50+ Horses

Fixed It and a Question for You

2012-01-31T21:58:00.000-08:00

These days this is what greets me each morning as I wake up and look out the window. It's Bob waiting for me at the gate. I open the window to wish Bob a Good Morning.  I'm greeted in return with a low nicker/whinny from a horse that six days ago ran away from me in fright when I approached him.

Once I'm dressed I head out to halter Bob up and move him into the "summer pasture" to graze.  I practice groundwork with Bob each morning before, during and after our trip, same on the return.

Bob now stands quietly when I go to halter and handle him. And (melt my heart) comes to his name when I go to catch him in the evenings.  Today I started taking him on my morning walks.

My next step is riding Bob, here at home. I've...just...gotta...ride...I can't stay off. Like many of you, I need my fix....But I'm uncertain about doing that...And this is where I need your help.

On a different horse, I rode alone for years and loved it. But I'm older and this isn't that horse...these days my biggest issue is getting on. Once I'm on I'm fine, but it's that commitment of swinging my leg over the saddle that zaps my confidence - so:

Do you ride alone by yourself - without anybody within earshot should there be an issue?

If so, do you have a "safety plan" should something go wrong?

And Beeeel...you are right...thank you. I'm back. :)

Fixing It, Day 2

2012-01-27T17:10:00.000-08:00

This morning dawned sunny but cold. I came out to start my journey of "Fixing It". Gus was asleep in Bob's old pasture.

Frost on the hitching post where the sun had yet to hit.

Bob was nowhere to be found. Probably in the loafing shed around back eating.

I called his name...

...and he walked up to the gate.

Today Bob was a different horse. He remained where he stood when I approached him to put on his rope halter. His eyes were soft and he was focused on me. So different than yesterday.

I gave him a good grooming. We took a walk out to the back pasture that used to be Gus's, now Bob's. The pasture needs a break. I will need to put Bob on the summer pasture to graze until spring rolls around.

There in the back pasture we went through the ground work exercises that have helped me with other horses in the past. It didn't take long for Bob to give that big, slobbering sigh. With that sigh I led him to the summer pasture, stopping and backing up periodically along the way.

"Mom! There are buffalo across the fence!!"

"Shouldn't we go sort them?"

"Well...maybe I'll just graze instead."

Tonight I put Bob's dinner in his stall before going out to catch him. He once again moved away from me when I got close. I moved a bit to his side and continued towards him. He stood quietly while I haltered him back up. As I finish this Post look who watches me through the window.

There is more work to come.

Fixing It

2012-01-26T23:36:00.000-08:00

With my shoer due in a few hours, I looked out this morning to see Bob eating hay in his loafing shed off of the barn. Since he usually spends most of his day away from the barn up at the other end of the field, I figured that I'd catch him close to the barn now and save myself the extra (muddy) walk later.

Out I went recently showered and wearing clean clothes. When I went into the loafing shed with Bob's halter, he allowed me to come close but then spun away and galloped across the muddy field up to the far end.

I wasn't pleased, but I also wasn't surprised. Bob has never been a hard horse to catch but ever since we lost Poco he's been unsettled. And with the holidays and then the weather, I've been more of a hands-off owner than a hands-on one. In the last month I'd noted that each time I try to approach Bob in the loafing shed during feeding time he has backed away. Recently he has started to run away. And I've let him get away with it.

Today it caught up with me.

Off I plodded through the mud and water to where Bob stood watching me. I'd be darned, clean clothes or not, if I was going to let this go any further. It was time to fix it.

I was able to slip the lead rope over Bob's neck but his twitching body told me that I was lucky to get that far. As I slipped the halter over his nose and went to buckle it behind his ears, he started to pull away. I replied with, "No, you don't." And with that the halter was secure.

But I had a nervous, unfocused horse on my hands. Head high, Bob was looking anywhere and everywhere for something to spook at. The last thing I wanted was for him to jerk away from me as we walked back to the barn, knowing I'd surely slip in the mud and probably fall down.

So with freezing, soaking feet I decided to go through some groundwork steps and set the tone before we moved on. It took awhile but eventually he settled down and focused on me instead of anything and everything around me. I could tell by his slobbering sigh (which I adore) and body language that we were in a better "place".

As we walked back to the barn I kicked myself for allowing things to get to this level. I knew I had to address this behavior before it got worse. I made the decision right then and there to commit to bringing Bob back to me as the partner I knew last summer. I knew if this behavior went further it would impact my future rides and life with Bob.

This must be fixed.

Securing Bob to the hitching post, I moved Gus into Bob's middle pasture where he will now eat out of Bob's loafing shed. Closing the gate to the back pasture, I secured Bob's new home, the riding area (that is outside my office window) with access to the back loafing shed (that Gus was previously using).

Turning Bob out in the riding area with his new shoes, he seemed content to be in a more contained area. I spent the next hour along his fence line, picking up tree limbs (I seem to spend a lot of time these days doing that). Bob hung around with me, not the same horse that ran away a few hours earlier...but still a horse that needs my hand on him more than I've recently allowed.

I'm fixing it.

My Special Place

2012-01-25T15:52:00.000-08:00

I've spent a lot of time at home due to the challenging weather. Our road resembled water that had been poured over ice cubes and then re-frozen resulting in many a car meeting their fate. Not being a fan of driving in snow and ice, I decided staying home would be best until all the "hoop-laa" died down.

I had no idea that it would take 7 days for things to clear up. I don't think I've ever remained grounded in one place for that long (unless I was sick). I would have surely had cabin fever if I didn't have My Special Place to turn to. And where was that?

The tack room in my barn.

Retiring from my professional career two years ago to work part time for a technical consulting company was a once in a life-time opportunity. But I'd need an office to work out of.

The tack room in the barn had heat so it was a logical choice.

But to me it was the only choice. After working in a large office building for 30+ years, the idea of taking my dog to work with me and being surrounded by the wonderful smells and sights of horse gear was absolutely the coolest!

To be able to walk out my "office" door and into the barn, steps away from placing my hands on a horse was an amazing thought!

Every piece of tack has a special memory associated with a horse from the past or the present. It also represents horses of our future; including the horse we will purchase to replace our dear, sweet Poco.

The view from my office window looks out on my riding area, the trailer and distant fields.

I even get visitors!

There's something about coming out here that thrills me each time I walk in the door. I always return to the house feeling refreshed and happy after spending time in My Special Place.

A Good Hurt

2012-01-23T22:18:00.000-08:00

That's me last summer, my first sorting with Bob. I had a blast but when it was all over, I hurt - a Good Hurt.

Today dawned sunny, the first time in almost two weeks. Hank and I headed down the road for our morning walk without slipping and sliding. The sun was so warm that I was hot in my jacket. I felt the early (very early) spring!

As I passed all the downed limbs and branches from the ice storm, I knew that today would be a great day to tackle them.

And that's exactly what I did.

I pulled and hauled limbs and branches. I raked and piled. Although I didn't get finished, the end result was a driveway where Hank and I can once again safely throw the ball. I finished as the pink sun was setting, pleased with the results.

Tonight I hurt a Good Hurt. I relish the feeling because it speaks of accomplishment and reminds me of the great day I had. And although the world around me isn't exactly as it once was, the Good Hurt tells me that today, I made a positive difference.

Ice Storm, Day 4: Power and Clean Up

2012-01-22T17:48:00.000-08:00

The snow, which then turned to ice on Thursday still looked like hard frosting in the yard and pasture yesterday.

The power "people" are having a hard time trying to repair broken lines with ice still on the ground. BUT last night around 10PM I looked out the front window and instead of pitch black, I saw some lights in the distance! We checked and indeed, we had power! However, as I write this Post, the people behind us don't have power, nor do many of the (entire) towns in our area.

Our driveway was covered with limbs and branches. We spent most of today trying to clean it up. This is where I like to throw the ball for Hank. He loves to fly down the hill after the ball.

But there are pieces of branches that have been impaled into the ground, some are 6 - 8" down and hard to pull out. Until I'm sure they are all removed, there can't be any ball throwing in this area.

It seems like every branch has a sharpness to it.

Looking down our drive and the results of our efforts to clean today.

Looking up the drive and the work still left to do.

The paddock where I ride...

Lots of work to do before I can ride in there...

We will try to save what we can of this plum tree. It provides such great morning shade in the summer.

Just as this tree has provided such great shade on summer afternoons...

As I have been writing this Post my husband has been making sure that all the tools we used in the last 4 days are ready to go again at a moment's notice. The weather forecast tonight is for 50 mph winds with another storm coming in on Tuesday with even higher winds. With so many broken branches hanging in trees (some of them are huge), we could very likely lose our power once more. Not sure we're finished with our weather challenges.

Liebster Blog Award

2012-01-22T16:34:00.000-08:00

Thank you Story @ http://allgearnoskill.blogspot.com for the above award (I hope I followed the directions correctly on what I'm supposed to do)!

I'm told Liebster means “dearest” in German, and the award is intended to help up-and-coming blogs get the attention they deserve. Here are the rules:

1. Copy and paste the award on your blog
2. Link back to the blogger who gave you the award
3. Pick your five favorite blogs with less than 200 followers, and leave a comment on their blog to let them know they have received the award.
4. Hope that the five blogs chosen will keep spreading the love and pass it on to five more blogs

http://mrscravitz.blogspot.com/

http://allensparklodge.blogspot.com/

http://4rranch.blogspot.com/

http://onceuponanequine.blogspot.com/

http://ranchgirldiaries.blogspot.com/

I had a hard time making choices - there are so many great Blogs out there that I enjoy!

Ice Storm, Day 3: Getting Creative with What You Have

2012-01-21T14:40:00.000-08:00

When it gets to the third day without power one gets creative:

My current kitchen. Even has chairs for guests!

We call these "the twins". They've given us power for a few lights, fridge and freezer, the TV and internet. A larger generator, which we call "Big Wally", has been set up to run the pump for our Well, but only on a periodic basis.

We use an open window in the family room to feed power into the house from "the Twins", sealing the crack in the window with Duct Tape (of course)!

Electrical cords running into the family room from the window. This is how we have kept warm. Initially it's hard to keep remembering to bring in wood or add it to the stove. But as the days progress it becomes second nature.

The snapping of trees put all of our animals on edge and phone calls from neighbors reflect frightened "stray" animals showing up on doorsteps. Hank has barely left my side for the last three days. Gus and Bob have been safe inside their stalls.

The cords from "the Twins" run into the kitchen where they connect to the fridge and a lamp from the living room which provides light at night.

This is the end of the road for the power cords from "the Twins", arriving in the dining room, where I've set up my laptop. I actually worked here Thursday, completing a short notice project while trees snapped around us. Note Hank the Dog under the table, sticking close to me.

As I finish this Post I can hear the generators and chain saws outside. Neighbors are lending a hand to fellow neighbors, including my husband, out there helping move tree limbs off our road. That's the way of it up here, you hunker down until the danger is past, then go out and help each other.

There is word of a "sighting", which means a power truck has been spotted in our area. Word passes from farm to farm.

Hopes rise that help is near. Maybe if we're lucky, tonight we can take a shower, do laundry, cook in our (real) kitchen and listen to the lovely sound of the furnace heating the entire house. If not, that's ok - we'll get by just fine.

Ice Storm Day 2: As the Ice Melts

2012-01-20T16:00:00.000-08:00

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Our Special Tree - Before

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Hunkering Down

2012-01-19T11:51:00.000-08:00

One of the plum trees in my yard yesterday.

The same tree in my yard today...smashed from heavy ice.

I've been home since Sunday, consequences of snow and ice. I was going to write a Post about Cabin Fever but yesterday afternoon the freezing rains started. As of this writing (almost noon the next day), it's still coming down.

Everything outside is coated with a thick layer of ice. I could hear the trees making small crackling sounds when I went out to feed last night. I know that sound (see prior post about the cabin) and I knew we were in for trouble.

My lilac tree...

Bob and Gus are safely in their stalls, but unsettled from the sharp sound of snapping trees all around us.

I'm running my laptop and internet router via a generator. We lost power at 6AM (no power, no water). The news reports that 180,000 of us are in the same boat (and the ice is still falling). The restoration efforts will first concentrate on the higher populated areas...which means it will probably be days before we get power back.

So we hunker down and wait...

Winter Lessons From the Cabin

2012-01-16T17:01:00.000-08:00

This picture was taken a few days ago. We are currently in the midst of some aggressive winter weather which initially brought us temps in the teens and covered everything with ice. As of this writing we have about four inches of snow. Predictions are for high winds and an additional foot of snow in the next two days. Hang onto your hats!

Growing up with a cabin in the mountains has exposed me to lots of interesting situations when it comes to weather. I've seen my share of summer storms but the lessons learned from going to the cabin in the winter come to mind as I sit here watching it snow:

Winter Lesson #1: Upon arrival you may find the above scenario. Always bring a shovel with you (because you sure as heck aren't going to get one out of the cabin).

Winter Lesson #2: Use shovel to clear chimney of snow. A ladder will not be necessary to access the roof.

Once chimney is free, use shovel to access front door (via front porch). Grab the roofline and swing/walk (slide) down onto the front porch. Enter cabin.

Winter Lesson #3: Once in cabin proceed to heat source and activate. Leave the water turned off....

This is a good time to reflect on your last visit to the cabin. When you last left, did you 1) turn off the water; 2) turn off and drain hot water tank and 3) add RV antifreeze to the toilet and drains in shower/sinks?

If you did, move on to Winter Lesson #4.

If you did not, deactivate heat source and return to Go (as in Go Home). Do not return to cabin until late Spring with new pipes, hot water tank and toilet bowl.

Winter Lesson #4: Using your newly established entry, grab roof line and return outside to front of cabin with shovel in hand. Remove snow from cabin windows, giving you an escape route should there be a fire.

Winter Lesson #5: Slide back down onto the front porch and into cabin. Upon entry you should experience a sense of heat from your previous heat activation efforts in Winter Lesson #3 above.

If so, proceed to turn on water until it runs through all taps (only then should you turn on hot water tank.) Proceed to Winter Lesson #6.

If you do not experience heat, troubleshoot heat issue for a period not to exceed approximately two hours. If the issue is still unresolved return to Go (as in Go Home). Do not return to cabin until late Spring with resolved heat source.

In addition, if you experience water leaks from pipes or fixtures, troubleshoot using whatever comes in handy from the cabin and/or via any kind neighbor who may be in residence at their own cabin. If leaks cannot be resolved, turn off water; deactivate heat source and return to Go (as in Go Home). Do not return to cabin until late Spring with replacement parts.

Winter Lesson #6: If you are successful in the prior Winter Lessons, you may now return to your vehicle. Always make sure you park your vehicle in a safe place, away from snow plows and traffic.

You may now proceed to unpack your vehicle and move your "provisions" into the cabin. It's suggested that you beg, plead or barter with any individual you come upon with a snowmobile to assist you with this task.

However, if you find you are alone in this task and must walk, it is suggested one walk on defined snow tracks via fresh snow to avoid one (and their belongings) from sinking to their waist or higher.

At this time you may experience thirst from your previous efforts. It is highly suggested that no matter how thirsty one is, that they do not consume yellow snow.

Enjoy your stay.

The Head Game

2012-01-11T16:49:00.000-08:00

I had forgotten about the Head Game...

I had forgotten that in the past, when I've tragically lost a horse, something inside of me has also been lost.

It's the part of me that strives to keep my confidence high.

And it's the part of me that has worked so hard to ride the "right way", using my legs, sitting back, and keeping my body fluid.

Above are the four horses I've lost in the last 24 months. Champ in picture #1, followed by Cisco and Bear in Picture #2 and recently Poco, pictured above.

Last Monday I hauled Bob back to the barn where I used to board. The same barn where I had such a great time last summer riding in Ladies Nights. The same barn where once upon a time I used to ride three of those awesome horses...

I hadn't been up on Bob since November due to weather and commitments, staying home safe and sound when the roads were icy. But with recent mild weather I had decided it was time to go back to work - and I couldn't wait to start riding again.

I had forgotten about the Head Game. Although my confidence level hadn't hit empty, it was lower than any other time I'd ridden Bob - and he picked up on it. The poor horse had lost his leader and he was skittish and jumpy.

I asked Rachel to ride Bob first. I told her that I felt we needed to take some steps backwards as we returned to lessons. She rode Bob for most of this lesson.

Towards the end of the lesson it was my turn to ride and then cool out Bob. I found myself unsure when I first got on. This is not unusual. The commitment of swinging my leg over the saddle has always been the biggest challenge for me. But the uncertainty disappears as soon as I'm on and moving, replaced with confidence and joy.

Not this time. I remained tentative, riding horribly, like a piece of cardboard. Bending and twisting my body and arms when turning, leaning forward. I felt awkward, like a glob of putty on Bob's back. It was ugly. No matter what I tried to do, it was like weights were on my arms and legs.

When I finished I got off and immediately noted the lack of elation I usually have after I ride. Usually the first thing I do is a little jig and dance, then throw my arms around Bob to thank him for the great ride. That day I absently patted Bob's neck and just stood there - I was flat.

It was then that I remembered that I've been here before on my first few rides after losing each of those beloved horses. With the loss of Poco, only last month, the Head Game has returned.

I will beat this Head Game, finding what I've lost, just as I have in the past.

And I be a better rider because of it.

But for the next few rides I know I'll be fighting the Head Game with each step.

Somewhere There is a Fridge for Us

2012-01-08T00:19:00.000-08:00

I came into the house the evening of Monday, December 5th, to find everything in our kitchen fridge unusually warm. Sometime during the day our fridge had died.

Years ago a friend had offered me her old fridge when she'd purchased a new one. She had warned us that it was on its last legs but still running and was hoping to find it a home so that she didn't have to pay to have it hauled away.

