March 2008
Back to February 2008 • Forward to April 2008 Sunday 1 March The AERC Convention was great fun - so much to absorb. I've got pages and pages of notes from the talks which I'll try and transcribe into understandable words - not sure how successful it will be since there were times when I had no idea what was being said. My particular favorite was from Dane Frazier:
Got it? So much to learn, so little brain power. :) A lot of it was stuff I already knew, but it was nice to either have it validated, or just reiterated - possibly with more emphasis so that you paid more attention. Or just have the obvious pointed out in such a way that you suddenly realised "oh yes... that makes perfect sense - so why haven't I been doing it that way all this time?" (talk about making yourself feel dumb). Many times it was funny little things that suddenly made a much bigger impact on me than they had in the past, either because I now knew more about them or because I was experiencing that particular thing. Probably the most glaring of those that I can think of off the top of my head was both John Crandell and Christoph Schork saying that they thought one of the most important - if not *the* most important - thing for a rider was to stay balanced on the horse. A while back, I thought that just mean not flopping about like a sack of potatoes. Was I balanced? Sure. I ride fairly light and don't fall off very often. I don't feel like my imbalance is hindering the horse when he's moving, I stay with him... However *this* time round I understood the phrase differently. What they're talking about is exactly what I'm *not* - one side of me is stronger than the other, so as a result, I'm NOT balanced... I just didn't know it. :) Christoph said one thing they'd done with self-assessed "balanced" riders was to make them stand with each foot on a different scales, have them close their eyes and say when they were balanced. He said sometimes these people were weighting one scales 30 lbs heavier than the other. The body lies to you and tells you you're balanced when you're not. The trade show was much smaller than in past years, and there were many vendors not present who I expected to be there (particularly Skito pads). It felt a little like a seaside town at the end of the summer at times. There were a couple of Vettec Equipac vendors and they do have a new thing where you put more squishier material next to the frog, and then add the harder stuff on top of that, so the horse's frog area can expand better, while still protecting the sole. But very fiddly to do - you needed to apply both products within a very short period of each other, so you'd need several hands to do it yourself. I managed to get home by 9:30 this morning, so will be able to ride Roo later - although it's really windy here today, so that should be nice and exciting. Could have used more sleep this weekend, but there wasn't enough time. I ended up with:
...Later on... Er... .<shifty eyes> ...kinda. I needed to sleep more than I needed to ride. But at 5 pm, I dragged myself out of bed and grabbed Roo out of the paddock and tacked him up. pft was working on his dirt bike, and right as we were leaving, me still on the ground, he came back in and Roo used it as an excuse to leap up and down à la start of Bridgeport, so we did a nice hand-walk instead <g> - and since pft came out walking with us, we just walked a mile. Roo was very happy and I could have ridden him, but since the activity was just an exercise in getting him out and having him be calm and stretch his legs, it didn't seem worth the trouble. Tuesday - 4 March Roop and I went into Auburn yesterday to get his Coggins and bloodwork. It seems that not many people around here ask for selenium checks (which surprised me) because they couldn't find the test in their books and initially came up with a price of $138 <YIKES>... after some searching, they found another lab that was only $46, which I could live with, combined with the $52 for the Coggins. The big blood panel was going to be another $114, so I decided to forego that (something to do with discovering we only had $13 in the bank) - Roo's selenium levels are the only thing I was specifically concerned about to see if there was any correlation there between selenium and his seemingly solid butt muscles. Afterwards, we drove over to the Tevis finish line and rode down the canyon from there. Roo's barefoot until Friday, so I slapped a couple of size 1 Epics on his fronts. Hopped on and thought "euwww" - he felt all weird and unbalanced and tentative (I'm thinking size 0 Epics might have been better - esp. as one of the size 1s was turned in by the time we were done - talk about looking pigeon-toed. I'll have to see if I have size 0 Epics in my bucket of boots). So we tiptoed down the trail, me thinking "I'm supposed to ride him 50 miles?? - eurk" - but much of that I suspect was to do with putting him in the equivalent of wellington boots. But my saddle felt all crooked and I was fighting to try and get over on the right side of the saddle (it seems that he's really underdeveloped on that side because I felt like there was nothing underneath me all the time) and it just felt *weird*. Too strange to feel that way after only not riding him for 9 weeks. I tried really hard to tell if he felt off or peculiar, but it was difficult because I was having to peddle him and could barely post his slow-motion trot. I was intending to only go 3 miles out and then turn around, but he was going so slowly that