  But yesterday was the first time I got to see him lope for more than a few paces.  It was beautiful - slow and collected.  It put a big smile on my face. 

Something in the way he moves has me thinking Peeb is going to be a great ride.  Now if the weather would only cooperate!

Monday, January 21, 2013

In a Fog

For ten days we have had low temperatures and damp, freezing fog.

The temperatures at night have dropped into the teens and it barely reaches freezing during the day.  Our driveway has been one long sheet of ice making my morning walk with Hank impossible. 

Our rural road is rarely treated for ice (or snow).  J and C must navigate their way on ice to the local highway before reaching treated roads, not fun.

The wind chime remains quiet waiting for a fresh breeze to arrive and scour out the fog.

Outside there is a silence similar to when it snows.  Even the birds are quiet (probably frozen to a tree).

The freezing fog sticks to everything.  Its moisture sneaks into the corners of my winter clothes as I do the evening feed.  When I finish and return to the house I find it sticking to the outside of my clothes.

So although it's pretty to look at, I'm ready for this weather to make its exit.  Rain and wind never sounded so good!








Sunday, January 13, 2013

Good to Go!

Last week was Prince's second shoeing since I brought him home nine weeks ago.

We had record rains in December and Prince has been looking pretty wet and muddy as he recovered and just got to 'be a horse'.

While I waited I decided to give him a good grooming session.  He's filled out nicely - no more bones sticking out!

All of his open wounds have totally healed.  Even his feet are now in great shape.

The shoer, who had first seen Prince only a few days after I brought him home couldn't believe Prince was the same horse and suggested I now start working with him to develop muscle tone (instead of flab).

Prince must have known what that meant because as I released him after he got his new shoes he took off bucking like a young colt!

Prince is good to go!



Thursday, January 10, 2013

Lots of Work but So Much Fun!


Going to the cabin:

Best to start early, it's going to be a long day.

The roads can be a challenge.

Upon arrival you have to determine where your cabin is.

How do you get into your cabin?  You dig and dig and dig until you break through and find your front porch.  Once you've enlarged your hole and can see down into the porch, you sit down, grab the roof (inches above your head) and slide down into the front porch (kind of fun).


You will need to dig out 'escape' windows as well as your chimney and power mast  However, it's best to first dig some steps to get back up out of the front porch (sliding down once or twice is fun but getting back out isn't).

Your first day at the cabin revolves around a shovel and snow.  However, once you've finished with the shovel, hauled your stuff in, have the cabin warming up and have changed out of your sweaty clothes and into some dry ones, it's time to play.

Lots of work but so much fun!

Sleep well!

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Vacation(?) at the Cabin

My husband's shovel and gloves, taken from the roof at the cabin...