I jumped at the opportunity to have a back-up fridge and told her (without even checking with my husband) that we'd be down to pick it up. We picked it up (actually he picked it up, I sat in the truck) and we (he) placed it in our garage next to our freezer.

Six years later that old fridge is still running. It's come in handy, holding overflow for holiday dinners, etc. On the numerous times we've lost power (sometimes for multiple days), we've moved everything out of the kitchen fridge into the old one in the garage where the fridge and freezer are connected to a generator.

With the loss of our kitchen fridge, we moved into "no power" mode. We then proceeded to start the research for a new fridge.

It was fun to look for a new fridge and I was picky, knowing that the opportunity for a new appliance like this doesn't come along often. It took a few days, but on December 8th we knew what we wanted and what store we wanted to purchase it from. The sale was made.

Today is January 7th and as of yesterday our new fridge is still MIA. It was initially supposed to be delivered on December 16th. We got a call and were told it would be a "few more weeks". The new delivery date was yesterday, January 6th. We got a call on January 4th with the same message, but this time there was no future delivery date.

We lost our fridge a week after the "Black Friday" sales. Everybody and their brother wanted the same fridge we did. The factory is over loaded with orders and indeed everywhere I look this particular fridge is on back order.

It's gotten old (real old) to go out to the garage to get something out of the old fridge. I took the large fruit basket usually on the kitchen counter and moved it to the garage so that we could use it to ferry food back and forth. The basket sits on the hood of my car, which is parked opposite the old fridge. I can't count how many times I've pulled out of the garage and started to head down our drive to see that darned basket sitting on my hood.

I've tried to convince my family that it's good exercise to go a few more steps (58 one way) to get something out of the fridge. Although they were initially good sports about the whole deal, the last call from the store with no idea as to when we'd see our new fridge moved them to rebellion and I can't say I blame them.

I faced them this morning with a suggestion for a different fridge, located online and noted as being immediately available from the store who currently holds us hostage. I assured my family that today was the day. My husband and I would visit the store and we'd come home Heroes with a solid delivery date for a fridge (or we wouldn't come home at all).

Off my husband and I went to meet with the individual who sold us our fridge a month ago. She apologized, showing us a large stack of paper with names on it of poor souls like us, waiting for their new fridge. She noted that as large as that stack was, those individuals were ahead of us in line and told us that our names hadn't even been added to the list yet.

She asked us if we had any other fridge we'd like to purchase. I proudly whipped out my piece of paper and presented her with our replacement fridge, noting that this one shouldn't be any issue in getting delivered because the web page says its immediately available.

You can imagine our reaction when after many minutes of looking at her computer; she looked up at us with a blank face and told us that for some reason the replacement fridge was nowhere on this earth to be found. My husband immediately drifted away to the lighting aisle (not a good sign) and I still have the bite marks on the inside of my cheeks from trying to remain composed.

While she made "one more call", I went in search of my husband, now somewhere amongst the table saws.

As we discussed what to do next, there was commotion behind us as our sales person came towards us. "Guess what?" she gushed with a huge smile (of relief?) on her face. "A car of fridges has just arrived and there is one on the car for you!"

With some additional reasoning as to why a fridge suddenly appeared out of nowhere - of which I still can't figure out, she informed us that our new fridge should be available for delivery next week. She then proceeded to set us up on the computer with a delivery day of next Friday the 13th.

However, the scheduled delivery date is Friday the 13th. I can't help but be wary, can our luck get any worse?

Perhaps I should invest in running shoes for my family members. Or maybe transportation between the kitchen and garage.

Hmmm. I wonder how Bob would do as a pack horse?

Where We Go From Here

2012-01-06T00:06:00.000-08:00

I didn't write a New Year Post. Just didn't feel up to it. It's been a month since we lost Poco. It's been an adjustment for this family, all home that morning.

For Bob it's also been an adjustment. Time with the horses was minimal during the holidays as we met family and social commitments. As the end of the holidays rolled around I found Bob to be a horse I didn't recognize. He spooked at a moment's notice, blasting out of his loafing shed in record time when I walked in off of the barn to feed him. When I was able to touch him, his skin would quiver nervously, barely able to stand still, always looking around for what might scare him. It worried me.

I brought out his curry comb and tried to brush him while he ate. Initially he'd move away from me. As the days went by he stood still and today I'm able to touch and move around him again without any issues.

And that's a good thing because Bob and I have plans. It's time to go back to work. We haul out to start lessons next Monday with my Frainer (friend and trainer). We've signed up for a sorting practice the following week. We've got places to go and things to do.

I once again greet Gus with the same, "Hi Gussie" as I used to.

Gus is lonely. He has always lived here with other horses and you can tell he doesn't understand why he's alone. I know that Gus isn't a bad horse and I know that horses sometimes kick, especially when there is food in the proximity. It doesn't excuse what happened, it's just the fact.

Gus is the kind of horse that cannot share a confined feeding area with other horses; however, does fine in a field where they all have space. These are things I should have thought about when I put Poco in with Gus to share that large stall.

Where we go from here...we will be making some changes. Just as others are doing, we are re-defining our priorities.

As spring approaches we will be looking for a good home for Gus. It's important to us (and part of our responsibility as horse owners) to ensure Gus goes to the best home we can find.  The type of home I'd like to see him go to will be one that has pasture space where he can co-exist with other horses without conflict.

My husband has expressed an interest in riding and taking lessons. Our goal will be to have two saddle horses here at home. Bob and a replacement for Poco. This will allow us to haul our horses with us on weekends without having to still leave someone back at home and deal with the hassle of feeding arrangements, etc.  It will have a positive impact on not only our budget but our pastures.

Where we go from here has taken some time to determine and on all accounts it's not going to be easy.  But I think in the end, it's the right trail for us to take.

2011

2011-12-30T16:58:00.000-08:00

As I move into 2012, I do so with bittersweet memories.

We lost two wonderful horses in 2011.

We lost Bear. He was a kind, old soul. Bear lived a fine life with us but his time to leave arrived in September.

And we tragically lost Poco, one of the Great Ones.

As sad as these losses were, there were also good things that happened in 2011:

In February I was kicking around buying my next horse but hadn't established exactly what I was looking for. My Cowgirl Pals invited me to join them while they practiced moving some cattle. It took less than five minutes of watching from outside the fence to realize that this was something I wanted to try.

In those first five minutes I knew that I wanted a horse that had been around cows.

I found Bob at the end of May. I had no idea how Bob would change my world.

A few weeks after I bought Bob I got to "ride with the cows". It was great fun!

Bob (far left) and I started going on adventures with my Cowgirl Pals.

We even went by ourselves, a big step in independence and confidence for both of us.

Bob and I hauled up to our old barn and took lessons from my friend and trainer (Frainer). We stayed at the barn and took a break. A few hours later we then rode in Ladies Nights during the evenings. I'll never forget hauling home in the deep red sunsets, exhausted but so happy and content that I thought I'd burst.

We sorted more cows and started to get better at it.

We watched and we learned.

And we bonded and became one team.

2011 - It was a year of joy and sorrow, of challenges and accomplishments. My experiences in 2011 have made me stronger. I look forward to meeting 2012.

I Can't Stand It!!!!

2011-12-27T17:47:00.000-08:00

Every day I look out to see it silently glaring at me. In its silence it taunts me. I can hear it..."Oh come on! Everybody is out there having fun and the three of us are sitting here at home! Come ON! I know you miss me as much as I miss you!"

I can't deny I do miss it.

...As much as I miss riding Bob, which I haven't even sat on since early November because it has rained when I had time to ride and been nice when I haven't had time to ride.

Recently it's started to silently plead with me..."Pretty Please? Hook me up and let's go have some fun!"

I can't stand it!

It's right; it's time to go have fun.

We're done sitting home! We're heading out on the road to join in the adventures of my Cowgirl Pals.

Stay Tuned!

As Christmas Approaches

2011-12-23T23:21:00.000-08:00

As Christmas Approaches, our daughter has returned home from College, bringing the Holiday Spirit with her, which has been missing around here with our recent tragedies. She went on a baking spree and whipped up sugar and gingerbread cookies. She whipped up so many of them that we couldn't give away or consume them all. I've even added some to the horses' grain at night.

When our daughter was little she loved to go with us to the tree farms in our area to pick out and cut our tree. Then we went through "the stink-eye phase" where she had no interest in our annual adventure. This year we've come through the "other side" and she was again with us, helping us choose our tree and also doing the decorating.

Tuna the Mighty Hunter has been assisting us with decorating (or should I say undecorating). This is her second tree and for some reason this year's tree has been more interesting to her than last year's (kitten) tree.

If you note the picture above, you'll see a nice tidy rug underneath the tree.

I can't count the times Tuna has drug that rug around the house. I keep putting it back only to find it in some other room.

We've also had the same issue with Christmas Stockings and decorations. Tuna drags them from one end of the house to the other. She sits next to them and howls until somebody comes to see what she has "caught". Once we arrive she sits proudly next to her "catch".

So as Christmas Approaches, if we can get the rug back underneath the tree, figure out where all the ornaments have gone to and place the stockings back next to the fireplace, I'm thinking all will be well.

Wishing you all Happy Holidays and a Merry Christmas!

First Signs of Healing

2011-12-13T16:30:00.000-08:00

It's been an adjustment going to the barn. Poco used to be our meeter/greeter. He was one of the few horses I've encountered who knew his name and always came when called. I thought that was pretty special. But then, Poco was special.

Now days who is always there to greet me? It's Gus.

Initially I couldn't even look at him. I fed him in silence, tossing his hay inside on the ground of the large double stall which he used to share with Poco instead of placing it in the feeder off of the ground.

I ignored Gus as he stood at the fence watching me. I filled his water trough in silence, rolling up the hose and returning back to the house without a single acknowledgement of the large horse that stood there. I attended Gus in stony silence with as minimal interaction as possible.

As days passed I was able to glance at Gus. I could see the confusion and sadness in his eyes. One could tell that Gus knew he was in trouble but he didn't understand why.

Gus doesn't know what he's done wrong.

Ten days ago I used to greet Gus with a "Hi Gussie!" He'd stand and wait for me in the pasture when I went in to see him. He'd loved it when I threw my arms around his massive neck to hug him. I'd place my arms and cold fingers underneath his thick mane where they'd quickly warm up. Sometimes I'd get as much of me under there as I could to get warm and toasty, inhaling the wonderful scent of horse.

The massive horse had always stood quietly, almost purring. He'd never move an inch until I removed my arms and stepped away. Even then he'd wait a few minutes before moving forward, asking for more hugs.

I never used to think twice about hugging Gus, even when he ate. I felt safe in his presence. I used to love hugging this massive animal with the kind brown eyes as much as he loved receiving the affection.

One of the comments I received when I wrote of Poco's loss was from a reader who reminded me that horses live in the moment. I knew this yet in my pain and anger of loss, I'd forgotten.

Today as I write this I am no longer angry although I still hurt and am sad. I recognize this as a good sign, the first sign of healing. It's not good to carry anger and I know that with time the hurt and sadness will diminish.

Yesterday I took a step in healing. I went out into Gus's pasture and walked up to him. I opened my arms and before I could raise them, Gus lowered his head to me and buried it in my arms. I held that massive head and cried. I cried for that silly mule-eared Appaloosa and I cried for the golden horse who doesn't know what he did wrong. Eventually my tears stopped. Sniffling, I removed my arms and stepped back to look up at Gus.

To see tears in his eyes.

Life Happens

2011-12-08T16:52:00.000-08:00

Thursday....A week ago sure does seem like a long time ago. A week ago today, I had the Vet out to give Dentals to Poco and Bob. I had booster shots given to Gus, Bob and Poco. It was a costly venture to do during the holidays but Bob was in need of a dental so I went ahead and had both horses done, with the thought that both would be in fine riding form afterwards.

Friday....I discovered, thanks to Mrs. Cravitz's Post on losing her horse Poncho, that what looked ok out in the pasture wasn't. Her initial description of Poncho's initial signs of distress mirrored how Bob was acting.

I discovered Bob in what the Vet referred to as Stage 2 Colic. He was still drinking a small amount of water and had done a #2, but was running a high fever. He was having a reaction to the booster shots. A dose of Benamine, a night inside a stall without food (where we could check water intake and "output") resulted in a sleepless night for my husband and I.

Saturday...the low 20 degree dawn reflected Bob with a normal fever and looking/acting better. We spent that day looking out the widow every half hour or so to make sure all was well. I was so exhausted by the event that I passed on the yearly evening Christmas Parade in town, something we always look forward to attending.

Sunday...Well, I guess if you read my Posts, you already know about Sunday. Another visit from the Vet and the pickup of our loved horse, resulted in about the same cost as Thursday's visit for dentals and shots.

Gulp.

Monday...kinda in a daze I guess, I didn't notice anything odd in the kitchen until dinner time when I went to open the fridge and found the food inside wasn't cold. Our fridge had died.

Ugh!!!!!!!

Tuesday and Wednesday...fridge shopping, getting what I want for the best price.

Thursday (today)....fridge is purchased but won't arrive for 7 days. I'm thankful for the one out in our garage...

I'm one who prefers to look at the glass of life as half full but this last week has been a test of that philosophy. There's a saying that things come in Threes...hopefully we're finished.

Life happens...

Gus Must Go

2011-12-06T13:46:00.000-08:00

We don't bring a horse into our home lightly. We don't make a habit of buying and selling our horses. Our intentions are that they live with us for the rest of their lives.

I know I'm raw from losing Poco this week but I'm going to break our life long rule when it comes to Gus. It was Gus who pinned Poco in the large double stall (where there was plenty of room and food), bucking out and kicking Poco on the middle of his left leg, shattering it.

And outside the stall, where Poco had drug himself while we initially examined him, in shock from what we saw, it was Gus who had initially stood there quietly observing us, only to back up to Poco and start bucking at him once again, while we stood at Poco's head.

He got direct hits on Poco in the flanks along with the worst, a direct hit on Poco's injured leg...the agony of pain that crossed Poco's face...words can't explain. That visual and the loss of a horse who always avoided conflict at all costs, prompts me to pursue removing Gus from our home.

I will never again feel comfortable about putting Gus in with other horses. While Gus remains here he will live in solitary confinement.

Yes, I am bitter and I am angry about what happened. Not only angry at Gus but angry at myself. If I would have had any idea that there would be a conflict I would never had put them together. They've lived together before, peacefully, wintering together. Poco's evasive personality for conflicts and Gus's easy nature don't correlate to what happened that day.

I've told my husband Gus must go. He agrees. But go where? Am I passing something on that could possibly hurt someone else's horse?

So I struggle with whether I should offer Gus to another home or if I should have him put down. It's an ugly decision either way and something I'm not proud of.

But forgiving and forgetting are not an option. What would you do?

Not Enough Time

2011-12-04T15:21:00.000-08:00

As I start this Post the truck is coming down our road and up our drive. It was just here a few months ago. I didn't expect I'd see it again for a long, long time.

I never want to see it again.

My husband has gone out to greet the driver and do the duty. I'm a chicken when it comes to this. I can't be out there. I hide, here in the safety of the house. Hank The Dog knows something is wrong. He is leaning against my leg and whining. I can hear Bob and Gus whinnying outside. I can't stand the sound. I cover my ears.

I want to go back in time to four hours ago when we were talking about putting up Christmas lights and finishing decorating the tree.

Four hours ago when I took Hank out for our morning walk.

Four hours ago when there was a terrible banging in the barn which could even be heard inside the house.

Four hours ago my husband and I both ran to the barn to find Poco coming out of the large double stall which he has shared peacefully with Gus for two winters. He was on three legs. His back left leg swung crazily at an odd angle.

How could this have happened???????!!!!!!!! Gus and Poco have always gotten along. There was plenty of hay in the double stall they share but for some reason Gus had kicked Poco, shattering his upper leg. Gus then proceeded to buck/kick Poco outside the stall as my husband and I came upon the scene. You never saw two people move a 2,500 lb. horse out of there as quickly as we did.

While we waited for the vet, I fed Poco apples and grain. It wasn't enough time to tell Poco how much I loved him. How he is Noble, one of the Great Ones. We are supposed to have months and months to spend with our loved horses before we put them down. Not merely minutes.

Yet it was too much time as Poco suffered in pain. My husband bringing out his gun, telling me that if it takes much longer he is going to have to do the deed. Both of us in agony, both of us in pain, trying not to panic.

The vet arrived. The deed was done....

The truck is now leaving...I will NOT look out the window as it leaves. Yet I do look out the window, whispering Goodbye to Poco...I love you...rest in peace.

Loss of Poncho

2011-12-02T13:39:00.000-08:00

One of my favorite blog writers, Mrs. Cravitz, has sufferred the loss of a special horse, Poncho. She has beautifully documented him in her current post.

If you have a moment, please stop by and send condolences to Mrs. Cravitz (www.mrscravitz.blogspot.com) in her loss of her noble horse, Poncho.

Thanks,

50+

Starting up the Holidays

2011-11-27T13:15:00.000-08:00

With Thanksgiving behind us it's time to get ready for the holidays. Our daughter, home from college, loves the holidays. Her enthusiasm always gets us motivated to pull the boxes of decorations out of the attic and start the process of decorating both inside and out.

Yesterday was a good day to decorate outside. We had temps in the upper 50's and that yellow stuff that gleams out of the sky...I think it's called sunshine. :) Daughter and Dad had headed out to decorate in one direction. I headed in the other direction, wanting to get the horses out of their pastures and give them a good clean-up before the rains return.

I got Poco out first and took him for a walk down our road to see how my other two family members were doing. I found them halfway down the road, hanging lights on the fence of the summer pasture now vacant for the rest of the year.

Father and Daughter. It was a good feeling to watch them working together as a team while the neighbor dog (who has claimed us as her family) stood by.