I ended up going all the way down to No Hands Bridge (4 miles), reasoning that he was hardly being stressed. I also got off and ran with him for a mile from Robie Point down through the Black Hole. We stopped in the middle of the Black hole to spend some time scooping the muck out of the spring there just above the creek. I've long wanted to do that, so took the time and spent a happy five minutes dragging chocolate-pudding-a-like silt out of the horse-drinking part. After grazing for a few minutes at No Hands, I turned Roop around and headed back up - and he TOOK OFF up that canyon, me clinging pathetically to the top. No, wait... what happened to the slug horse? So instead of just fighting with him, we worked on doing *fast* trot followed by *slooooowwww* trot and back to *fast* trot and back to *slooooowwww* trot - and interestingly he actually started listening to me and settle down - more than he would if I'd just continued to try and fight with him, so I might try that at a ride. He ran through the Black Hole, jumping the water bars and scrambling through the rocks (remember he's still barefoot in back) and was puffing like a puffing thing by the time I pulled him up so that we didn't both die. Gone was his tentativeness at his wellies, and his exhaustion at having to be ridden. Gone was the rather sad, weak horse I was worried about on the way down. So I think he's OK. I'd still like to get him out for 20 miles at the weekend just to really make sure, but I'm not sure I'm going to get the chance to - rain is forecast, so I might have to work around that. Chickens-B-Gone We're having a rough run of luck with the chooks - have lost three in the last couple of weeks to coyotes, including yesterday when the big red older wiser rooster disappeared (why didn't they take the trouble-maker rooster?). So no more roaming for the chooks for a good long while. I'm down to Trouble-Maker, Tiny Rooster and a single hen. :-( Thursday 6 March The other night I was lying in bed reading when I saw a shadow go past. I didn't really think anything of it - assuming it was a large moth. And then it went by a second time and I realised it was a bat - in the bedroom. Hmmm. It flew into Chili's room and finally landed on the lampshade which I was able to unscrew and hold out the window so the little guy could escape. He looked like a tiny, furry pig and was looking around all over, but didn't startle when I removed his hiding place. What was most amazing was when he flew, it was totally silent - you heard absolutely nothing. Friday 7 March Farrier Ted didn't show up at 8 am as expected - something to do with the fact that he wasn't actually supposed to be here until 3 pm, which is when he did show up. In order not to have to chase Hopi around the paddock when Ted arrived, I locked him in a stall first thing and fed him in there. Wandered off for a minute to attend to something else and turned round and there's Hopi, standing outside the barn grazing.<sigh> Farrier Ted put shoes back on Roo ready for next weekend's Rides of March 50, and then he trimmed the "i" horses - Zini, Hopi and Jacki(t). Jackit managed to be a gumby the whole time he was being trimmed, so I was frantically stuffing LMF in the front end as quickly as I could to try and keep him still. We'd worked on standing still, but somehow it doesn't seem to translate to real life <sigh>. While I was waiting for Ted in the morning, I repaired all my broken EZ boots with the fixins that I got at the Convention. The EasyCare man showed me how and it didn't look difficult - for him. Instead, I spent a morning in frustration, trying to push frayed wires into tiny spaces they didn't fit into. If I'd had wire cutter that actually cut it might have been a different story. However, inspired by reading about a woman who used to be a runway model in Europe and is now running the Iditarod and whose sled was totally mangled and she had to fix it without outside help, I persevered and finally got the stupid things fixed. Poor Mousie - When I went to feed in the evening, I found her hobbling on three legs. So much for "bringing her home to keep her safe". Truly, she must be the most accident-prone horse ever. This time it looks like someone ran her past something sharp and she's sliced her leg open just below the hock. If she was a "using horse" I would have totally freaked because I can poke my finger in the hole and see and feel tendons in there. But Mouse is Mouse, and long ago I came to accept that that's how she is and just deal with it. It took about five minutes to hobble from one end of the paddock to an isolation ward where she could rest without being "helped" by the others. I hosed the hole and packed it with neosporin, covered it with a non-stick dressing and wrapped with vet wrap and left her munching hay. Saturday 8 March Hopi was originally going to be a 100 mile horse for Dianna Chapek of Oroville, but when she realised how much of a project he was going to be, looked around at all her other projects and realised he wasn't something she needed to be doing, she passed him on. Dianna was coming down to this area to pick up a horse, I figured she'd like to see how Hopi was doing so we agreed to meet at Auburn Overlook for a mosey down to No Hands Bridge and back - and since it's his future job, it was high time he got introduced to the Tevis trail. He was trimmed yesterday all ready for his new pair of Size 2 Epics. Not having ever had a horse with feet that big before, although I had a fine selection of "0s" and "1s" and even an "00", I didn't have any "2s", so he'd never had a boot on before. Hah. I put the first one on and he immediately reared in an effort to escape from it. Hmm.. This could be interesting. I managed to get the second one on with no further histrionics but opted to hand-walk him out. We managed to get about 50 feet from the trailer before getting stuck on the first obstacle - he was determined not to go down into the rut caused by the eroded trail and clambered up the bank instead. Mucho treading on his own feet and slithering around while we got him sorted out and finally had to get Leslie and Eagle to go down ahead of us to prove it could be done. I hand-walked him about the first mile and half (lots of drop offs and I wasn't sure what he was going to do), but when he seemed relatively sensible, I got on. He was fine unless we met [omigosh] people on the trail, at which point he got very worried and would try to scuttle past them as quick as he could, going as wide as possible - which is what worried me: there's not much space to go wide on some of those trails. He did good with the creek crossings, the drop down to the waterfall (got a little on top of Eagle, but not too bad), rocks and meeting other horses on the trail. On the way back he did try to make a detour off trail up the side of the bank, resulting in nearly falling over sideways, but it would have been a non-event, since I could have just stepped off at that point. I'm hoping he learnt a little from his futzing around - he certainly felt much more confident and less tentative on the way home. He didn't manage to drink at all, but did get to eat lush green grass and roll in it after our ride (only to come home and roll in the dirt in the barn aisle - oh well). And managed to demolish the rail fence at the Overlook rubbing on it - to be fair it was completely rotten and held together with bits of pathetic wire, but all the same. All in all, I was very pleased with him (and the EZ boots turned out to be a non-event - after his initial overreaction to them, it was as though he wasn't wearing them, even through some squishy, sucky mud). Oh, and when we got home - giveaway: the automatic waterer in the Bobsey Twins' paddock was once again misplaced and spewing water everywhere. Previously we'd blamed this event on Hopi (Hopi being Hopi), but I was becoming suspicious after I managed to shot this brief, but incriminating bit of video last week: Since Uno was the only inhabitant of the paddock this afternoon when the event occurred, that does sort of give it away no matter how much Patrick tries to deny it. Sunday 9 March Leslie and I took Brandi-Apple and Roo and did 22 miles today - the furthest Brandi-Apple had *ever* gone and she looked really good at the end - unlike Roo, who Leslie gave a B for impulsion when I trotted him out - he really couldn't be bothered <g>.
Brandy with her
new clip job (which Leslie meant to touch up, But we had a good ride and Roo was sound at the end and eager to trot and canter in the last couple of miles, so I'm happy. I whacked my head on a tree really hard (was busy yakking to Leslie behind me and not paying attention to the trail ahead). Monday 10 March I hosed Mouse's leg this morning and got a better
look at the inside of the hole. I'm assuming what I can see in there is
a tendon and unfortunately it does look like she's scraped down the side
of it and it's not quite as it should be. It's not severed, but I'm
thinking maybe cut vertically and perhaps sliced off the bone? Really
hard to tell. :( Roo just before
our ride on Sunday - Mouse has now been moved to a stall in the barn, Roo's in the "isolation paddock" so that I can feed him up (not that he seems to need it :-) ) ready for next weekend. I'm bummed by the weather report -
50% chance of snow? I don't mind cold while I'm riding, but really don't
want to deal with ice over Donner Summit (I've had my quota of trunk n'
trailer crunches for the next few years). Tuesday 11 March Well, Mouse and I are never going to do Tevis. And
she's never going to play piano. :( Vet Larry Goss reckoned she probably got kicked (which makes a bit more sense) and that's what whacked the bone off. He also saw a bulge behind it that may or may not be messed up tendons. He said it was a shame, since she's so nice. Hey ho. Like I say, she'll never play piano. He is hopeful that we can at least have her be comfy again and be a happy pasture potato. He said we could do all sorts of things to find out for sure what's going on in there - x-rays, u-sounds, etc, but as I said to him: she's broken - but I don't need to spend a huge amount of money finding out exactly *how* she's broken. She's pretty happy - has lots of hay and goodies, so doesn't seem too bothered. She's now on antibiotics (15 pills, twice a day for ten days), he gave me some glop to put in the wound (seems like it's a goo-version of betadine) and said the wound should close up within ten days or so. In the meantime, cover it, wrap it, and wait and see. The only worry was if the bone chip isn't properly attached any more and doesn't have blood flow, so it'll become a "foreign body" (only he had a fancy name for it - something like succubus... not that, but like that) and so the wound will heal, then go nasty again, etc. pft says he thinks the weather will be so bad this weekend that I better *not* go to RoM (what with leaving him to grind up 15 pills twice a day and hose and glop and wrap, etc). :)) So to celebrate this news, since we were already at