Year: 2014

If you haven’t figured it out by now, I’m the queen of overdoing. If something can be done, it can be overdone, especially by me. Navy looks good on Henry, lets buy navy EVERYTHING. I love the helmet monogram, lets monogram EVERYTHING.  Ooo, bonnet charm… lets add that too! You get the idea. I love lots of cool little details. I also love anything from the “days of yore” – brown tall boots, rust breeches, etc.

So when I saw pictures of a few horses sporting a checkerboard quarter mark on their rumps in a derby, I geeked out. Two of my favorite things combined – old school and details! And when I found a quarter mark stencil online in the clearance section for $2, I just figured it was my destiny. Yesterday I finally had the chance to try it out on Henry and see what it looked like.

Close up

A little farther away

The one I got is called a triangle pattern, which I liked because it was a little different from your standard checkerboard but not too “out there”. It almost has a flowery or pinwheel look to the pattern.

Mine is the bottom left stencil.

What do you think of quarter marks in the derby classes? A nice finishing touch, or tacky?

 

As I mentioned a couple days ago, while Henry is my current ride, he is not my only pony. I also have a 7yo Hano/TB mare by the stallion Westporte who is away on breeding lease. Her lessee Michelle and I have gotten to be great friends and she also recently acquired (read: I may or may not have forced her to acquire) Jezebel, the mare I evented about a decade ago. Jezebel is now a broodmare and has had a couple of really stunning babies by Valentino Z (another equine love of my life that I will have to blog about some time), so hopefully she will have a couple more for us in the years to come. I have ridden and absolutely adore both parents, so I’m really excited about these babies.

Back to Sadie. I leased her dam and bred to the stallion in 2006. Originally I had a jumper stallion in mind but there was just something about Westporte that I fell in love with. Sadie was born in May 2007 and started a journey that has been pretty fun. There’s nothing quite like knowing your horse from birth, and being there for every major milestone in their life. It’s very challenging to raise one though, and GOD is it ever expensive. Whoever thinks breeding is a cheaper way to get a nice horse, I have some majorly huge bills I’d be happy to show you! But things like this are priceless…

Day old baby Sadie, napping in my lap

Luckily for me, Sadie did not get the memo that she was bred to be a hunter, because while she started in the hunter ring…

at her first show, in the PreGreen

she quickly showed to have the same opinion about hunters as I do (it’s a snoozefest), and we switched her to a jumper. She’s very honest and loves to jump, but needs something challenging enough to keep her attention, so it was a much better fit for her.

Now she is off with Michelle at Willow Tree Farm for a while to have a baby. So on Friday I loaded up my car, making the 5 hour trek to Midland to visit my “girls” – Jezebel and Sadie. They both spotted me as soon as I got there and starting mugging for treats and love. These two not only look alike, they have the same “love me. love me more. I said LOVE ME.” personality. They want treats and rubs and scratches, and they want them all while sitting in your lap. Imagine two very large needy dogs – there ya go. I almost got smooshed in between two big brown mares several times as they each wanted my full attention.

 

On Saturday I decided to hop on Sadie. Michelle has been riding her a little bit off and on just to give her something to do (Sadie is a PEST when she doesn’t have a job) but not with any regularity. She was so happy to get out, and while she is always polite about it she had a good ol’ time crowhopping her way around the ring. I popped her over a few little jumps for fun and she went WHEEEEE way over them, in true Sadie style. This mare loves to work.

I am back home now after another long drive, missing my girls, but I know they’re in a great place getting the best of care. And I get to see Michelle and her Willow Tree gang again next weekend when they meet us in San Antonio to horse show!

The girls – which one is which?

I showed up to the barn after work yesterday in a blazing hurry, trying to get Henry ridden and then get across town in time to see my fiance’s bike race at 6:15. I was trotting around the ring when Trainer pulled up and said “Want to lesson?”. I said “Well what time is it? I need to leave by 5:30”. She said “It’s 5:03”. Well sure that’s PLENTY of time (not really, but these are the things we tell ourselves)!