I returned to the barn, and brought Gus and Bob out to join Poco. With the short days, heavy rain and winds we've recently had, I haven't had much opportunity to get my hands on the horses.

Bob in particular was goosy when I first got him out. Bob is a sensitive horse and after a full summer and fall, I think he's been missing my interaction with him. I spent extra time doing ground work, brushing and talking to him on this warm, sunny day. It made a huge difference and I could sense we were reconnected when I finished.

I would have loved to ride on a day like this but I'm sitting my rides out until Bob and Poco have their teeth done this week. Both are in need of dentals.

My husband, now finished with decorating, joined me to brush out Gus and kindly clean all twelve feet. By the time we had returned everybody to their pastures and fed it was after 4PM and getting dark. We both hated to leave the barn so we lingered there for another hour, finally closing the barn door to brushed out horses happily munching on their dinners.

Peace in the Pasture, Peace in the House

2011-11-25T00:03:00.000-08:00

There is something we've learned throughout the years about having multiple horses. It's called Peace in the Pasture(s). It's important that everybody gets along, can rest, eat and drink in peace. It's the reason Poco and Gus are wintering together and Bob is next door. It's not how I'd prefer it to be and you can bet it's not how Bob would prefer it, but so far, so good.

Inside the house peace is also important. We have Tuna the Mighty Hunter. Here she is "guarding" the fish (or so she'd like us to think).

And we have Hank the Dog, coming to his name (or so I'd like to think).

I was a bit apprehensive about bringing the two of them together. Would we have peace in the house?

I didn't need to worry.

Ahhhh. Peace in the pasture. Peace in the house. It's a good thing.

2011 - A Day to Give Thanks

2011-11-23T14:10:00.000-08:00

Here it is again, Thanksgiving. In the past two weeks I've noticed some homes and stores already have holiday lights up. I hear holiday music playing as I shop. Seems like many have passed Thanksgiving right by for the holidays.

Thanksgiving seems to have become the door to opening the holidays instead of a day to give thanks. I know times are tough but surely there is one little tiny thing that all of us can find to be grateful for on Thanksgiving. With that being said, here are my 2011 top ten reasons to Give Thanks on this special day - starting with Number 10:

Number 10. From late spring until (this year) August, I faithfully watered them every evening. It took me almost an hour to water them all. My husband had suggested getting a soaker hose to use instead of hand watering. But I found hand watering them to be such a soothing task - standing there with the hose, daydreaming about whatever came to mind, watching the horses grazing, looking out at the mountains. I'm thankful for the beauty they provided, waving in the wind against the fence:

My Daisies

Number 9. The Cabin. After a 15 month absence, I'd forgotten how much I missed it. I went up there in October to meet a friend and ended up spending a couple of days by myself. I got back in touch with this home away from home and also got to validate myself, who I am and what I am. I'm thankful to know it's there, waiting for me when I return:

The Cabin on a prior Thanksgiving

Number 8. The Perfect Camping Spot makes the list again for the third year. So peaceful and beautiful, always waiting to greet us each year. We found this spot by accident. I'm thankful for the discovery:

The Perfect Camping Spot

Number 7. My Cowgirl Pals. So much fun to hang around with! They offered me their friendship and invited me to join them on their adventures this last year. They opened up a new world of riding to me that I'd always wanted to try. I'm thankful to have such great Cowgirl Pals!

Lisa and Quincy

Bob and Me; Georgia and her horse Paisley; Kyle and her horse Elbe

Bob and I, Rachel in front of us, Nancy in the background

Number 6. Ladies Night. Seven weeks of fun, with a new theme of riding each week. I'd only had Bob a few weeks when Ladies Nights started. Ladies Night provided a great avenue to get to know Bob better. I'm thankful for the opportunity to attend and ride with such talented Ladies:

Ladies Night

Number 5. Around our house we have a word for our animals that are the best of the best. We call it Noble. Poco holds the honor of this title. He is the most incredibly sweet, dependable horse I've ever encountered. I'm thankful to have Poco, one of the Noble:

Poco one of the Noble

Number 4. My friend and trainer (frainer), Rachel Koehler, also one of my Cowgirl Pals. As a trainer Rach has that knack of telling you what you need to hear in a way that makes you happy you heard it. I've taken lessons from her for years and our relationship has blossomed from that of trainer to friend. I'm thankful to Rachel for helping me become the rider I always wanted to be and helping me set my sights on where I want to go in the future:

Rachel test riding Bob

Number 3. He opened doors for me this summer and allowed me to go places and do things I'd only dreamed of. I could go on and on about him but if you read my Posts, you already know how much I love this guy and how thankful I am to call him mine:

Bob

Number 2. Returned twice, we were his third rescue family. He could have been afraid of us, he could have been defensive and wary, yet he trusted us. They don't come much sweeter than this guy. We lost him in September. We are thankful have had him in our family. He is missed.

Bear

Number One: He never hesitates to encourage me when it comes to horses. Always willing to pitch in and help be it hauling for me when I'm intimated by driving the dually on congested freeways, harrowing fields, stacking bales of hay, you name it and he's there to lend a hand when it comes to the labor and care of our horses. I'm thankful for his love and support. I love this guy with all of my heart:

My Husband

Wishing You and Yours a Happy Thanksgiving!

Shutting it Down for Winter

2011-11-17T14:54:00.000-08:00

I've lost count of how many times I loaded up my trailer this spring, summer and fall. I had a routine. I'd load up my tack first thing in the morning, when I was out for my morning walk with Hank The Dog. Hank and I would then head in for my morning cup of coffee. Sometimes it was already so hot outside that I'd find myself covered with sweat when I came back into the house. On those mornings my ritual of a morning cup of coffee didn't appeal much to me.

I learned to give myself plenty to time to get to where I was going. I bought Bob in late May with only a one week tryout. I didn't know much about his personality. I found that one good way to get to know your horse is to haul him places and that the more you haul together the better your relationship gets. I found Bob to be "sensitive" but was pleased to also find him to be "adaptable". Bob is the kind of horse that once he checks something out, doesn't question it any further.

I took this picture on Bob. This was my favorite trip of the summer. We'd gone to a local cattle sorting event solo, totally on our own for the first time. It was a liberating experience and one of the highlights of the summer. And oh those warm evenings....

But all things must come to an end.

Last week some friends invited me to join them one morning to practice sorting cows. I didn't even think twice before I agreed to not only go but to also pick up a Cowgirl Pal and her horse along the way. I told my Cowgirl Pal that I'd meet her at her barn early so we'd get to the practice with time to spare.

Home alone because it was hunting season, I caught the weather forecast as I was heading to bed. They talked of lows in the 20's, fog and icy road. Oh no! I tossed and turned all night, worried about driving my one ton dually and hauling horses on icy roads with unforgiving 8 foot drainage ditches to greet us should we slide.

I awoke to find everything frozen.

The bird bath was frozen.

Poco was frozen (actually he wasn't but he looked that way).

I followed my routine of loading my tack ahead of time but couldn't get the trailer door opened because the trailer and truck were both covered in ice. I returned to the house to wrap my chilled hands around my very appealing morning cup of coffee. After I finished my coffee I went back out and finally got the door opened.

I drove on the ice as if I was driving on glass, telling myself to try to not hurry because I was running late. I told myself to keep it low and slow. My Cowgirl Pal (bless her heart) was waiting with her horse in hand. We were loaded and on our way within minutes. We got to the practice and hurried to unload our horses.

I wasn't even finished saddling up Bob and they were calling my name to take my first run.  I was stressed from the drive and poor Bob was riding right along on my emotions. Minutes later without any of our preliminary ground work, Bob and I were moving our first cows.

Bob was so tense I felt like I was sitting on a board.  I had this sinking feeling we were a recipe for disaster. When Bob spooked, sprinting sideways all the way across the pen, I almost fell off but at the last minute regained my balance. Quite a crowd had gathered to watch the proceedings.  I recall thinking as we flew along sideways that I'd be darned if I was going to fall off in front of them.

The old me would have called it a day and gotten off. The new me carried on - a testament to how much my confidence has grown this year. Eventually as I kept riding things got better.

My Cowgirl Pal and I were both chilled by the time we finished.  We were off our horses after shaking our legs out to get the circulation back, loaded up and on our way home minutes later. With the sun now up and the roads clear, it was an uneventful drive back home.

But I knew as I pulled into our barnyard that I was finished hauling for the year. As I write this it's sleeting outside. Snow is predicted tonight. It's time to shut it down for the winter. I'm sad to see it end but I'm left with great memories of the times I've had and wonderful people I met. You can bet Bob and I will be back on the road next spring.

Winter Pastures

2011-11-13T12:45:00.000-08:00

I've held our horses on the summer pasture as long as I possibly could because I still hadn't decided if I would winter them together or split them up (something I really didn't want to do).

There is always one ring leader in the herd and in my case it's Bob, our newest horse.

Bob provided me with a lot of fun this summer and I love him to death. But he is the Boss Hoss. He hogs the loafing shed and only allows the other two horses in when he's had his fill of food and heads out onto the pasture.

Out in the pasture everybody gets along but with winter approaching it was important to me that all three horses had a dry place to eat and get out of the weather.

Winter came in quickly this year. I came out to find a dry Bob and a soaking wet Poco and Gus, both standing outside in the mud and rain. They looked and seemed miserable. My decision about who was going where this winter was made when I found bite marks on both Gus and Poco's haunches.

I've placed Bob by himself. He has his own pasture and loafing shed.

I wasn't sure how he'd react to my decision to place him alone but as you can see Bob doesn't seem very concerned. It helps that he can see the other horses.

As I heard the wind roaring outside last night it was a good feeling to know everybody had a dry, safe place they could go to.

Something to Not Ignore

2011-11-01T15:22:00.000-07:00

Last spring I wrote a Post about a lump I'd discovered in my breast.  I wrote how I had ignored it, thinking it was related to trauma in the area where I'd been kicked by a horse a few years ago.

Months passed and it started to haunt me.  I'd wake up in the middle of the night and ask myself, "What if..." I'd lay there tossing and turning, telling myself that tomorrow I'd make an appointment to get it checked out. But the next day I wouldn't do anything about it.

When I started to find happy moments and beautiful sights sobering I knew I'd had enough of letting something unknown run my life. I made the call to get it checked out. It had resulted in a mammogram, which resulted in an ultrasound, which had resulted in a biopsy.

I was terrified.

When I got the call regarding the results I remember sitting up straight and holding my breath as if I was about to endure some terrible pain. I was sure I was doomed when I got good news.  I was OK but would be on a six month watch schedule.

Six months recently came around and this time I was promptly in for my check up. I walked out with the good news that I was off the six month watch schedule and back on my yearly schedule. I also walked out with the very humbling feeling that I'd lucked out.

So when I discovered a new lump only three days later I found myself mildly irritated that I hadn't caught it before my appointment.

My health insurance requires I must first be seen by my primary doctor for a referral in order to get an appointment at the specialty clinic.  I'd just left! Couldn't I skip the preliminaries?

No luck.

So off to the doctor's office I went to sit amongst those coughing and sneezing for my valuable referral.

Yesterday I returned to the specialty clinic in the big city where we are all getting to know each other on a first name basis. They told me that I'm referred to as the "Women who got kicked in the chest by a horse." I guess in the big city they don't see many of us.

I was relieved to find the new lump was nothing to worry about.  Once again I walked away humbled at the good news.

....Something to not ignore.

Getting Along With a Dilemma

2011-10-25T14:14:00.000-07:00

It's been a month since we put our elderly Belgian Draft Horse, Bear down. When Bear left us we moved Gus into the pasture with Bob our Quarter Horse and Poco our Appaloosa.

Initially things were a bit rocky as the dynamics of reforming the "herd" took place. Poco and Gus have shared a pasture before and get along well. They greeted each other happily but Bob immediately stepped up and pushed Poco away from Gus.

Yep, there was a new Boss in town.

Gus is as gentle and kind as he is big. He's willing to let Bob, ironically the smallest of all three horses, think he's the boss although Gus could easily change this if he wanted to with one push of his massive frame.

Feeding time has required us to drop hay out in the pasture for Gus while Bob and Poco share the feeder in the loafing shed. Initially Bob would immediately come over and push Gus off of his hay. But Gus being the resourceful guy he is, would merely go to the feeder that Bob had just vacated and pick up where he left off with his meal. All the while Poco paid no mind of who was standing next to him. Eventually Bob realized that there was nothing special about Gus's hay and now leaves him alone.

As the last month has progressed things have settled down pretty nicely. Everybody is getting enough food and nobody has gotten hurt. All three horses now graze and nap together.

They even share the loafing shed in rain storms.

So although things are getting along fine I'm concerned about the upcoming months. Winter is coming and it brings the strong cold winds out of Canada. This pasture and its larger loafing shed (where we feed and water out of our outbuilding instead of the barn), are in direct line of these winds which peaked at +100 mph last winter.

At the end of October we have always moved our horses to the back pastures where we feed and water under the lights of our barn. The loafing sheds are smaller, fitting two horses well but a bit tight for three, especially for a horse of Gus's size. These sheds are insulated and provide protection from the winter wind and elements.

There is nothing as comforting as hearing a storm rage outside at night and knowing your horses are dry and safe. This set up worked great when we had two horses at home and boarded the third. But this year we have three horses at home.

I'm concerned that someone is going to be left outside in our winter weather. In addition, I don't want to drop hay outside for the "left out" horse and have it fly away, get soaked (or both). I want everybody eating in the safety of a dry loafing shed and to have the option of seeking its shelter.

Could be that someone has to live alone but I hate that thought as much as someone standing forlornly outside in the middle of a storm. This is my current dilemma of which I've found no solution. Ugh! I don't have many days left to figure it out! Stay tuned.

Going It Alone

2011-10-10T16:23:00.000-07:00

My husband has encouraged me to go there alone.

I was hesitant. I hadn't spent a night there for over 15 months, so swept up in riding I guess.

But the horses could have come.

And we could have ridden from our front door all the way across the United States.

A call from my childhood best friend who also has a cabin changed everything. "Come up and let's hang out," she said. "No excuses! Let's get together before the snow falls." I agreed, still unsure about going it alone.

So I brought Hank The Dog.

And Tuna The Mighty Hunter.

When I opened the door it was as if time had stood still.

It was as if I'd just left.

Nothing had changed.

Just like a Mom, the little cabin welcomed me with open arms. I could hear it telling me how it had missed me as much as I realized I'd missed it. And just like a Mom, I could hear it asking me in a stern voice, "Where have you been?"

My friend was not here. She was delayed. I found myself the only one here. I would be going it alone for a few days. So Hank and I took walks (lots of walks).

To the "store" where the millworkers used to get their supplies.

Past the trains that used to haul the logs from the mill to the nearby train tracks.

To the schoolhouse that was used for the millworker's children.

Into the millpond that used to be filled with water and full of logs when I was a child.

With every step I found myself getting in touch with my own center core and re-evaluating who I was. It was good. It was cleansing.

Soon others arrived, including my friend. It felt odd to be back around people after the silence I'd become comfortable with. Time passed and soon it was time to return home.

As I packed I set my first goal for 2012. Next spring after the snows are gone, I will be back - with Hank, Tuna and the horses. And we'll go it alone.

Blessed Days

2011-10-03T13:42:00.000-07:00

They arrive in the fall. The temperatures have cooled down and the winds that will rob us of power have yet to arrive. They are the icing on the cake, the cream on the top, the best days of the year for riding.

My riding pal Haley and I came up with the name Blessed Days (or BDs) when I used to board with her. We had frozen in the winters, been soaked in the springs and sweated (and swatted bugs) in the summer. But each year when fall arrived we discovered the perfect riding weather.

I still haul in to ride with Haley whenever I get a chance. Last Wednesday when I awoke to find a sunny, crisp fall day, I called to tell her what she already knew - it was a BD. Didn't take us long to put our day's priorities down and arrange to meet for a ride.

On this particular BD, Haley and I rode indoors because the outdoor arena was muddy (from the prior non-BD). As usual we worked our horses in silence and then rode side by side to discuss whatever came into our minds. We always have the most unusual and hilarious conversations.

To cool our horses off, we took them for a walk around the property, still jabbering about this and that, laughing all the way.

BD's are full of deep blue sky. Haley and her horse Harley D in the background.

I can hear them, "Sigh. Do we really have to do this?"

I can't believe I've had Bob for four months. We have really bonded and I'm grateful to have found him - he is a gem.

Haley and Harley D. Harley used to be a circus horse. He can do all sorts of cool tricks.

Blessed Days don't last very long so it's important to stop and enjoy them when they come along. They give us something to remember for the rest of the year.

Snotty Saddle Bums

2011-09-24T16:45:00.000-07:00

First, thanks to all who commented on my Post regarding the loss of Bear who left us peacefully without any drama. Today is a new day and although we find ourselves sad about Bear's loss we also feel a weight has been lifted because he is no longer uncomfortable.

When I purchased Bob last May, I put our Belgians, Gus and Bear, into a pasture together. I then put Poco and Bob, our saddle horses - or as my husband likes to call them, "The Saddle Bums", into a different pasture. Since that time our horses have each lived with a buddy.

Gus had paid no attention during yesterday's event with Bear, quietly eating hay out of the loafing shed feeder instead of wondering what was going on with his buddy. Recently we had noted that Gus was aloof around Sunny. Perhaps he knew what was to come.

After Bear left us we had haltered Gus up and brought him out to say goodbye to Bear. This is something we have always done with our horses after their buddy is gone. We believe it's important for them to say goodbye to their good friend and find closure. Some people think it's silly, but I firmly believe that it makes a different.

After allowing Gus to say his farewells it was now time for us to move on. We led Gus into the large pasture that the Saddle Bums have been using. Although Gus and Poco have been good friends, Gus had not been in a pasture with Bob before although they've been fence mates. If any altercations were to occur we knew there was plenty of room to escape until everybody settled down.