Cool, pft and I took Zini and Uno out for a quick trail ride and left Mouse at the trailer to sleep off her sedative. We were nearly a whole mile out when Uno took offense to the idea that Zini and him weren't going in the same direction (we'd cut across a meadow to avoid a steep downhill and were switch-backing back and forth a bit), so decided to have a hissy, plunge, then do a U-turn. Needless to say, I fell off and he went galloping across the meadow <sigh>. I was so disgusted, I wouldn't even let pft chase him. Sure enough, he stopped when he got up to the top of the hill and was totally relaxed again. I don't think he's ever going to play piano either. In fact, I think I'm going to advertise him in Bay Area Equestrian as soon as I get back from RoM. :( I'm bummed about it, since he's such a nice horse otherwise - feels so solid and comfy and is pleasant to be around - is a real sweetie Teddy-Bear type horse. But it's clear pft isn't going to ride him, so it seems pointless to continue. <sigh> I just have this sinking feeling that if we sell Uno, Hopi won't work out for whatever reason and I'll be down to one good horse and Jackit... :( Ugh poor Mousie...that sounds really gruesome and painful :( She didn't seem too worried until he was trying to
wobble her leg to make sure there was no other breakage - despite being
sedated, she still nearly fell over - I felt so bad. Sunday 16 March
Within seconds of attaching Shrimp to the new Spring Tie I'd gotten mounted on the opposite side of my trailer, he'd turned on the lights. Apart from duct-tape (which worked fine but just meant that we couldn't use the lights at all) I wonder where I can get some sort of cover or recessed light-switch to retrofit it? Monday 17 March Mouse seems to be feeling better - so much so that
she trotted away from me this evening. I'd let her out to graze quietly
while I was mucking her stall and when I went to catch her to dose her
up she trotted off (she really isn't keen on her medicine). OK, so she
trotted dead lame - but she trotted. And she's putting that foot flat on
the ground most of the time now. Friday 21 March I just got back from chasing Mouse and Roo about the neighbourhood. Since Mouse has a broken leg, she won't go far, right? Wrong. They were supposed to be grazing quietly while I mucked out Mouse's stall. But when I went to fetch them, they took off down the hill and kept going - galloping on the pavement and having a fine time. Finally I got Roo grabbed, after chasing them for about ten minutes - the whole time them going "tee hee" and running off every time I got tantalizingly close - <grrrrr>. Mouse looked a little sore by the time I got her back home again. At least today is the last day to give her her 15 x tablets twice a day. Saturday 22 March We spent this afternoon taking Uno-photos and video and finally got some good shots. For such an attractive horse, he's really not very photogenic - looks funky (and fat... ok, so he *is* fat) in about 90% of the pics I took. Uno's Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TjUPVhPXobU Frustratingly, because I'm attached through Wildblue this evening, Endurance.net won't talk to me, so I can't upload his ad. <grrr> Mouse's escapade with Roo the other night really didn't do her any good. Serves her right. She was recovering nicely before that, but is now very, very sore and basically on three legs again. I'm hoping she just put herself back to square one and another ten days of TLC will put her back to where she was, but who knows. Watching her eating this morning she was kind of parked on the good back leg. Not good at all. :( On the plus side, the wound is filling in nicely, but is still very swollen and seems to be sorer now than before - she's very fidgety when I'm doctoring it each day. We're done with the 30 antibiotic pills a day, but I'm still giving her 1 g of bute twice a day. Wonder what that's doing to her insides... :-( Sunday 23 March Well, we went to see the buckskin today and he is a very lovely boy. pft's in love. He's young, but seemingly not stupid. He has an *amazing* walk - I couldn't keep up with it walking my very fastest. We rode about five miles on some pretty steep and varied terrain and he took it all in his stride - crossing water (he drinks well), pushing through brush, going over a wooden bridge (a little hesitant, but worked through it), up embankments, separating, etc. pft was nice and relaxed on him, which was good to see. Karen says she's willing to let us have him on trial for a while, so that should be really good. Fingers crossed that we can find Uno a home soon. He's 16 hh, but doesn't seem *huge* funnily enough. He tends to keep his head fairly low and level, so doesn't seem like he's looming above you. He has tall withers, a very deep heart girth and short sturdy legs (sturdy being an understatement - I almost feel embarrassed claiming Uno has "bone" when I look at this guy). All that makes him sound stocky and squat - but he's not that either - he doesn't move like a big horse - he's quite elegant and poised. He moves beautifully... and his walk (walks? he seems to have several gears at the walk) is to die for <insanely jealous>:
He trots (BIG TROT) which is too high/full of action to be useful, but as Karen put it, he's wired to gait - he does a foxtrot and a running walk type thing. He's not super consistent with it, but I'm sure we could get him there without too much trouble. He's so malleable - he was just waiting to be told what to do and wanting to repeat it.