She set all the jumps up while I finished warming up, and away we went. The first little course was pretty much perfect. That should have been my first clue. After that I was just a bit… scattered. Crooked here, leaned there, not enough canter here, not a very well planned turn there. Note to self: if the first course is really easy, I probably still need to sit up and ride the rest of the time. But Henrypants was super good and very game for my shenanigans so we’ll call it a success in that regard. I jumped off, hosed him down, shoved cookies in his face, and away I went. I pulled in to the bike race just as his group was leaving the start line, so we’ll call that a success too.

But the most exciting part of yesterday was two little gifts (from: self, to: self) that arrived in the mail. My awesome helmet monogram from Personally Preppy and my half pad from Ogilvy! Will do full reviews on both in the near future, but for now enjoy the pictures.

 

I’m on my way out the door this morning to drive to Midland, which is about 5 hours away, to visit my mare and her lessee Michelle and my old ride Jezebel (you met her in this post https://the900facebookpony.wordpress.com/2014/05/13/introducing-henrys-human-thatd-be-me/ ). I’ll have to explain that whole story another day but have a good weekend everyone!

We actually made some progress yesterday! Well, progress might be too strong of a word. What I really mean is that it was dry enough to hack out in the grass ring. Henry was actually nice and forward and gave me some good canter work. We’ve been working a lot on adjustability (as in lengthening or shortening within ONE stride of when I ask, not within five or six or twenty) and better balance in small turns, and slowly but surely he’s getting it. He has a tendency to want to carry his haunches to the right, too, which we’re chipping away at day by day. Some days bigger and better chips than others, but even a little bit counts.

There was also a pole laying right along the rail track, so I took the opportunity to practice one of my old (beloved) trainer’s favorite exercises, which I dubbed The Countdown. Basically you’re trying to tune your eye by getting a feel for how many strides away from the pole you are. You start at one, and when you’re one stride away from the pole you say one. Then two, at two strides away you countdown two-one. Then three, at three strides away you countdown three-two-one. Then four strides away, then five strides away, so on and so on all the way up to 8. The key is that you can’t change the rhythm to MAKE your strides fit, you have to let it happen and see if your eye was correct. I’ve found that I’m really good up until 5, then pretty hit-or-miss after that. The very first time I did this exercise several years ago I was pretty hopeless past 3 or 4, so at least I’ve gained a stride somewhere along the way. I envy those people that can lock onto a jump 8 strides out and see exactly where they are. I am not one of them. What are some of your favorite go-to exercises to spice up your flatwork?

The only other semi-exciting thing that happened yesterday was that I sent in my entries for the show next weekend. We’re officially committed to the 3′ jumpers plus a double header on Saturday night of the Hunter Derby and the Jumper Classic. It’ll my first Derby as well as Henry’s first Derby, so I’m just hoping to not make any huge stupid mistakes. But yay for getting to wear my shadbelly! Plus since it’s his first time at “real” 3′, I really just want him to jump around confidently and have a good experience. He is such a simple horse that it’s easy to forget how green he really is, and that this will only be his 5th show. But I’m hoping that with no plans of grandeur or trying anything super ambitious, these are all easily met goals. Fingers crossed that going back and forth from the jumper ring to the hunter ring to the jumper ring is as easy for him as I think it will be.

Here is where I should probably explain Henry’s biggest idiosyncrasy: he is very fussy in the mouth. When I first got him I tried just about every bit imaginable but he was just tense, chompy, unhappy, and wanted to go around with his nose stuck to his chest. Some bits were more successful than others (a Happy Mouth mullen caused a borderline meltdown, yet a twisted dee was semi-successful – go figure) but he’s just not super happy about any of them. I finally gave up and moved him to a mechanical hackamore, and now he goes in a simple leather sidepull. He’s a lot more relaxed and obviously much happier. He still does have a tendency to get overflexed, but it’s not nearly as bad in a hackamore as it was in a bit. There’s nothing quite like cantering to a jump with your horse’s nose on his chest, hoping he sees it. Not fun.

Unhappy Henry in a bit (and actually one of the more successful bits, believe it or not)

Happiest Henry, wearing nothing at all

We did have decent success with that twisted dee, in that the first time I rode in it (for a derby themed lesson) he was actually pretty darn good. But the next day he was sorta fussy so I ultimately put him back in the hackamore and we decided to just reserve the bit for derbies, when he had to wear one. Our hope is that if we only use it very sparingly he will go around happily enough for the actual class. Next weekend we will get to exercise that theory. I hope we’re right.