The usual meetings and greetings took place with Bob and Gus smelling each other along with a bit of pomp and circumstance, but that was all. Gus was happy to quietly graze. It would be interesting to see who became the alpha. This morning all was well, but:

Those Snotty Saddle Bums. Can you see them talking about Gus behind his back?

Whisper, whisper, whisper.

Gossip, gossip, gossip.

Us gossiping? No, Uh Uh! That wasn't US Saddle Bums!

Daaaaaaaaad! Tell them to quit saying mean things about me!!!

It's Ok Gus. Sticks and Stones (and your weight) could break their bones. Saddle Bums that are Snotty don't get carrots but Belgians that are nice do.

No carrots??!!!!

You Will Know When It's Time to Say Goodbye

2011-09-22T16:53:00.000-07:00

Like watching the sun set on a great day, we've probably all wanted to stop the clock and just be in the moment.

That's how the last few months have been for us because as I wrote in my Post "Preparing to Say Goodbye" (4/29/11), the time has been coming to say goodbye to Sunny Bear (Bear), our sweet and cherished, third-time-was-the-charm, Rescue Belgian Draft Horse.

It could be tomorrow, maybe next week, maybe the week after. We had no idea that it would be 5 months later.

My husband and I have turned to each other and said the time was coming. But the next day Bear would be doing better. We'd say, "Soon, but not today." Because "the day" was imminent, I didn't Post a picture of Bear on the front page of my Blog. It was just too sad for me to put up a picture of a beloved horse whose life was on such a short string.

It is said, "You will know when it's time to say goodbye".

In the past few weeks Bear has become a bag of bones, regardless of how much or what we feed him, his hips and ribs are visible. I watch him walk, he is feeble. He stands out in the middle of the pasture unaware of his surroundings.

When I came out to feed this morning Bear was down. I could see by the pile of dirt where his back legs rested that he'd been struggling to get up without any luck. He periodically raised his head. When I approached him he didn't seem upset about the situation. He took carrots from me - I left a path of them hoping they'd encourage him to find the strength to get up and eat them.

And even though my carrot plan eventually worked, I went inside and made the necessary calls followed by a call to my husband to tell him what I'd done. It's true, you will know when it is time to say goodbye...

The Perfect Camp Site

2011-09-21T15:15:00.000-07:00

Three years. It seems so long ago when I first saw The Perfect Camp Site.

My husband had suggested we take a vacation to an area where he had hunted for years. A few days before we left I had met with a retired co-worker who had offered me a part time job as a consultant for his company. It was a once in a life-time opportunity that would allow me to retire in my mid-50's.

There were others waiting in line if I didn't take the offer. I took it knowing the opportunity wouldn't come around again. We had left on our trip knowing that after almost 35 years I'd be announcing my retirement when we returned. I still recall the joy and disbelief of that decision and how the world suddenly looked different as we headed down the road.

I recall the 8 hour drive and babbling about my decision and also about Champ, our daughter's horse that I'd inherited when she'd headed off to college. I had never ridden a horse like Champ. I didn't know how to work his buttons and was in the midst of taking lessons to learn how to ride correctly. I was planning on riding in my first horse show and would be missing Champ and my lessons while we were away.

On our first trip we had stayed in a little cottage on a lake. The lake was beautiful but the cottage was run down and literally falling apart around us. After a long drive and sleepless night, my husband had taken me into the mountains so that he could show me his favorite areas.

We'd come across this beautiful camp site. I recall asking my husband to please stop and pull over so we could check it out. I stood there in awe of the surroundings, intensified by my change in life decision. We had pulled out our camp chairs and spent hours sitting in the silence of the woods.

When the time came to leave we didn't want to return to the run down cottage on the lake but we had no choice. We made a pact to return the following year with our camper so we could stay in the woods. For the next twelve months we talked frequently about The Perfect Camp Site.

Year 2. With Hank the Dog we had loaded the camper on the truck and headed back to The Perfect Camp Site.

This drive had been somber. I was retired and enjoying my new life but Champ had died six weeks earlier. I was still reeling from the sudden loss.

I had purchased Poco two weeks before losing Champ. I'd bought him as a horse for my family and novice friends to ride along with Champ and I. Now Poco was my only horse. I had no idea where Poco and I were going. I felt numb and lost.

We arrived to find The Perfect Camp Site empty and waiting for us. Stepping out of the truck I felt my sadness falling off of me like old skin.

During our stay we never saw another person. My husband told me were "cold camping". No power with the exception of our quiet little Honda generator, no water with the exception of what was in the camper, no cell phone service, no fire due to fire danger. We loved it.

We did find ourselves camp bound and if it hadn't been for the Red Ryder BB gun that my husband had grabbed as we'd left I think we would have gone stir crazy. We spent a lot of time hiking, taking turns shooting the BB gun and throwing the ball for Hank the Dog. When it was time to leave we agreed to come back again the following year.

Year 3. This year we brought our 4-wheeler.

As we drove to our now familiar destination, I commented on the changes in the past year. Still working part time and happily retired, but this year we once again had two saddle horses to ride thanks to the purchase of Bob at the end of May.

Where Champ had been a challenge and Poco was steady, Bob was fun. He pushed me a little and allowed me to grow. As the miles passed by I was already looking forward to getting home and riding Bob.

During the past year we had often commented on how The Red Ryder BB gun had been a hit. This year we had collected the tops of dog food cans so that we could make targets and have a little shooting competition. With fishing line, magic markers and a hammer and a nail, we were set to create our targets when we unpacked.

As we neared The Perfect Camp Site we once again assured each other that we would be ok if somebody else was already occupying it. We reminded ourselves that there were lots of other nice spots where we could stay. But both of us knew that none of the other spots came close to The Perfect Camp Site.

We arrived to find The Perfect Camp Site once again waiting for us with open, although very dry arms. We jumped out of the truck and turned to grin at each other. We were back!

It was amazing how quickly we got unpacked and set up.

We set up a tripod for our targets. When the breeze picked up they sounded like a wind chime.

Hank the Dog, a typical Lab. If there's water around he's in it. We loved listening to the sound of the water in the little creek. We could hear it gurgling inside the camper and periodically a fish would splash. What a nice way to fall to sleep.

The Perfect Camp Site

Before we knew it the time had come to pack up and head for home.

Goodbye Perfect Camp Site. See you next year!

Ladies Night #7: Final Night

2011-09-01T15:23:00.000-07:00

Ladies Night #7: The Ladies had all received an email earlier in the week from Rachel informing us that she'd split us in two groups and what time we should plan to arrive for our final Ladies Night.

I had been placed in the first group who were scheduled to ride in the mid-afternoon. We were returning to Fiddleback Ranch which had been set up on this night so we could all try our luck at sorting cows.

On this cool day, the first after many hot ones, I hadn't planned well. I arrived with just enough time to saddle Bob up and do some minimal ground work before we started. I hadn't ridden Bob for over a week and he was pretty fresh. I'd also purchased splint boots for Bob the day before but hadn't had a chance to try them out on him.

Bless this horse for his patience! He stood quietly while my Cowgirl Pal, Kyle helped me put the boots on. But when I went to lead Bob down to the arena it was obvious that he'd never had something like this on his legs before. His first dozen steps were comical as he raised his feet high in the air and tried to adjust to their feel. I was so grateful that he quickly adjusted to wearing them. But that seems to be Bob. He checks out what's new and once he's assured it's OK, he moves on.

Once on Bob, we lined up to wait for directions.

Rachel, our trainer and friend (Frainer) giving us a head's up on tonight's sorting, telling us to take our time and not hesitate to stop and make adjustments if our horses need it. Two sets of cows are behind her waiting in pens outside.

In the above picture I can see that Bob has already spotted the cows in the pens behind Rachel. I know this look! It's the same one Bob has when he stands in our pasture and looks intently across the fields at the cows in the distance.

Now the other horses have spotted the cows...

Here they are!

We watch and learn from those who are in the pen with the cows...

Bob and I guarding "The Hole". It's our job to make sure that the right numbered cow is the only one who gets through "the hole". We must turn back the others who want to follow and also keep those already through from going back into the pen.

In this picture there are cows immediately in front of Bob. They are trying to break through "the hole" and join their friends on the other side. I have to laugh at how intense we are! But our partner inside the pen is doing her best to move the right cow and we don't want to let her down by allowing the wrong ones to get through.

Moving our cow through the hole.

The time seemed to fly by. Suddenly it was time for us to call it quits so the cows could take a break and we could get loaded up and on our way before the next group of Ladies arrived.

There was a feeling of sadness as we all loaded up and followed each other down the road, waving out our windows to the second group who were now arriving. As we broke off on our various directions towards our homes hands waved outside open windows and truck horns honked farewell.

Ladies Night 2011 - A definite success!

Ladies Night #6: Wet Cows and No Riding

2011-08-27T13:28:00.000-07:00

We returned to Fiddleback Ranch for Ladies Night #6 on a humid and rainy evening. Tonight was an evening I'd been looking forward to for many weeks. We'd be working on moving cows, first on foot and then on horseback. We were a full house tonight with our Ladies Night riders as well as two additional guests.

Gathered in the humid covered arena while the rain dripped outside were a dozen riders on foot. My Cowgirl Pal, Lisa and I had hauled our horses in my rig. We were directed to leave our horses in my trailer until it was time to ride.

Looking around I noted two other Cowgirl Pals who have attended sorting events with me. That made four of us (and our horses) who have previously been exposed to cows. As for the remaining eight, it would be interesting to see how they and their horses reacted to this new experience.

Cows had been delivered to Fiddleback Ranch, compliments of Rachel's "significant other", Ken. Owning and operating a stock hauling business with a rodeo bull breeding business on the side, Ken had generously donated the cows for tonight. Who better to talk to us about moving cows but someone like Ken?

Initially Ken explained the various types of cows (bulls, steers, etc.) and then some of their personality traits including a cow's bubble. A cow's bubble is the space between you and a cow where your presence prompts him to move forward, sideways or to retreat. Your presence around the bubble can also halt the cow. Ultimately it is how you push a cow's bubble that makes the cow react. In addition, contrary to what some may say - cows are not stupid and can easily outsmart those who try to individually direct (move) them.

Ken demonstrated the bubble and showed us how he could determine which way a cow would move, stop, etc. We broke into two groups to try it on our own. I joined Rachel and my team up at the outdoor arena while the other team remained with Ken.

Moving them on foot was easier said than done! I'd never had an opportunity to work them on foot; I've always been up on Bob. I found I had to slow down my motions, if I moved quickly and invaded their bubble I'd move them where I didn't want them to go. I recognized and appreciated how much easier it is to move them on Bob vs on foot.

It took a long time for us to all get through moving cows on foot. As those who had never worked cows before got on their horses, Lisa suggested that tonight we sit this ride out. She pointed out that we and our horses have had more experience with cows so we should let those who have never been around cows have this night's ride. Although I was a bit disappointed, I had to agree with her. I knew I'd get more out of this evening on foot, assisting in moving cows into the arena for the rider and learning how to read their bubbles than I would on Bob's back.

And that's exactly what I did although I have to say as often as I did it, I still didn't do it as well as I would have liked. Soon there were only two riders left to introduce their horses to cows. It was dark and raining and Lisa and I found this a good time to make our exit and get our horses home and out of the trailer they'd been in (poor guys)!

I have to admit this night wasn't one of those +10's like I've had before. I felt strange not riding Bob. However, I did get more time in on foot than the others so I still consider it a good evening.

Ladies Night #7 is coming up. It's our last Ladies Night of the season. We'll be back at Fiddleback Ranch where we will actually be sorting cows. We've been separated into two groups and will come and ride at separate times. My group consists of my Cowgirl Pals who have sorted cows before. We'll be the first group to work the cows. After a break the second Ladies Night group will haul in to sort. This group consists of those who haven't sorted cows in the past.

Knowing we are breaking into two groups for our final Ladies Night means that our nights of riding together are now over. That makes me sad. I will miss the special bond with these women and the fun we've had.

Ladies Night #5: Brave Heart

2011-08-22T15:24:00.000-07:00

Ladies Night #5 was held at Fiddleback Ranch instead of the barn where we've been meeting in the past. Our new location, nestled up in the woods of the Cascade Foothills, required hauling the Ladies Night horses over to the ranch. Those who have their own "rigs" filled their trailers with those who don't so we could get everybody there.

Arriving at Fiddleback I found myself parked alone on the upper circular driveway of the ranch due to the length of my rig while everybody else parked on the lower road. Parking up there made it easy when I leave because I only need to drive forward to get out onto the road vs trying to back up. Trust me, backing up this 4-door pickup and 3-horse slant isn't much fun.

This Ladies Night would be focused on trail course obstacles. The owners of Fiddleback are active in the American Competitive Trail Horse Association (ACTHA). They had generously set up a trail course which they use for practice. On this night we'd be exposing our horses to all sorts of different obstacles. Tonight would challenge the trust between horse and rider, at times to its extreme limit.

As usual unloading Bob and getting him ready went fine until....There was the most horrible sound that came out of the woods behind us. It was like a terrible scream and was immediately followed by what I recognized as Coyotes howling in the brush, surely not more than just feet from us.

We have Coyotes here at home and they've never harmed the horses; however, their proximity had me concerned. And that prior sound...it was just awful. It raised the hairs on the back my neck and gave me goosebumps.

I looked wide-eyed at Bob and he looked wide-eyed back at me. I still chuckle at how we immediately looked at each other. Bob was checking in with me to see if it was ok and I was looking at him in fright. So much for being the leader of this team, I was just as scared as Bob! My fright confirmed to Bob that something was wrong. He became agitated at the trailer.

I hurried to get us ready and down to the lower driveway where everybody else was gathering. Tonight I was about to expose Bob to all sorts of unknown obstacles. I had planned to have our evening start out in an assured atmosphere. So much for that.

On our way down to join our Ladies Night buddies, Bob spooked at various things he encountered along the way. The coiled hose was a snake; the big rock was a monster, etc. I calmly hand walked him around the snakes and monsters until he accepted them and settled down.

Brave Heart

The Ladies broke into two teams. We would hand walk our horses through the unique trail obstacles to begin with. My team returned to the upper road. Bob didn't think that was such a great idea but back we went.

Being in the comfort of others, I felt assured. I tried my best to exhibit how I felt to Bob. In the outdoor arena we walked across a wooden bridge and over logs. Bob had settled down and did fine on those obstacles.

Brave Heart

The last obstacle was a curtain of swimming pool styrofoam noodles which we must walk through. Bob didn't like the noodles bumping against him as he passed through. He initially balked and then snorted and rushed through the noodles.

Not so Brave Heart

Each time we passed through I praised him and then turned him around and took him through the curtain again. We did this multiple times and eventually Bob figured out that it wasn't going to hurt him.

Brave Heart

I grabbed a single noodle and rubbed it all over him. Bob's eyes got big and his skin twitched but he stood still. Eventually his eyes quieted and his body relaxed. I heard the sound I love about Bob, that a big slobbering sigh.

Brave Heart

Changing places with the other team, we now went into the covered arena and exposed our horses to additional challenges. We came upon a child's pup tent with dried branches in it that rattled. Bob was curious and lowered his head to smell it and then picked up the tent in his mouth and shook it. Silly horse!

A large blue tarp on the ground with poles on top was a concern for many of the horses. Bob calmly walked back and forth over it, carefully stepping over the poles. He acted as if the tarp wasn't even there.

A passage way that consisted of two walls of tarps was met as if Bob was walking into a stall. No concern.

The big bouncy ball was rolled in front of Bob. He was curious about the ball and assumed his cow stance behind it, trying to herd it. I was concerned he might nip at it but thankfully he didn't.

A huge multi-colored umbrella awaited us. After letting Bob smell it I opened and closed it and then held it over our heads as if it was raining. Bob cocked his back leg and let out another slobbering sigh.

Brave Heart

We mounted our horses and meandered around the arena, now approaching the obstacles on horseback. Suddenly that awful screaming sound came out of the woods again followed by more Coyote howls.

Many of us looked up when we heard that awful sound. That's when one (savvy) Ladies Night rider calmly remarked, "Mules". Again the sound came down out of the woods, now followed by hee-haws and then howling.

I calmly remarked, "Coyotes".

There were mules pastured back behind the woods. As for the Coyotes, they were indeed in the brush, howling back at the mules. What was so scary earlier to me was now comical and made me grin. I had to wonder if that's how Bob felt about those noodles. I wondered if horses can laugh at themselves. I'm thinking so.

Dusk was quickly falling as we loaded up our horses and headed home. As I drove home the sky was black with just a tiny speck of bright red on the horizon of the Olympic Mountain range. A big old full moon was coming up over Mount Rainier and the Cascade Mountains. It saddened me to know that fall was just around the corner and we only had two more Ladies Nights left.

I've learned so much! This night had taught me how important it is to be the leader of you and your horse. And even if I was afraid I was pleased to see how Bob had turned to me for leadership. Lastly I was pleased to find he's the kind of horse who checks something out and once confirmed its ok, accepts it and moves on. That's the kind of horse I had hoped he'd be and I couldn't be more pleased to call him mine.

Brave Heart

Ladies Night #4: Riding to Music

2011-08-15T14:21:00.000-07:00

I've been errant on postings. Life sometimes happens and it pulled me some other directions. Glad to be back.

Two weeks ago Ladies Night #4 was focused on riding to music. Each of us had been asked to provide a song for the evening. It was a lot of fun to hear what each of us had chosen.

For Bob and I, I'd chosen the song, "You and Tequila" by Kenny Chesney. It's kinda of a slow song, where one doesn't move much quicker than a trot...just right for Bob and I who haven't gotten our wings yet at the lope.