I have no idea. I suspect his gears will be totally different - i.e. he'll walk too fast for Roo, but gait a little too slow for Roo's "action trot". If I can get Roo to do his "100-mile trot" it'll probably work. Hopi should be better matched, although I'm pretty sure he'll out-walk Hopi without too much problem. Tuesday 25 March I had a phone call this morning from a lady in the Bay Area who really liked how Uno looked and is interested in coming to see him, but isn't sure when since she has her sister visiting right now, so doesn't want to "overdo the horse stuff" :) So hopefully she'll come back and set up a date. I rode both Uno and Hopi at home in my "arena". Uno was a complete angel and never put a foot wrong. Hopi, OTOH, was leaping about in a bad manner and I had to get off in the end because I was feeling unsafe. Perhaps I should keep Uno? (A friend suggested that maybe Uno paid Hopi to do that? <grin> ) Wednesday 26 March Today I got "oathed" as a real american, so now have to start tawkin' funny and instinctively knowing the rules of baseball and how to cook sweet potatoes at TG and other real american stuff. Me and 1830 of my closest friends attended an intimate ceremony at Sacramento Auditorium this morning, involving standing in line for 9 blocks. In all it took 5 hours, 4:45 of which was spent in line, the other 15 mins being oathed by a nice judge man. Oh and I got a special personalized letter from my friend George Bush welcoming me to the country. Thursday 27
March Aw, bummer, I blew the "third from last". It's not an easy position to get, it really isn't. Esp. when there are sneaky people out on the trail that you don't know about. *We* were the last people out, so how come Lauretta was still behind us?? Saturday 29 March The other night I thought "Hmm, I should check the Bobsey Twins' water to make sure they have enough" (had to take the automatic waterer off, because Uno kept taking it off for us). I look at the trough and see a bare, empty space. No trough. They'd removed the entire thing and it was off down the hill - I had to go and fetch it and that sucker's heavy. But it's a good toy, apparently. Sunday 30 March So I'm sitting on the fence - there are two choices of rides on 19th April that are more or less the same distance away that I could do. Do I go and do one day at High Desert in NV:
Or do I go down and do two days at Buck Meadows:
Yesterday morning, my "great idea" was
to choose Buck Meadows and take Hopi along as well, to practice camping
and hang out with Leslie's non-used-horse- However, during the night I had this terrible dream that his legs wore down to nubs above the fetlocks, so he was only 14:1 hh. And he was tied to the trailer on the off-side, so I couldn't see him, so I couldn't tell that his blankie had slipped off and hobbled his back legs and he was all freaked out. The vet came out, but didn't seem to be able to grasp the situation (the fact Hopi was missing feet and fetlocks), and suggested that I could probably still jump him (?) and that probably his stumps would turn into calluses that he could still walk on... In the meantime, Christoph Schork rode Roo in the 50, but for some reason stopped before the last loop and I was trying to figure out how fast he'd ridden Roo, and seeing as I had two hours left, could I take him and finish the ride by flying around a 15 mile loop in that time? [no]... D'you think maybe I'm suffering from horse-angst at the moment? My main aim this weekend was to sleep-sleep-sleep. I'd gotten pretty run down from the events of the last couple of weeks and just needed lots and lots of sleep. I'm just about caught up, so my goal today is to stay awake until bedtime (no naps for this girl), so hopefully I'll be back to normal by tomorrow.
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