No pictures from today but I did get a sorta entertaining video of Henry and his turnout buddy Red playing. After two days stuck inside because of the mud, I think they were just happy to get out. You have to admire Red’s very athletic play/roll/rear/buck/run technique, and Henry’s “MOM HELP ME, I’M OUT HERE WITH A LUNATIC” at the end.

 

 

I had big plans for this week. After the last horse show Henry basically had a couple weeks off due to me having non-horsey commitments, and now that we’re less than 2 weeks from another horse show (with the most ambitious classes we’ve attempted to date) it’s cram time. I cleared my schedule for plenty of riding, lots of horsey time, and a private lesson or two. Of course we all know what that means – 3″ of rain on Monday night.

But I am not one to be deterred by simple things like the weather. I figured this was a chance to make lemonade out of lemons, so I pulled out my rain boots and away I went to the barn after work. Side note: these are the fabulous rain boots that I got for $12 on clearance. They combine all of my favorite things: blue, ponies, and shoes. It’s like we were destined to be together. We’ll ignore the fact that I live in Texas and muddy days are few are far between, so in 6 months of ownership this was only the second time I wore them. Alas, I digress…

 

I knew before I even got to the barn that it would be far too muddy to ride in either of the rings. Never fear – I had a plan. There’s a nice long stretch of grass that runs between the road and the front pastures, about 10 feet wide. Even with a lot of rain it stays pretty dry, so I figured I could at least w/t/c up and down the road a bit… it was better than nothing. Plus poor pony didn’t get to go out the night before and wasn’t gonna get to go out that night either, so I thought I was being a very nice horse momma by giving him a chance to get out of his stall and stretch his legs.

As soon as I got him out it became clear that he’d had different plans for his evening in. I’m pretty sure it included a lot of napping, extra hay, and quality time with his giant new salt block. When I put him in the crossties he gave me his best “Dis be bullshit” look and proceeded to pout. (Note from Henry: “Dis really does be a lot of bullshit.”)

I got on and walked out and he instantly perked up. We walked up and back our little grassy lane once, then turned around again and picked up the trot. He thought this was GREAT FUN and proceeded to do a headtwisty thing that might be the wildest display I’ve ever seen from him. There was that one time where he was trying to buck (and failing miserably) and it took me a couple laps around the ring to figure out what in the world he was doing, but this little headtwisting display was a close second to that. Of course, he thinks he’s being terribly naughty and is so proud of his shenanigans that I can’t help but laugh. (Note from Henry: “Why is she laughing at me, doesn’t she know I’m scary?”) The thing about Henry is that he’s just such a solid guy – so steady, so intelligent, so uncomplicated, so chill about life. I never lunge him, he doesn’t need to be “ridden down”, he’s not particularly spooky, and he’s very rarely “up”. So when he tries to be wild, it’s nothing short of comical. He’s just so darn bad at it. His version of naughty doesn’t even begin to register on my Richter scale.

So I did what any self-respecting ex-eventer would do – I shoved my feet a little “home” in the stirrups, bridged my reins, and let him canter, grateful that I had decided to wear my Animo breeches with their awesomely grippy silicone knee patches. Cuz ya know, that terrifying head twist was totally gonna send me flying at any second. We went back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, cantering and trotting until he flattened out a bit. (Note from Henry: “She always knows how to take the fun out of everything.”)

What Henry thinks his wildness looks like:

What it really looks like:

 

After our little 20 minute hack we turned and walked back to the barn. Along the way we came across a nice sized puddle on the road and I, still feeling all eventery and bold, (read – delusional) decided we should walk through it. Henry gave me the big ol’ middle finger and said I AM NOT AN EVENTER, which brought me back from my daydream and we walked around it like normal jumper people instead.

All in all, it was not the day I had planned but it wasn’t a TOTAL waste. We’ll see what the rest of the week brings. Of course, we got another 1/3″ of rain last night so I guess I won’t hold my breath. Being fully prepared for horse shows is probably overrated anyway.