This warm Ladies Night reminded me of a when I was a teenager. We used to have sleepovers where we played our favorite songs all night long.

As with past Ladies Nights, there were a lot of smiles and giggles over songs we'd chosen and those Rachel, our leader, had chosen for us. No pomp and circumstance with this bunch of ladies. A true sign of Ladies Night bond are how many of us who sang proudly (and loudly off key) to our favorite songs as we rode.

This Ladies Night found Bob and I a little worn out after almost ten days of hauling some place every other day. After a few hours of riding this warm night, I found I'd rather stand than sit and I'm sure Bob felt the same.

The Ladies of Night #4:

Since Ladies Night #4 two weeks have passed. Ladies Night #5 was moved to a drop in trail class. Bob and I didn't attend, taking some time off from the busy schedule we've had. However, that hasn't stopped us from having some good rides at home.

Tonight is Ladies Night #6. We'll be gathering at Fiddleback Ranch to experience their trail class. Only two more Ladies Nights left after tonight. I can see such a change in the seasons as darkness comes earlier at each week's gathering. A sure sign that Fall is on its way.

Sorting #2 - Taking Chances

2011-07-29T15:10:00.000-07:00

It's a joy to have a horse that, although isn't pleased with being taken off the pasture from his best buddy, loads up in the trailer and upon arrival at the destination, unloads quietly.

It's so nice to have a horse that although curious about his surroundings, stands quietly at the trailer while he's saddled up.

It's refreshing to have a horse that requires minimal introduction or ground work at a new destination and waits quietly while you climb on.

The above is what I believe hauling Bob to various functions every week has brought me.  The repetition has bought me very little drama when we go places.

Instead of "horsepooling" with my Cowgirl Pals yesterday, I decided to haul Bob to the local sorting event by myself. I was curious to see how Bob and I would do all alone, without other horses in our trailer and friends with us.  Would our recent bond be strong enough to take us through being on our own? This would be a good test of its strength.

I arrived at the ranch and parked back behind from my Pals, who had "horsepooled" together. There they were, helping each other, handing tack out, etc. Their horses were tied next to each other at the trailers.

There were Bob and I, alone by ourselves, doing the same.  Lots of activity around us, trucks and trailers arriving, horses being unloaded, people warming their horses up. Bob was curious and a little jumpy but heck I was the same.

To seal the deal of this day, I ran through some ground work before getting on. It settled Bob right down.  I took my chance. No hand walking him around the grounds to "introduce" him to all the sights and sounds. It was time to Cowgirl Up.

My plan?  Unless I felt my life was at risk, I would "ride Bob through it" if needed. On this beautiful day my confidence was high as the puffy white clouds in the sky.  I was up to the task.

With my trusty red mounting block beside Bob and my friend Haley available to put the block back in my trailer, I hopped on. I found the horse that in the last six weeks I've come to know - my friend Bob. We walked around and then stood quietly under a huge shaded tree in a nice breeze while we waited for the sorting to begin. Did I mention how nice it is to have a horse that stands quietly?

I'd hung my camera on my saddle and grabbed a few pictures while we waited for our next run.

As I experienced before, as soon as Bob saw the cows he became very focused on them.

My Cowgirl Pal, Barb, waiting for her next run. It was nice to be able to drop my stirrups and chat with pals while waiting for our next run.

My taking chances on Bob's and my bond paid off in spades. This event, located on my own turf was a lot of fun with lots of laughter and great humor. Many of the participants are neighbors of ours and good neighbor feelings abounded.

As Bob and I headed home I had a huge grin on my face. I took the chance to find that our bond is as strong as I hoped it would be. As I drove down the road, alone in my truck with Bob behind me, I'm sure one standing on the side of the road could hear me as I Yee-Hawed my heart out.

Heading Out: Sorting Number Two

2011-07-28T16:29:00.000-07:00

Last week I was supposed to go sorting but this is happened:

Drip, drip, drip...

Splatter, splatter, splatter....

Rumble, rumble, rumble...

Flash, flash, flash...

Do not get me wrong - as I read your Posts I know that rain is badly needed across the country and many of you are in a serious drought situation. I know you have had horribly high temperatures and that you and your animals are uncomfortable.

I feel badly because around here it's been the opposite. We've had temps in the 50's/60's/low 70's. Every couple of days we get a touch of 80 degrees. Usually this time of the year, that green lawn and pasture in the picture directly above is brown. I've never before seen it green at the end of July. If I could I'd blow some of this cool, wet weather your way.

This storm hit about an hour before I was to leave for sorting. And it just wouldn't let up. Bob was out in the pasture, soaking wet. As I scanned the horizon for clearing, all I could see were more dark clouds. So I threw on my sweat pants, which are usually stored away this time of the year and I cancelled.

What a difference a week makes!

My trailer is loaded. Fly spray, a bucket so Bob can have water, grooming box, extra reins, a spare halter/lead rope and my helmet, which I feel kinda silly wearing when I go sorting. Last time I went sorting there were two of us wearing helmets. Me and a ten year old. Thankfully, nobody made fun of me.

My "rig". I'm getting more comfortable at driving the dually and 3-horse slant (although I did just run over a curb when I went to get gas).

Although I'm ok driving my "rig" up here in the country where traffic is light and the roads are wide, there is no way I'm taking this down into the "urban area". That isn't much of a problem as I make it a point to avoid leaving my higher elevation plateau at all costs. I tell people I get nose bleeds if I drop below 800 feet for very long. You should see their faces when I tell them that - (they believe me)!

Bob and Poco. I'll let Bob think he has the day off until I'm ready to load up. I'll be joining my Cowgirl Pals for a night of sorting at a local ranch just down the road from me. A quick and easy drive (and no curbs)!

Ladies Night #3: Saddle Sore

2011-07-28T13:22:00.000-07:00

Ladies Night #3:  I am finding that I enjoy loading up the trailer with my gear and driving the truck as I head out for the day on Ladies Nights. The trailer has a nice size tack room which I keep clean and organized and the truck has every bell and whistle on it, purchased specifically for hauling our horses. It's a real joy to take Bob on an excursion.

On this day I headed out a little after noon with Bob so we'd have plenty of time to unload, locate the stall I'd reserved for him for the day and get into our frame of mind via ground work before our lesson.

The indoor arena was empty and I could tell by the footing that nobody else had been in it prior to Bob and I. There was a lot of activity in the barn that hosts the arena. Horses were coming and going into the stalls which make up the outer walls of the arena.  One horse was having a fit that it had been left behind, screaming and kicking inside the stall.

Bob's tense body and bulging eyes told me he was concerned and nervous about all of this activity and noise. Good! I wanted him exposed to all of this. He needs to learn to ignore it.

We had ample time for ground work before Rachel, my friend and trainer (frainer) arrived with two saddled horses in tow. She apologized, saying she was behind in her schedule and asked if it would be ok if she rode while she gave us our lesson.

Excellent! I have wanted her to ride with me so I can observe some of the guidance she gives me.  Sometimes I just don't get it when she tries to explain a concept to me from the ground.  I have thought that watching her on horseback demonstrate her point would be helpful and indeed it was.

Another positive - our hourly lesson lasted over two hours since she was working horses. Bob and I got in a lot of saddle time.

After I'd put Bob into his day stall to munch on some hay and take a break, I did the same. A few hours later Bob and I were back in the arena for Ladies Night #3.

Tonight there were ten of us on horseback. Rachel had used poles to design three lanes around the arena. This night was about feeling how your horse moved. We set out in the lanes at a walk and were instructed to close our eyes and try to feel our horses' back legs. As we passed Rachel we were instructed to tell her the precision of the back legs (i.e., right/left or left/right). We then tried the same thing at a trot and then for those brave enough, the lope.

I haven't accomplished the lope with Bob yet although Rachel has. My husband refers to the accomplishment as "getting your wings" and right now I'm missing mine.

It appears that Bob hasn't been loped much in his former life.  He takes off like a bullet into a full gallop, frequently on the wrong lead. During my lessons Rachel rides Bob for a period of time to work on slowing him down and finding the right lead. Initially watching them at the gallop/lope drained my confidence (me ride that??? No way!) But they are making headway and I no longer gulp as I observe. My wings will come.

The rest of Ladies Night #3 was spent riding straight lines and doing rollbacks - something Bob and I do well. This night was two hours of high concentration.

By the end of the second hour of Ladies Night #3, which made for four hours of riding for Bob and I in the last six hours, I was feeling every bit of my 50+ years in every part of my body - saddle sore.  I could tell that Bob was also worn out.  I'm sure Bob was as happy to get me off of him as I was to get off of him.

We were both relieved to be heading back to our trailer and loading up to go home.  The days are already getting shorter. We used to drive home to brilliant sunsets but now drive home in the dark. It's always a welcoming sight to see the barn lights on and my husband coming out the door to help me unload as Bob and I pull up.

Later today I head out with my Cowgirl Pals to go sorting. I'm grateful to have a horse like Bob who has opened many doors for me. As we pass through those doors I expect that being saddle sore will no longer be an issue as Bob and I get in better shape. In the meantime the lessons and Ladies Nights, along with sorting events are paying off in spades for Bob and I.

Ladies Night #2: Time

2011-07-20T14:19:00.000-07:00

I told myself this day would be spent taking plenty of time when I was with Bob. I would manage and take my time with every part of this day. No hurrying on the day of Ladies Night #2.

I took time loading my tack and Bob before heading down the road, on our way to the barn where I used to board.

Arriving at the barn, I took time to seek out my friend/trainer (Frainer) Rachel to get my stall number, reserved for this day.  Bob will spend some time in the stall between my lesson and Ladies Night #2.

Back at the trailer I took time unloading Bob before I tied him to the trailer and gave him a good grooming before saddling up.

I led Bob to the indoor arena and taking time, walked around the arena, stopping at the corners and entry gates so Bob could smell and have a good look around.

Moving to ground work, I took time focusing on backing, yielding and tossing the long lead rope all around, under and over Bob.

Soon my wide eyed Sorrel Quarter Horse had softened his eyes and was licking and chewing. I soon started hearing the big blubbering sighs that come from Bob when he's relaxed and happy. I love this about him.

Our lesson went great; I was pleased with how Bob responded.  I will take lessons prior to the next three Ladies Nights to help Bob and I move forward on becoming the team I want us to be.

Finishing up I took time to lead Bob to the huge outdoor arena where Ladies Night #2 would be hosted later in the day.

The arena was full of all kinds of jumps. I don't think Bob had ever been around jumps before. I spent time walking him around, allowing him to become familiar with their various shapes and sizes. It was very quiet and peaceful, just Bob and I, out there together, taking our time.

With a few hours to spare before Ladies Night #2, I took Bob back to the trailer to untack him before putting him into the cool stall so we could both take a break.

I was up on Bob in the outdoor arena a good 15 minutes before Ladies Night started, using time as my friend vs my foe.

Rachel had set up stations in the arena for us to work on.  Circles, side passes, leg yields, walking/trotting over poles, turns on the haunch, you name it. Whatever station Bob and I attempted, he tried his best. I could periodically hear those blubbering sighs coming out of him. They put a grin on my face, making me giggle and reach down to rub his neck.

Over 2 1/2 hours later, as the sun was beginning to set over the Olympic Mountain Range on our left, glowing gold and pink against the Cascade Mountain Range and Mount Rainier on our right, we ended Ladies Night #2.

It had been a long day for Bob and I as we walked back to the trailer to untack and load up. I took the time to give him another good grooming before loading him up.

We arrived back home as the horizon was turning dark red. What a great day spent with Bob, on an equally gorgeous day.

I'm glad I took the time to enjoy it all.

Ladies Night 2011. #1: The Beginning

2011-07-17T14:40:00.000-07:00

Note: I've retitled this Post. It was originally Posted as "Monday Nights", but I've changed the name to be Ladies Night #1. It depicts the first Ladies Night for Bob and I. When Ladies Nights are over for 2011, (which is now soon) it will be interesting go through these Posts to see how they influenced Bob and I.

Ladies Night 2011 - #1: This is our third year together. Starting with last Monday, we'll meet for the next (now 7) weeks, doing all sorts of cool and different things with our horses. Plans are for some cattle rides, trail rides, brush ups on our Eq, stuff like that.

When I returned from sorting last week I was so thrilled with Bob, my new horse. I had such a great time sorting with him. He was everything I'd hoped to have in my new horse and I couldn't wait to go sorting with him again.

But for some reason, hauling Bob up to Ladies Night last Monday evening left me with that familiar feeling of uncertainty along with a dash of dread. I kept asking myself how could I have ridden Bob in an active setting of cows and many riders on Saturday and have this feeling of concern.

I told myself I was over reacting. Heck, I'm hauling him five miles to a contained environment at the barn I used to board at. We are in the indoor arena, just the ten of us, in a quiet and controlled world. No buzzers, cows bawling, horses near us freaking out, riders making interesting noises as they sort cows. Why was I so worried?

Couldn't answer my own questions.

But my concerns were founded.

Didn't go so well.

I got there early to walk Bob around but the poor guy was a wreck. The back of the horses stalls line the arena walls. The aisle ways are cement. Poor Bob could hear the horses on the other side of the walls as they pushed around their hay or as a horse was led down the aisle. With eyes so large I thought they'd pop out of his head, Bob tried but couldn't contain his fears.

I guess Bob hadn't been exposed to this type of environment before. (Duh.)

Gotta get through this so I've decided the best way is for Bob and I to meet it head on. I'm hauling Bob up early in the day and taking a lesson on him tomorrow. I've reserved a stall for the day so he can "chill" a little plus I plan to put some miles on my boots walking him around in-between that, all prior to tomorrow's Ladies Night. Figure if I do this for the next 7 weeks that we'll come out the other side and be better for it.

In the meantime, I'm heading out sorting again this Thursday with my Cowgirl Pals. And that...I cannot wait for.

Cowgirl Pals On The Road

2011-07-11T14:30:00.000-07:00

After my recent "walk amongst the cows", this past Saturday I got the opportunity to go to a "real" sorting event with my Cowgirl Pals. We are "horse pooling" to the Flying M in Olympia, WA.

Bob, standing quietly while we wait for our ride. We'll meet the rest of the gang at the Flying M.

Upon arrival we registered and got saddled up. Rachel, my friend/trainer (frainer) in the background on Bob, Kyle on her horse Elbe. Since I'd only been to one "real" sorting in my past, Rachel took Bob out for his first run while I observed how it all worked. Unfortunately, I neglected to adjust the camera speed for these pictures so they're a little blurred.

Bob was intent on the cows, inside and also outside the pen when we waited for our next turn. As we sat outside I found he was still "on" them (if that's the right term). I could feel how tense he was. I'd reach down and pat his neck and tell him that it was ok. I liked that he immediately relaxed upon my touch; letting out a big horse sigh (I love those sighs).

I was tentative in asking Bob to respond on my first two rounds. We were clumsy together. Bob knew what to do but I was getting in the way. We weren't working as a team. I'm grateful for the guy outside the pen who spoke up a few times to give me helpful suggestions.

Bob and I soon found our stride. It just got better and better.

Bob and I afterwards, both happy with our experience.

A group shot.

Heading home after a great day, arriving late that night. It was comforting to see all the barn lights on and my husband who had stayed up, coming out to help unload Bob and all my gear. Thank you Cowgirl Pals! I had a great time.

Ladies of the Round Table

2011-07-08T22:36:00.000-07:00

On a warm summer's evening we gathered

Over a dozen of us

Called together by our mutual friend/trainer (Frainer)

On the front porch

In the kitchen

No matter where one went

The subject was the same

Horses

At dusk we met at the round table

For an incredible meal

Taking turns

Sharing stories

Our lives with Horses

Pasts and Present

Joys and Heartaches

Our goals

Raising our arms in high fives

Laughing until we could laugh no longer

Lowering our heads in sadness

Under candlelight

An incredible bond was created

Sisters in Arms

About to commence on an 8-week adventure

Ladies of the Round Table

A Day With My CowGirl Pals

2011-07-02T14:18:00.000-07:00

I've wanted to ride a horse around cows since I was a kid watching cowboys on black and white TV. My purchase of Bob has given me that opportunity. Yesterday my CowGirl Pals invited me to join them for some low-key riding with a few cows.

This was the first time I'd hauled Bob. He was a dream loading and unloading. He stood quietly while I saddled him up.

My CowGirl Pals Lisa in the white and Rachel my friend and trainer (frainer) grooming while they visit with a fellow rider.

Rachel took Bob around first for a few spins to see how he'd do.

Bob took to the cows like a duck to water.

My CowGirl Pals, Georgia and Kyle, working as a team.

My turn!!

Wheeeeee! This is fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rachel and I working as a team.

Ken and Kyle flanking me.

Bob's is looking at the cows and saying, "Don't you DARE think you can get away from us!"

Kyle and I working as a team.

Bob and I on our own. I was thrilled with Bob's performance and had such a great time. Thanks CowGirl Pals for inviting me. Bob and I look forward to joining you again soon! :)

A Ride With Poco

2011-06-26T15:31:00.000-07:00

Recently I've been spending a lot of time getting to know Bob, the Quarter Horse I recently purchased. Poor Poco hasn't been getting very much attention so yesterday I decided to spend some time with him, starting with a nice long grooming session and then a ride.

I've been working on turning my paddock into an outdoor riding area. I've installed outside lighting and will soon have outdoor speakers so I can ride to music, something I really enjoy. The space has recently been serving dual purposes - for riding and also giving Poco and Bob a break off of the late spring grass. Now that the grass is drying out from the warm weather they can stay out in the field and I get the stock tank out of there.

Hank, following behind me as Poco and I rode. My husband would open the gate and bring him out but Hank would sneak behind the barn, under the fence and then back in with me.

Here he is again - trying to be discrete about sneaking back inside. And yes, at 50+, you bet I use that mounting block!

Bob, my new horse, watching from the outside. I think he was a little jealous at all the attention Poco was getting.

Poco is the kind of horse that can sit in the pasture for months but always gives me a great ride with no issues. He is a good boost for my confidence and riding Bob, who pushes my envelope a little bit. It was a great ride on a nice day.

Tuna, the Mighty Hunter

2011-06-14T13:14:00.000-07:00

I came into the kitchen this morning to find that Tuna, our cat, had been hunting and left us a present.

The sight stopped me dead in my tracks. Whatever IT is, she has drug it in from the garage, through the pet door and laundry room into the kitchen. The rug appears to show a great struggle in fighting with IT.

I stood without breathing, wondering if IT was still alive. What in the world had gotten into our garage?

IT didn't move so ever so slowly I approached IT to have a look.

What could IT be??!!!

Tuna had caught us a (fake) coonskin hat that lives out in our garage, accompanied with some blue baling twine (on the right).

I laughed so hard I thought I'd fall over. Then I praised Tuna, who was very proud of herself.

Tuna, the Mighty Hunter

A New Horse, Part 4 - Pre-Purchase and The Decision

2011-06-11T18:23:00.000-07:00

That's me on Bob, so happy I can hardly stand it!

Bob passed his pre-purchase with flying colors. The Vet was impressed with Bob's soundness and quiet/agreeable personality. Her last comment as she was leaving was, "You've found yourself a good horse. Bob's in great shape and has the personality to match. You have no idea how many people are looking for a horse like this."

I think I do. I was one of them. I've bought horses before, purchased on gut instinct and high emotions. Most of them didn't work out because they weren't the right horse to begin with.

I took a different approach with Poco and Bob. I knew what I wanted to do with my new horse, kept my priorities to a manageable number, set an amount that I could/would pay, requested a second set of eyes from my Frainer (friend and trainer), Rachel and ended my search with a pre-purchase exam.

Lastly, after missing out on some good prospects, I moved quickly when I found Bob. As the owner noted when I went to purchase Bob and pick up his papers, she'd been inundated with calls and potential buyers were waiting in the wings in case I decided to return Bob.

Sigh! It has been a wild 3 weeks. Bob's Bill of Sale and Registration Papers are in my office, ready to go into a new folder called "Bob". Tonight Poco and Bob share their loafing shed/pasture for the first of many nights.

Life is good, very good!

A New Horse Part 3, The Last Ride Before Pre-Purchase

2011-06-10T23:12:00.000-07:00

Yesterday Rachel, my Trainer/Friend (Frainer) and I put Bob through the remaining steps of what we wanted in my new horse.

Due to EHV-1, we've had to be creative with our challenges for Bob. My agreement with his owner was that he wouldn't leave my home nor be exposed to other horses and I've kept my word. But as a result, I couldn't haul Bob off on a trail ride, nor could I haul him to join my 'sorting friends'.

With the pre-purchase exam coming up, we decided to put Bob through some experiences that one might not find on a trail ride nor going to what I call, "walking amongst the cows".

With minimal ground work Rachel hopped up on Bob and we proceeded down my mile long gravel drive. May not sound like much but riders from near and far avoid riding on my road.

As we headed out my gate we were met on the right by my neighbor's aggressive Stallion who wanted to show us how important and wild he (thinks he) is.

On the other side of the road we were met with another neighbor's dog, thankfully inside her fence. She's a Cur and comes across as very aggressive. In my morning walks I've found that with a few kind words and some dog biscuits she may seem aggressive but constantly wags her tail. Regardless, glad she's on her own side of the fence and not mine!

After we passed the Stallion on our right, Bob was next met by a herd of Mares. They charged up to the fence line at full speed multiple times while the Cur barked on the other side of the road. Bob had enough. He spooked forward a few steps before Rachel brought him back to a walk (I would have done the same thing too if I was Bob).

We proceeded down the road, leaving the Stallion/Mares behind on the right and eventually the Cur on the left. Now on the left we were met with the challenge of another bunch of Mares and a Stallion. But they are fenced away from the road and didn't seem to care much about our presence. Bob ignored them and down we went to the end of the road where Rachel turned Bob around to return back from whence we'd come.

Although the Cur continued to bark, the Mares who had charged and the Stallion who had been so pompous seemed no longer interested and grazed quietly as we went by. Bob ignored them all and seemed happy to be on a walk.

Back at the barn it was now my turn to take the ride. Down we went again and this time is was a non-event. I returned back to ride in the paddock, pleased with how Bob had responded. I took an IOU to hand-walk Bob down the road with me on my daily walks in order to desensitize everybody.

That was the last ride before the pre-purchase exam. What will the exam bring?

Shopping for a New Horse Part 2 - Test Drive!

2011-06-07T12:46:00.000-07:00

Here's Bob, my possible new horse, with my friend and trainer (Frainer) Rachel during one of our recent "test drives". I've asked Rachel to assist me in assessing Bob to make sure he's the right horse for me.

Rachel has worked with me for over two years and knows my riding strengths and weaknesses which are pretty weak right now as I hadn't been riding much since I'd brought Poco home in March of the wettest spring in history.

Bob is a Registered AQHA 15-year old Sorrell Gelding. He's 15.1 hands with a history of working at a feed lot in his earlier years. For the past eight years Bob has attended sorting events and been on many trail/overnight camping trips.

Our test drives always start with ground work. Our first drive found Bob was "goosy" and "touchy". Rachel spent most of her time on the ground desensitizing Bob and then briefly rode him. I didn't ride the first day but observed her techniques and results.

Bob hadn't been as calm as I'd like. We took into consideration that he was at a new place and isolated from any other horses for the first time in eight years. I also wondered about his diet. Bob had been getting a flake of Alfalfa and Orchard Grass at feeding time. I decided to eliminate the Alfalfa and put him on straight Orchard Grass.

We're happy to find that Bob is now much calmer. Here's Rachel doing some ground work to check on how sensitive he is.

Bob's sensitivity level has dropped dramatically (good). We find he's a willing partner, trying his best to give us what we want. He's pretty smart too. He may not know how to do what we ask but figures it out quickly and doesn't forget the next time.

Bob has a soft mouth and neck reins on a dime.

This picture is a good example of how hard Bob tries to do the right thing. From what we understand he's never been ridden in a snaffle yet he picked right up on it. Hmmm, I wonder if there might be a future for schooling shows in Bob.

Bob's gaits are smooth; he responds promptly and moves off your leg nicely. He also has good brakes.

That's one thing about being up on Bob, I can't take the pictures and Rachel is busy coaching us so neither can she. We have to settle on whomever else is there or go without them.

So far Rachel and I have given Bob a thumbs up. We'll keep working him on the ground and riding him for the rest of this week. We'll be taking him down our private gravel road and riding him out in my pastures next to see how he does. Pre-purchase is scheduled for Friday so stay tuned!

Shopping for A New Horse

2011-06-05T15:37:00.000-07:00

I've been looking for a replacement horse for Champ since the beginning of this year. It had been almost ten years since I'd gone out shopping for a new horse and that horse hadn't been for me, it had been for our daughter.

Last summer I had decided to find a horse for my friends to ride so they could join Champ and I. I met Poco at the barn where I used to board.  Guess you could say he had come to me; I hadn't gone out looking for him. This has left me as green as grass on this adventure.

I've ridden Poco this last year. He is exactly what I was looking for.  His kind spirit and gentle ways helped me mend my broken heart and get through the loss of Champ. Yet, I still wanted to have two saddle horses to share with my family and friends. So the search began.

As I've gotten older I find I feel stronger about what I want in a horse as well as what I don't want in a horse. I am not up to a rodeo every time I ride.  I know I'm a Type A rider, thinking, talking and moving quickly. I need a Type B horse that calmly takes it all in and doesn't flinch.

Then there was what I planned to do with my new horse. There are so many things I wanted to do today and try tomorrow. But the reality is what I want to try tomorow and what I want to do today are two different things. So I narrowed it down.

I knew I needed a list to help me stay on track with this purchase. Here is what I came up with:

1. A Type B horse. Steady, quiet and calm. A horse I can pull out of the pasture and ride even though he's been sitting idle for a period of time (noting ground work is always part of my ride).

2. No taller than 15.2 hands. Champ had been 16.3 hands. I would like a smaller horse. Face it, at 50+ I don't get on as easy as I used to.

3. A Gelding. I have always preferred Geldings and I live next to a breeding farm.

4. A horse that has had miles of trails and been exposed to cows. I kinda cheated by combining these into one line item but that's the background I'm looking for. I figured that if I ever wanted to do any schooling shows I could set that as one of those tomorrow goals. But today I want to be able to join my friends when they go out on the trails or to weekend sorting events.

5. Sound and between 12 and 18 years of age. My new horse must pass a pre-purchase exam with flying colors. I also want a horse that's had some age on him but also has a few years left.

I also know that I'm an emotional sucker for any horse and would throw those above items out the window at the blink of an eye, so I enlisted the help of my friend/trainer (I call her my "Frainer"), Rachel. She knows my skill level, what will work for me and what won't. I knew she'd keep me focused and help insure I got what would work best for me.

So off we went looking for horses only to find that they were either misrepresented or sold before we could get to them. Each time that happened I'd step back and regroup for a few weeks or even months.

I was in one of those regroup stages recently. I'd had coffee with a friend and told her I was going to hold off on my search until the fall. But upon arriving home there I was back up on Dreamhorse. A new listing called my attention. Hmmmm, this horse sounded exactly like what I was looking for.

He was local and the next day in thunder, lightning and pouring down rain, I met the owner and her horse, Bob. The following day Rachel, my daughter (who has been interested in this event) and I were back to ride him. We were impressed.

I asked if the owner would agree to let me try Bob out at my place. We discussed EHV-1 and I assured her that Bob would be separated from my horses (for everybody's safety) and wouldn't leave my place.

A few days later Bob arrived. Here he is checking out my horses across the gate:

Will Bob be "the one"? Stay tuned.

EHV-1 - The Sounds of Silence

2011-05-23T14:33:00.000-07:00

We live in an area with a lot of horse activity. From boarding facilities with show grounds, breeding farms, training facilities, to multiple near-by trails, someone is always hauling a horse some place.

Across the field from our house is the entrance to a popular boarding/show facility which hosts events all year long. As the weather warms up and the days get longer, they host week-long events. This is the beginning of their busy season.

The rhythm and sounds of this life surround us and we love it. But in the last week an eerie silence has fallen.

Where I usually would spot five or more horse trailers on the road when I head to town, I now don't see any. The show grounds across from us, so busy this time of year, have become silent. The horse and alpaca facilities in our area have literally closed their gates. The world that buzzes around us has come to a standstill.

The talk right now is EHV-1. I talk to my fellow horse friends and they, like me, are keeping their horse's home until we see how the situation pans out. The motto I hear and the one I also choose to take is that it's better to be safe than sorry.

Yet I wonder if things will ever be the same as I ponder the implications of this haunting silence to the world that surrounds me.

Too Hot! Everybody out of the Pool (Pasture)

2011-05-17T14:16:00.000-07:00

As spring arrives we usually pull our horses off the pastures and put them into the gravel paddock (soon to become my (kinda-sorta) outdoor riding arena).

Our area is known for having a high content of fructose in our spring grass. The grass is green. The grass is lush. The grass looks beautiful. But looks are deceiving. The grass is hot and it can be fatal to turn your horses out on it.

So usually this time of year our horses are all in the gravel pen, unhappy and bored with their surroundings.

This year I thought I'd try something different. I turned the horses out onto our large (summer) pasture in mid February instead of waiting for the end of June. I thought if I started them on the pasture while it was still winter that they'd eat down the grass and I wouldn't have to pull them off in the spring.

But Mother Nature pulled a fast one on me. My plan hadn't predicted 30 degrees yesterday morning nor the wettest winter and coolest spring in history. The wet weather followed by periodic days of sun has caused the pastures to explode with newly sprouted grass.

The horses can't keep up with the growth and I've had to abandon my plan before someone gets sick or worse. I've told my horses, "Heh, I tried - but everybody out of the pool and into the paddock."

As you can see, they are not pleased. As I work in my office these days, this is what I usually see outside my window. Glad I've got a stash of carrots in my little fridge out here! :)

Sounds of Spring

2011-05-10T23:29:00.000-07:00

Today I mowed our lawn and then sat outside for the first time this spring, enjoying the sunny weather. Yes - that's Sunny on the left. He's still with us. He's had some good days recently and so we hold off on our decision knowing that the day will come soon enough. Thank you all for your kind words on my Post about Sunny. They meant much to this family.

As I sat in the sun I listened to the sounds of spring around me. Gus and Sunny munching grass near the fence and the song of this one Robin who has graced us with (his/her?) music all day long now for many weeks. This is one proud bird who sings from dawn to dusk with such great joy that one can only smile as they listen.

I also listened to my wind chimes as they blew lazily in the breeze.

This is the first wind chime I ever got. It's got to be twenty five years old if it's a day. My Dad gave it to me years ago for Christmas.

Prior to moving here we lived close to the beach. The sound of this wind chime brings back the smell of salt water and sound of softly flapping wings as sea gulls flew over our house at dawn and again at dusk. Sometimes they would drop clam shells on our patio as they passed over.

On the other side of our yard hangs this wind chime. It was given to our daughter who "donated it" to the yard. We call this our rough weather chime. It hangs protected from most breezes and only chimes when the winds are up, usually in the winter. When I hear it ring I know we are in for strong winds and stormy weather. It makes me feel warm and cozy.

This is the most valuable wind chime I own. I call it my Bim Chime. It hangs in a place of honor outside my kitchen window. It was given to me by my little brother, who we lost to Leukemia four years ago. My brother's nickname was Bim, thus I call it my Bim Chime.

My little brother made this Bim Chime and gave it to me on my birthday. It consists of old silverware and coins, heated, hammered flat and drilled with holes. He strung the "chimes" with fishing line onto a branch off of a tree in his yard. This all represents my brother so well. He was an avid fisherman and well known Master Gardner.

Last December we had a wind storm with gusts over 100 mph. My lovely Bim Chime was swinging sideways. Afraid it would blow through the kitchen window, my husband risked life and limb, literally crawling through the high winds to take it down. Some of the pieces of silverware had been torn off and were later found in our pasture. My Bim Chime has sat outside in a tangled mess on the porch since that storm.

I've meant to untangle and hang it back up. Our home hasn't sounded the same without the beautiful music it makes. It's one of those things I keep meaning to do but then get distracted while it sits in a ball of fishing line, coins and silverware.

Today as I sat outside I untangled my Bim Chime, restrung the spoons and knives that had torn off and hung it back up in its place of honor. It immediately started chiming in the breeze. I've missed its song. It brought back the memories of the best little brother one could ever have had and all the fun things we used to do together.

There I sat, with my dog, Hank. Smelling the sweet cut grass and listening to the symphony around my house that has arrived with the sounds of spring.

Belly Up To The...Ice Machine

2011-05-09T14:36:00.000-07:00

Tuna on the left and Hank on the right, waiting for a cube of ice from the dispenser in front of the fridge.

I thought I was being so nice by sharing a cube whenever I got ice.

It was so sweet how Hank would gently take it from my hand and as he ate it little pieces would fall on the floor.

It was so adorable how Tuna would take the chips and either eat or swat them around the kitchen until they melted into little drips of water, what was the harm in that?

Ha!

I've created two ice monsters. Anytime someone gets ice from the front of the fridge, Tuna and Hank both come running at full speed. It's a race to see who gets to the front of the fridge first.

They now expect a cube of ice anytime someone pushes the dispenser. If they don't get their cherished cube, they camp out in front of the fridge and give anybody who passes that sad eye-pity me look. And they will sit there for hours.

Yesterday morning I came out to the kitchen in socks and found the bottom of my feet were wet. I was puzzled. Was the fridge leaking? Where was the water coming from?

Mr. 50+ is gone before I get up. Apparently he had been hit up for ice and had generously given them each a cube.

At our house, if you want Hank and Tuna to come, you don't need to call them.

Just push the ice dispenser!

The Honor of Being Called "Mom"

2011-05-08T12:55:00.000-07:00

Having the honor of being called Mom didn't come easy to me. At a young age I'd had surgery that ended any chances of naturally getting the title.

But miracles happen. And one happened to us when with only two weeks until birth, my husband and I were chosen to be adoptive parents. We had fourteen days to get all the studies and paperwork accomplished to receive a new born.

Miracles continued to happen when everybody we worked with made it their priority to assist us. And the biggest Miracle of all was when at the ripe age of eighteen hours, we brought our daughter home.

Thus started the honor of being called Mom.

As a young child it was Mommy. "Mommy can you rub my back?" "Mommy, I'm hungry." "Mommy, can we (I) please???" "Mommy, I falled (yes falled) down!"

As she got older I became Mom. "Mom, can you help me?" "Mom, will it hurt?" "Mom, can I please go?"

We were thrilled that our daughter liked horses. Then again, I guess she didn't have much choice. :) When she decided to join 4H and then moved on to APHA, and there were more Mom questions:

"Mom, could you please hold him?" "Mom, could you please get me a water?" "Mom, HURRY! I need my (helmet, gloves, boots, crop, hat, etc)".

And one that still brings a tear to my eye: "It's OK Mom, Charlie (above) and I will do better next year. We're going to work really hard all year long and next year we'll make it to State, won't we Charlie?"

There was the rough patch too as our daughter entered into her late teen years and what I refer to as the know-it-all period. "Mom! REALLY!!" "Yeah...Sure Mom." "Mom! Are you going to wear THAT?????!"

Those weren't such fun times. I became Mother for awhile. "Mother! Please!!!!!" "Oh and Mother, I don't want you doing (this and that)." "Mother, don't you dare (do or say this and that)."

But we made it through those times and off to college she headed. Now finishing up as a Junior, she came home yesterday, in-between finals, to go to lunch with me and then returned back to school.

I know she's working hard to keep her A's and B's in college and leaving school for even a short time right now during finals is tough. I was touched that she wanted to spend time with me yesterday. She has two finals tomorrow and knew she couldn't be here on the official Mother's Day.

But what is so neat is where our relationship has gone. I find she is no longer just my daughter, she is also my friend. We make each other laugh, we share confidences, our thoughts parallel each others.

We are back to the "Mom" stage again and it's an honor to be here. "Oh, and Mom...did I tell you?" "Mom, that is such a cool idea." "Mom, did you want to go (here or there) today?"

And the very best.

"Mom, I love You."

Happy Mother's Day!

Preparing to Say Goodbye

2011-04-29T16:43:00.000-07:00

It's sadly part of owning horses, the decision to say goodbye. It's something we have had to do before and it is something we will have to do again.

Soon.

We don't take the decision lightly. We discuss, we discuss some more, we discuss further. With each discussion pieces of our heart break as we move towards our decision and closure.

As it is with Bear, our rescue Belgian who came to us skin and bones, in such poor health that he wasn't supposed to last through the winter. We were the third party to rescue him, the other two parties failing miserably when it came to feeding him.

If there is one thing this family can do well, it's put on weight. So Bear gained weight and for the last five years we've adored this sweet, kind hearted Belgian. He rebounded and a few years ago was in good enough shape that I was able to ride him (at a walk) around our place.

The funny thing about that short ride. I'm not sure who enjoyed it more, Bear or I. There is saying about giving a horse a job. One could see how proud Bear was after our little ride. Like a peacock, he strutted around the pasture when I turned him back out. He was waiting at the gate the next day, as if asking, "Can we do it again?" I wish I would have taken him up on the offer.

Bear gets along with everybody but I think his best friend was my former horse Cisco, who we lost to colic last year. After Cisco was put down I brought Bear out to say Goodbye. The look of pain and sadness in his eyes as he raised his head after smelling Cisco - my husband also saw it. That look tore at our already broken hearts and we knew we weren't the only one that night who had lost somebody special.

But the weight will no longer stay on, no matter what we feed nor how much. At an estimated age of late twenties, the teeth are no longer plentiful and the mind is becoming confused. With each time Bear lays down in the pasture it's now a major effort to get back up. It's a long process to watch him struggle back to his feet. His step is now unsteady as he wobbles around the pasture.

And so the clock ticks and time moves closer to when we will have to make the calls that will change the rhythm of our barn.

One thing is for sure. They don't make many as sweet as Bear.

Snug and Cozy

2011-04-25T12:26:00.000-07:00

A week ago this is how our kitchen looked. Notice to the right, the hole in the floor. That's my husband on his side to the left with his trusty sazzle (I think that's how it's spelled), as he cuts out rotten floor joists. The floor inside the French Doors and surrounding areas were rotten and had to be replaced before we could have our new door installed.

We had paid for "installation" when we bought our new door. Sure, we could have put the door in ourselves but my husband didn't want to mess with it. For a guy who can hang doors in his sleep, installation was a real treat. However, installation didn't include repairing the damage from the previous doors so it was up to us to have everything repaired before our new door arrived.

This is how my kitchen looked "buttoned up" with plywood at night. With the exception of a few evenings, this plywood came off to expose the kitchen so that we could get back at the floor. We were fortunate to have very few days with rain this past week, which would have made the project more of a challenge. This side of our house gets all the weather and we would have had rain coming into the kitchen.

With the door arriving first thing Saturday morning, the big push came this last Friday. My husband took the day off and we both spent the day getting the floor project finished. At 11PM, under flood lights and totally exhausted, we raised the sheets of plywood to cover the hole in the kitchen for the last time.

This is the results of our efforts. How can I get so excited about a silly door? Well, my floor no longer sags when I step on it. I don't have to leave a towel down in front of the door whenever it rains. I don't have to take a dinner knife and wedge towels between French Doors when it's cold outside, nor wedge steel wool into the door to keep rodents out.

Today the rain is pounding outside and 45mph winds are predicted. I find after 25 years of marriage that the bond between my husband and I is as strong as it ever was. The teamwork when we work on projects is still intact with that incredible intuition as we work together. We are both proud of our efforts in this project. As the rain hits against the new door we feel good in knowing our home snug and cozy.

French Doors

2011-04-20T14:16:00.000-07:00

It's another wonderful Wednesday and only two days (39.5 hours and counting) until I can see outside onto my patio once again.

Recently we made a decision to replace the French Doors that let out onto our patio. (Sigh). I loved those doors but I didn't like the water that came inside when it rained nor the draft of cold air that came through when the temps got low or when it blew.

(Bigger Sigh.) They sure looked pretty but placing towels between them when it was windy or cold and/or on the floor in front of them when it rained had gotten old.

A few weeks ago we ordered new doors. We thought we wanted new French Doors (I sure did...at first). But by the time we placed the order, the French Doors had turned to a (boring) Sliding Door.

I had to concede to my husband, it made sense with the weather we get on this side of our house. Sometimes logical sense just beats out all the pretty's, as it did in this case.

Unfortunately, those pretty French Doors had leaked so badly that we had some rotten flooring inside our house that needed to be repaired in preparation for the arrival of our new (boring) Sliding Door, which will be here on Friday (39 hours and counting).

Thankfully my husband's background includes carpentry so this last weekend (4 days ago), he started the task of 'repairing' the floor for the arrival of our new (boring) Sliding Door.

Sometimes it's better to let things be, sometimes it's better to know what you need to find out. Saturday as he pulled up the floor I wished we would have left those old French Doors alone.

I took this picture (very quietly) with my phone. My husband was in no frame of mind to know I had a phone poised behind him. Cutting back the kitchen floor and pulling it up produced massive rot and terrible things underneath like a huge old bee's nest and some very stinky insulation from rodents.

I may live on a farm but I do not do rodents in my house. In the barn we have an understanding, they keep out of sight when I'm around and I leave them alone.

From dawn to dusk my husband ripped and sawed away rotten floor joists (new words I learned as of last Saturday). We were grateful for the dry day. Rain would have come right into the kitchen and why the logical purchase versus something romantic. (Sigh).

By Saturday afternoon I was no longer an observer but the Laborer. The Laborer is the person who fetches/carries/cleans and tries to cheer up the Carpenter. As darkness started to arrive the Laborer was getting concerned about the huge hole in her kitchen and what in the heck she was going to cook the Carpenter for dinner as everything was covered in dust.

The Carpenter assured her that he had a plan, and indeed he did - the plywood out of the beds of our trucks!

The Laborer again used her phone to take this pictures but she was reminded that Laborers are supposed to work, not sit around pointing their phone at plywood. By dark we were all boarded in only to take it all down and go back at it again first thing Sunday morning. Dinner on Saturday night? Frozen Lean Cuisines (and lots of wine).

On Sunday the Laborer was sent for purchases of odd things like metal clips and insulation while the Carpernter worked. Hither and yonder she traveled with her trusty dog Hank, by her side.

By dark the Laborer was back again next to the Carpenter, holding sheets of plywood while he once again boarded up the hole that used to host beautiful French Doors that had caused all this grief. And just like the French Doors, trusty towels were back in place to block the wind/rain (as best they could) as the wind started to blow and rain fell.

Since Sunday the hammering and sawing have been quiet. However, the Carpenter is taking the next two days off so that we will be ready when the (boring) Sliding Door arrives on Friday (38.5 hours and counting). In the meantime this is how the front of our house looks:

(Sigh). I guess that (boring) Sliding Door won't be so bad after all....
:)

Never Take It For Granted

2011-04-16T16:44:00.000-07:00

The biopsy is over. Incredibly quick and with amazingly little discomfort considering they took six biopsies from two lumps in my right breast.

The mumbling and whispers from the medical team as they removed the biopsies had left me doubting the outcome. I hadn't said anything about my doubts but a dark shadow was upon me. I was convinced the news, when it came, would not be good.

The call with the results arrived while I was out in the barn putting hay in the stalls for three uncooperative horses, which were due to have shoes in a few hours. Soaking wet, they refused to come in out of the rain and into dry stalls complete with fresh shavings, grain and hay.

The nurse who called me was very patient when I asked her to please hang on while I went into my office and pulled out a notepad more for something to hold then to write on. Frankly, I also felt the need to be seated when I got the results.

Once settled in my office I took a deep breath and said, "Ok." And she said the words I had been praying so hard to hear. "Your Results are Negative."

Oh those wonderful words! They released me from the stress I'd been carrying. They lifted me up into the clouds and everything around me seemed to lighten up.

I gushed many "Thanks" and upon hanging up found tears streaming down my face. Such a strong joyous feeling of having been given a new lease on life came upon me. A grateful feeling for the prayers I'd said, for the prayers my friends had said, and for you who read this blog who had written me and helped me keep my chin up this past week.

My dog, Hank, was the first to be told my good news, sitting faithfully next to me in the office. A phone call went next to my husband and daughter. Then text messages to the few family/friends who I had shared this with.

I then returned to my job of trying to coax my horses into their stalls but not before I did a jig up and down the barn aisle multiple times while music played full blast on the barn radio and Hank ran alongside me until we were both breathless. Someone seeing me would have thought I'd lost my mind.

But I hadn't lost something; I had found something in the joy of health and life along with a deep humbleness of knowing I'd been spared from breast cancer while others hadn't.

Never take it for granted.

This Little Nagging Thing

2011-04-09T12:57:00.000-07:00

It happened five years ago in a moment of stupidity, which seems to be the result of most horse-related accidents.

My hubby and I were releasing two horses into our paddock, putting them together for the first time. I was holding my former horse, which had just finished being shod and across the paddock hubby was holding the new member of the family.

My horse and I were faced away from my hubby and his horse. As I released my horse, I moved backwards instead of moving away sideways or forward.

I had no idea that the new horse had already started to move up behind us. My horse suddenly kicked out with both back legs. His newly shod back left hoof struck me on the right side of my breast. From there the hoof hit my right arm, which flew up from the force of the kick as if it wasn't attached to my arm. I recall air from the hoof grazing past the right side of my face, my eye and up past my temple.

It all happened in a blink of an eye. With the next blink came such intense pain, it was all I could do to stay standing.  My right breast felt as if it had been split in half. I reached up, expecting blood and gore, but my hand returned clean.

The shoer was putting away his tools, waiting for payment and to schedule our next visit. I didn't think he knew what had just happened and I sure wasn't going to let him see the pain I was in.

I went into the tack room to get his money and there I did a visual check of my breast.  It was still in one piece but was already turning purple. I grabbed the money and gave it to my shoer, telling him that I needed to go into the house and that I'd call him to schedule our next appointment.

In agonizing pain, I headed into the house and directly to the bathroom where I applied a cold wash cloth to the damaged area. There in the privacy of the bathroom, I burst into tears knowing that what had just happened could have been worse if that hoof had hit my head but that where it had hit might also have a direct impact on my future.

I lost my Mom at age 46 to breast cancer. And by how I'm made up not only physically but also internally, I'm noted as a high risk candidate for this terrible disease. I'd already had one biopsy prior to this accident and I dreaded that this incident might change my life.

I called the Doctor's office the next day to report my misadventure, concerned about the color of my breast and the implications of the injury. It always kind of irks me when I call them with a horse-related injury. I feel a strong sense of remoteness from my medical team towards my horse-related incidents. It's as if I've been hurt on the moon by aliens vs at my home by my horse. I guess it reflects a gap between those who live in the city and those who don't although we all live in the same county and pay identical taxes. Probably best to not get me started on that topic. :(

My doctor visit was uneventful. The bruise was as beautiful as a spring rainbow and took months to fade. I now carry a large mass where I was kicked, a reminder of how to NOT release a horse.

Last spring I noted a tiny lump above this mass. I scheduled a doctor's appointment which led to a mammogram/ultrasound a few weeks later.

I recall coming down with the cold/flu the day of the mammorgram/ultrasound. I was miserable and couldn't wait to get back home and into bed.  When the doctor briskly came in and told me to not worry, that it was just more scar tissue, I didn't push the diagnosis and request a biopsy, I headed home coughing and sneezing but with a lighter mind.

But this nagging little thing has continued to bother me. It's not like my other lumps, which are fibroid and painful to push on, nor is it like the mass from the kick.  I've run on the word of assurance from the radiologist I saw last year that all was well. But internally I've kept asking myself, "Is it really ok?" I've thought about going back to have it looked at during sleepless nights, but in the light of day have chosen to ignore it.

I can't ignore it any longer. This nagging little thing, initially hard to locate, has now become easy to find.  A few weeks ago I had another mammorgram. I told the Technician about my concerns and she documented it on my chart, showing me what she'd written to be sure it was accurate. She assured, as they always do, that if there was an issue that I'd get a phone call.

I got that call last week and returned for an ultrasound. This time I got my favorite Radiologist, Dr. Stuart, who had done my previous biopsy. As with my experience before with Dr. Stuart, she projected some concern at what she saw but also makes me feel assured that if there is anything to be concerned about, she's going to get to the bottom of it and take care of me.

I return for the biopsy this coming week.  Sure I'm worried but I'm also relieved that I am dealing with this nagging little thing that has been in my thoughts for the last year.  Could have, would have, should have's are now in the past. What will be, now will be. I regret that I waited to have it readdressed and hope that last year's diagnosis is accurate.

If you have a nagging little thing, please go have it checked out and get that peace of mind. That is something I sure wish I had right now.

Three Is a Crowd

2011-03-27T12:46:00.000-07:00

The first week Poco was home brought many days with nasty weather. We had winds over 50 mph along with heavy rains.  The Belgians headed to their loafing shed to get out of the weather. But where was Poco? Way out in the pasture, standing there looking confused because he could no longer see his next door neighbors.

I noticed the hay I'd left in his loafing shed was barely eaten during the day and not touched at all overnight. I also noted his water trough level didn't move. I'd like to think the water level didn't move due to the heavy rains and that Poco was drinking out of the puddles in the pasture, but not knowing if he was getting enough water concerned me.

During the daylight when the Belgians were visible, Poco did pretty well. He'd go into his loafing shed and grab bites of hay and then return to stand happily out in the pasture within sight of his new neighbors. But when the Belgians were not visible Poco wouldn't get out of the weather.  There he would stand, back to the wind and rain, head down, getting soaked to the skin and looking miserable.

I became so worried about Poco that many times I stood in his loafing shed trying to coax him in. When I could get him to come to me I'd take him inside to a stall filled with fresh shavings. He'd arrive to his Senior Feed, hay and water. He could see the Belgians in their loafing shed from his stall so he'd happily settle down to eat and drink.

But keeping Poco in a stall full time was not an option I wanted for him.  Being a firm believer that having horses outside is better for them and with pastures and loafing sheds, I really want my horses outside as much as possible. I decided it was time to give Poco a buddy to see if it would address my concerns and make Poco the happy horse I want him to be.

I brought Sunny, our older Belgian into the pasture with Poco. They had shared a pasture for a short time last summer. Sunny is a kind old soul and so I figured the introduction would be as uneventful as it was.

But now I had to contend with Gus, our younger Belgian, who voiced how unhappy he was with my decision to leave him alone. Now it was Gus who stood outside trying to catch a glimpse of his buddy, who had abandoned him.

After a few days of this I decided it was time to put everybody together. I opened up our spacious front pasture and let the three horses out together.

Herd rules are interesting to watch. I was happy to see there was no drama. Gus was happy to see Sunny, Sunny was happy to see Gus and Poco was happy to have company.

Gus immediately took the lead position; Sunny took second in command and Poco third. Poco didn't seem to care about who was in which position. He just wanted to happily graze where he could sense another horse nearby. Since then life on the ranch has settled down.

Three might be a crowd but it's achievable.

False Start

2011-03-22T00:14:00.000-07:00

I've been down the trail of looking for a new horse before. I've been down it enough to know that my passion for what I'm seeing blinds my common sense.

Thank heavens for my good friend and Trainer, Rachel Koehler. She spent most of the last week with me while I looked at one horse multiple times and online at many others. In seven days I've spun like a wind chime on a windy day as far as what I saw and what I wanted.

My first jump into the water of horse shopping started when I joined Rachel and her friend, Kori, who is looking to replace the horse she just retired.

We met to look at some horses at a barn near our homes. Upon the horses we looked at were some Mares that Kori was interested in. I prefer Geldings, especially with a breeding farm next door and Stallions on my fence line. The eight year old Appaloosa, Mick, pictured above, was a horse that caught my eye.

As soon as I saw Mick I got a huge lump in my throat. For the first time since I lost him, I had encountered a horse that brought Champ back to me. It was the inquisitive look in his eyes and the freshness in him during ground work. It was confirmed even further when Rachel rode him and I saw the shimmer of that slow, western jog. Champ's trademark.

Here was a horse that wasn't finished but had the potential to be a horse I could take sorting on Friday, to a Schooling Show on Saturday and out on a trail ride on Sunday. That was the kind of horse I was looking for.

When Rachel finished riding him, I told her that I thought this might be the horse for me (see what I mean about passion of the moment)? Thank heavens that Rachel has my number big time. She told me that we needed to come back and ride a few more times. I wasn't to worry, there was nobody else currently looking at Mick.

Rachel, Kori and I returned mid-week to ride the horses we were interested in. Rachel put Mick through his paces on the ground and then she rode him first while I watched.

When I climbed up on Mick he stood quietly. They say he has a quiet mind and I felt that. I rode in a snaffle with long parachute reins and I had some challenges keeping the reins even.

Rachel tells me that I have unusually soft hands. I found that soft hands didn't work so well on Mick as I headed into the trot and lost my seat. He was speeding up, almost loping and I wasn't ready for that. I found I needed to be in total connection with him and I struggled with that, feeling like I was pulling on his mouth.

I finished my ride but found I was unsettled by his rough trot and the feeling of losing control as we moved forward. I found it ironic that two years ago I didn't know the difference if a horse moved off my leg or not. Today I seek reassurance that I'm in control and the horse moves off as I direct him to versus shooting forward like a bullet.

I left my ride contemplating this experience and feeling a bit deflated and frankly a bit embarrassed that I flopped around the saddle like a fish out of water.

During the next two days I ran my ride over in my mind many times. Rachel suggested I get on Dream Horse and see what was up there. It didn't take me long to find a long list of horses that met what I was looking for (sorting, showing, trail rides) and that were a bit more "refined" than Mick. But their costs were higher then I was prepared to pay and Mick was a horse I could buy now. I could hear the words like a low level commercial, "Hurry! Don't Wait! Buy Now!" Ugh.

After a few sleepless nights I realized that Mick does have a lot of possibilities but he isn't "there" yet. Sure I could buy him "Today!" but I'd spend the next "Tomorrow's" with him in training to bring him to where I want him to be.

Those "Tomorrow's" would take time and cost me more than saving up additional funds to buy a horse that I could bring home and immediately take out on a trail ride on Friday, to a Show on Saturday and Sorting on Sunday.

I called Rachel and told her my decision. She was very supportive and agreed with me. But I still had this tiny voice in my head that...maybe...just maybe...Mick might be "the one".

I returned back to the barn over the weekend to meet Rachel and drop off some tack. She had brought a client with her. They were there to look at Mick.

It was a real shock to go to Mick's stall and find he now recognized me. He nuzzled me and I knew he'd remembered me from the past week. Mick was brought out and saddled up for the new client to ride. I wanted to say, "Heh, hold on! He knows me! I've changed my mind!" But I'd already declined Mick and he was open game.

I stood silently watching as he was ridden. It hurt to watch and it was no surprise that they liked him although part of me had hoped they wouldn't. When they finished riding and started talking "business", I knew it was time to leave. I discretely bid my farewells and with a lump in my throat I headed out the door.

First Ride at Home

2011-03-08T22:49:00.000-08:00

As the day came closer to leaving the barn I'd boarded at for over four years, I'd began to look forward to having Poco home with us. By the time last Saturday arrived I'd probably mentioned 100+ times how much I couldn't wait for the day to come where all of our horses would be living at home with us.

Last Saturday dawned sunny and clear, something we hadn't seen for a long time. It was the dawning of the special day, the day to bring Poco home. Mr. 50+ came with me to pick up Poco, who seemed as anxious to come home as we were to have him here. He all but jumped into the horse trailer.

On Night #1, I put Poco in a stall, letting him get accumulated to his new world. Sunday morning I slipped off his blanket and let him go out in his new pasture. He ran and jumped like a baby, obviously happy to have the space and freedom to run. It was a joy to watch.

Sunday afternoon I slipped Poco's halter on and took him with me on my daily walk. I've been pretty good on keeping up on my walks. I find myself enjoying them with so much to see along the way.

Poco wasn't too keen when we passed the neighbor's buffalo, who sauntered up to the fence out of curiosity. However, since I do four laps on my walk (from my house to the end of my road and back); by the time we were on lap #3 Poco decided that they weren't such a big deal after all.

I knew all would be ok when he exhaled his signature sigh that all is well (I love it when he does that). After our walk I gave him the rest of the day to continue to get accustomed to his new sites and sounds.

Yesterday morning was "first ride day" and I couldn't wait! I was up early to face cloudy skies and a forecast of rain for the rest of this week.  I'm pleased to find that when Poco spots me coming to the barn he comes across the pasture to greet me. Sure makes it easy to catch!

I saddled Poco up and snapped the above picture with my cell phone. I was so amped to ride that I didn't want to waste any time by going back inside to get my camera.

I started out by taking Poco on my daily walk once more.  The buffalo still initially concerned him, but not for very long. The Stallion and Mares that live next door charged their fence but didn't concern Poco one bit.

The neighbor's little dog came thru the bottom of their fence and barked and tried to hassel my dog, Hank, who also accompanies me on my walks. None of this bothered Poco (nor Hank) one bit and soon the aggressive dog decided it really wasn't worth her trouble and left us alone.

My ride was just as I hoped it would be. I've never ridden and had my dog with me.  I was worried Hank would get excited and bark at us. But Hank didn't even blink his brown Lab eyes when I hopped on. It appears Poco has been around dogs in his past life and I can tell he actually likes Hank's presence, so off we went down the same route we'd just walked.

Oh the joy! The fresh air in my face, my dog at my side, my horse happy as could be, the freedom of riding outside, it was pure bliss.

My first ride on Poco at home is now behind me. I look forward to many more rides and know now that I was so very right to decide to leave the barn and bring Poco home where he is free to be a horse and be loved on by this family.

Cow Exposure

2011-02-19T18:13:00.000-08:00

Last weekend some of my pals invited me to join them as they exposed their horses to cows for the first time or tuned them up in preparation for a sorting clinic they will be attending next weekend.

With Poco's sight issues, it's been advised I not put him in with cows as we aren't sure how much he'd be able to see.

If anybody out there has a horse with Moon Blindness that they've ridden to in cattle, I'd love to hear from you.

It was a lot of fun to watch but it was sad to not be riding, knowing that a year ago I would have been in there with them on Champ. How I wish, wish, wish (a million times over) that I already had the horse I'm planning to get.

My friends are all heading to a 2-day clinic on sorting this coming weekend. I've been invited to come and watch and probably will, hoping I'll learn from observation. But it's not the same as the comaraderie and fun it would be to ride with them!

Here are some pictures I took from last weekend:

This little mare and her rider usually jump. Neither had ever been around cows before. They were both naturals! Within minutes of being in with them, they were both having a great time.

My friend, Lisa, had never been around cows but her new horse had. The horse knew what to do and took great care of his rider.

My Friend and Trainer, Rachel - our leader.

The low key environment and laughter as well as the close interaction my friends had with their horses had me quickly sold and knowing that this is definitely something I want to join in on!

Some want to walk amongst the clouds. I just want to walk amongst the cows - and someday, (hopefully soon) I will!

Heading Home

2011-02-13T13:25:00.000-08:00

Although we are lucky to have a place where we can (and do) keep horses, we've boarded a horse a few miles from our place for the past four years.

It started out with our daughter who was showing her APHA Gelding, Champ. She needed a place with a covered arena where she could work him regardless of the weather.

We looked at many locations. One fairly new facility was located between her high school and our house. It would be convenient to stop by and work with her horse on her way home. She would then have time to get home to address homework and chores.

The proximity was good but I must say we were a bit hesitant about moving in.  The barn represented itself as a Hunter/Jumper/Dressage facility. Our daughter was riding Huntseat and Western Pleasure and not involved nor interested in those disciplines.

Yet we were impressed with the overly spacious stalls, turnout six days a week into large individual pastures and the enclosed indoor arena and space of the outdoor arena with so many lights that it made an evening football game look dim. So in we moved.

As it seems with many kids who ride, within a year our daughter decided she no longer wanted to show. College loomed ahead of her and after showing for many years she was ready to move on with her life.

We didn't pressure her. We'd seen too many kids that had been pressed to continue to ride and then turned their noses up at anything to do with horses from that point on. Horses are a big part of our life and we'd sure like to see our daughter return to them some day. So we supported her decision to quit riding in hopes someday she will return on her own.

As with many parents, once she headed off to college my husband and I were left with Champ. I continued to board Champ and hooked up with the one and only trainer at the barn who provided English and Western lessons. We clicked right off the bat. Rachel's common sense approach to a 50+ Mom who had always ridden casually, helped me overcome confidence issues and deal with an aggressive/challenging horse.

Last summer I started working with Rachel to prepare Champ and I to join a bunch of gals who were attending a cattle sorting event. But before I could get there we lost Champ to a sudden illness.

I'd only had Poco for a few weeks when I lost Champ. Now he was my main horse. Instead of moving Poco home as I'd intended, I moved him into Champ's stall and continued to board.

That was eight months ago and during that time I've struggled. Taking lessons on Poco hasn't been the same. I don't feel challenged and I miss that.

The other change has been the facility where I board.  Known as a Hunter/Jumper/Dressage barn, those disciplines had been minimal the past few years when many people moved out due to the economy. One could pretty much ride wherever and whenever they wanted.

This winter has been different.  We've had a large increase in new boarders who jump but very few who ride Dressage. It seems our barn has become a Hunter/Jumper facility.  With inclement weather outside, they need to be able to approach, jump and depart on their horses with a full course set up in the indoor arena. Trust me, one doesn't want to get in their way.

Outside trainers are coming in to provide lessons to boarders as well as clients who haul in, some arrive with pretty crazy horses.   These days when the jumps aren't up and I can ride, it's not uncommon to have lessons taking place at both ends of the indoor arena while the rest of us try to carve out space in the middle. In addition, the barn is now starting to lease out the indoor arena for various events and it's closed to boarders.

The intent of this facility has always been for those who ride the disciplines of Hunter/Jumper and Dressage.  With a large number of new boarders who jump, those who are providing training here under that discipline need the space to jump as much as they need the clients in order to generate any revenue. It's their job.

The barn needs to be able to generate revenue to keep in business. If bringing in outside trainers and haul-ins or leasing the indoor facility out will help make ends meet, then they must do this to keep in operation.

But it's left me questioning why I'm paying to board my horse when I can't ride like I used to. I'm not angry, I'm not upset. It's good to see the barn come back to life. But the fact is, it's not the life I'm interested in.

Last week I gave my notice. After four years it's time to go home where I can hop up on Poco whenever I want (except when it's pouring down rain).  Regardless of the weather, I'll still get to ride him more often than I do now.

I continue to plan for a replacement horse for Champ. But I'm returning to my roots of Western riding with goals to join friends at cattle sorting events, trail ride and possibly do some schooling shows.  I'd love to learn more about timed events like pole bending, etc. It looks like a lot of fun and will provide some good goals for me.

In the meantime I'm looking forward to seeing Poco outside my windows!

Revisiting The Perfect Match

2011-02-12T18:09:00.000-08:00

The Perfect Match.

The ultimate words for you and your horse because it means you've gotten to that inner core that we all strive for. You and your horse are 'one'. Either of you only needs to think and the other understands your thoughts.

This is the ultimate in a horse and rider relationship. I've been there with my horse, Barnie years ago; and (amazingly if you knew him) last year with Champ, right before I lost him. The span between the two events was many years. I hope I can go there again someday because once you've been you'll want to return again in the worst way.

But there is another Perfect Match.  This Perfect Match is related to medicine and the donation of one's self to help another.

There are certain times of the year that bring up strong memories of the past and The Perfect Match. The month of February is one of them.

My little brother, a fellow lover of horses and always supportive and interested in my horse life, was diagnosed with Advanced Leukemia in early May of 2006.

A few weeks after we got the news my little sister and I drove to Seattle, Washington, to the Seattle Cancer Care Alliance (SCCA), part of the Fred Hutchinson Cancer Research Center. There we were tested to see if our stem cells matched our brothers' in an effort to reverse his diagnosis.

A few weeks later I received a call that I'd been declared "The Perfect Match". I recall Yah-Hooing as loud as I could. I was so thrilled! The Calvary was on its way in three sections of Me, Myself and I. Science had chosen me to be the one to save my little brother.

As I prepared for this event so did my little brother. I had the easy part compared to what he went through. The Chemo and meds he took made him terribly sick. Yet every few days I'd get a phone call from him. He never complained and talked to me as if we were planning to meet for a special lunch instead of rolling the dice and hoping to save him. Such courage, I've never seen before or since.

June and July came and went - the perfect time was necessary for this event. I quit riding horses, worried if I should get hurt it would impact my chances to help my brother. I started walking every day, I ate only healthy foods, I went to bed early, I kept distance from anybody who was sick. I "trained" for the event.

A few weeks into August we started the stem cell process. I drove to Seattle for daily growth hormone shots while my little brother was in the hospital being prepared to receive my stem cells. After a few shots my whole body hurt and I had terrible headaches. I was thrilled. This meant the injections were working and I was producing a large amount of stem cells.

The day of the transplant came. I recall being so excited. It was a special day, long awaited and planned for. I envisioned my stem cells looking like the little bubbles in the Tidy Bowl commercials. With both arms hooked up for the transplant I repeated over and over again, "Come on, Stem Cells, Let's Go!"

My results were taken over to my brother's hospital that same day. But I wasn't finished.  I took another shot and the next day I came back for another 'draw', this time for research. It was important to give something back to those wonderful people who were helping my little brother.

On the way home from the second 'draw' I got a phone call from my little brother. He told me he was in the process of getting my transplant and that he suddenly had an urge to buy a horse. We were both pretty worn out by that time but I recall both of us laughing at his humor, so typical of him.

August passed to September and his new stem cells started growing. We were all excited. Never having an opportunity to give birth to a child, I experienced the thrill of giving re-birth to my little brother. I was a very proud Sister.

October and November came and the cells continued to grow. Things were looking up medically but my little brother didn't seem to have the same perk that he used to. I recall going over to see him on Christmas Day. He wasn't feeling well and had decided to remain at home and not join us for our usual family gathering. I recall telling him that HE was the best Christmas present I could ever have.

January brought the news that the stem cells had quit growing and the Leukemia was back. I urged my brother to go through another Chemo set and I'd donate more stem cells, telling him we'd do it again and get it right this time. He was game for a second round but by the end of January we got the news we had hoped to never hear. The Perfect Match had been too perfect and the Leukemia was back in full force. His days with us were growing short.

February was a time of many wonderful, heart-warming family dinners. My little brother would not tolerate any sympathy and I never saw him feel sorry for himself. We led by his incredible example. We held our heads high and shed our tears out of his sight. There was lots of laughter, seeing old friends, telling stories - factual or not, and trying to say everything one could think of before time ran out. The words, "I love you" were used often.

My little brother loved Cabin Creek, an old logging town on the east side of the Cascade Mountains where we all have cabins. It had always been his favorite place, it was his true home. In early February he requested to be taken to Cabin Creek. It would be his last time to travel a road he knew by heart. Family and friends stepped in to make his wish come true, clearing the road of deep snow, cleaning the cabin top to bottom so that he wouldn't pick up any germs.

At this time of the year, with four feet of snow at Cabin Creek, we all went up to spend one last weekend together. We held a potluck dinner at his cabin that Saturday night and everybody in 'camp' came down to eat. His cabin was packed with family/friends (truly all of them are family). My brother was animated and joking with everybody. You could hear the laughter inside as you approached the front door.

The next day he was exhausted. You could see how much the prior day had taken out of him. Yet, so like him, there was not a word of pity or complaint about how horrible he must have felt. With his brother-in-laws supporting him on each side, he left his beloved cabin for the last time.

The Master Gardner, Arborist, avid jokester, great guitar player, maniac driver, and fellow lover of horses, indeed all animals, passed away on the first day of spring.   He stayed true to the end, never allowing us to feel sorry for him and leading by example.

Four years have now passed since we lost him.  There are times of the year, as in February, where it all comes back so clearly. We deal with our grief and the huge hole that has been left in our hearts. Yet as time passes we can now smile at his memory, laugh at the stories, and nod our heads when we hear a certain song.  He wouldn't have wanted us to remain sad.

Not many days pass when one of us doesn't mention my little brother - such a character that he was. More than one of us has felt his presence at Cabin Creek from the soft sigh of the wind in the trees to the the shimmer of sunlight on the creek.

The Perfect Match.

It isn't always what it turns out to be. Yet to be a part of it will always be part of you.

In Loving Memory of My Little Brother, Don Stewart

The Walk

2011-01-27T23:43:00.000-08:00

Three weeks ago I decided to start walking each day. It started with a short walk in the morning before my coffee.

My coffee time is a sacred time for me. I like to sit quietly and for a better word, meditate on the day to come. I've done this for years. It's become such an important part of me that if I don't get that time I find myself disjointed for the rest of the day. My husband jokingly calls it my "Folgers Moment".

I didn't make a big deal out of this little walk. I told myself it was just a "walk". However, I felt I needed to get some exercise that raised my heart rate. I used to climb stairs when I worked, but since I retired last year I haven't really done much to work on my heart rate and I think it's important to invest in it.

I was lucky to retire at an age younger than most. If I don't do something to keep my body in shape (besides riding) then I worry my health will suffer and I'd really like to be around for a long time. Thus, I thought a nice little walk would be just the thing for me, accompanied (as always) by my Chocolate Lab, Hank.

So for the last three weeks off we go each morning rain or shine to take our walk before coffee. I started with walking up and down the hill pictured above three times each day for the first week. I increased it to six times each day on the second week.

Hank would get confused. He thought we were going inside every time I came back up the hill towards the house (he gets a dog treat each morning). Hank would head to the door in anticipation only to find me heading the opposite direction, back down the hill. He'd race to catch up with me and after the second lap, walk next to me. I think he wants to make sure he doesn't miss his daily treat.

Last week (week 2) I found it interesting that my leg muscles were stronger when I rode. It's true I've been riding a lot but it was more than just the leg muscles. My balance is better, my form is better. During my lesson my trainer noted the same. I feel better when I ride.

This week I've upped the ante. After all, it is week three and how many times can one walk up and down a short hill without someone looking out across the fields and thinking the poor women has lost her mind? So this week I've started walking down to the end of our road, starting with three laps.

Yes, it is only a walk. But I can say that I've found enjoyment in doing it. I like looking out across our fields and noticing different things along my way, I like how I feel and that I'm doing something good for my health that also positively impacts my riding. And of course there's my sidekick Hank, my good buddy, walking there next to my side! :)