Month: June 2015

Last week Henry got his feet done on Wednesday, so I rode him pretty lightly that evening. Thursday I decided we’d do a conditioning hack, so I tacked him up in his ghetto fab bridle with obnoxiously awesomely bright blue reins and walked him over to the big field next door.

As soon as I got on I thought he felt a little funny, but once we got out to the road he felt better, so I figured maybe he was just a touch footsore on the gravel driveway. We made our way through the cornfield, back into the grassy field behind it, took two steps of trot, and I immediately pulled him up. He was lame. Like – felt totally crippled kind of lame.

We walked back, I put him on the lunge line, and immediately thought OMG he’s broken every bone in his body. I had to call the barn owner out there to look because my brain was screaming in terror and could not see anything but CRIPPLED in flashing neon letters. She immediately spotted either left front or right hind, so we went poking around and eventually found this under his bell boot.

I don’t know what the hell he did, but he did it with gusto. Considering he wears big thick heavy duty bell boots 24/7, that’s a hell of a wound. We pushed on it a little and he threatened to kick both of our faces in, so we deduced that this was in fact why he looked so incredibly lame. I took him in, washed it out (which was really fun because those little dried mud balls don’t wash out, they have to be picked out with your nails), wrapped it up, and called the vet. I wanted him to come out to just make sure there were no signs of infection, and so he could give him the once over and make sure no other damage was done.

The vet didn’t have a spot in his schedule until Sunday, and since I’d calmed down the hysterics by that point, I said that was fine. I cancelled my dressage lesson for Saturday, and kept coming out daily to flush it out, medicate and wrap it… it was still a little muddy out in his pasture so I wanted to leave it wrapped for a few days.

By Sunday Henry was much less sensitive about it, but I would rather be safe than sorry so I kept the vet appointment. The vet poked around, we jogged him, hoof tested him, palpated the leg, and declared that Henry would in fact live and there was no other damage to be found. He already looked significantly less lame in 3 days time… it seems he’s just a drama queen. The vet cut off the flap of tissue, I slathered some ointment on it, coated it in AluShield, and that was that.

Fingers crossed he’s better in a few days. He’s looking awfully pleased with himself right now as I shove cookies into him, poke at his foot, and then don’t ride him. Just what he needed, another vacation! Turd.

And of course I did what any sane person with a lame horse would do – mailed in my deposit for the Buck Davidson clinic in December.

Well, a horse grandma. Sadie’s baby was born last night at around 8:30pm – it’s a BIG bay colt! He looks like a little copy of mom, with the exact same little white sock and tiny speck of white on his forehead, and her trademark donkey ears. He’s gonna big a big, rangey dude. I’ll have more/better pictures later this week as he unfolds and they go outside, but here’s a few to get you started!

All went very well, it was a quick birth and he was trying to stand almost immediately. Sadie was also up quickly and passed everything in one piece. She’s being a great mom, totally loves him. You never really know how maidens are going to feel about the whole thing until the moment comes.

That brings us to the issue of who won the Baby Contest. It ended up being neck and neck. No one guessed the exact date but ONE person guessed June 26, so was only 2 days off. She got the color right and was only a couple hours off on the time, and missed the gender (don’t worry, initially everyone thought it was a filly too), but it was close enough! Congrats to ashequine! I cannot get to your blog page link so please contact me so I can get you your Riding Warehouse gift certificate!

I’m shamelessly stealing Lauren’s idea (much love to ya, girl) from last week because I thought it was brilliant. I’ve had Henry for a little over a year and half now and he’s come a long way from the obese pasture puff that walked off the trailer from Arkansas. Plus photo progressions are fun! I don’t have as many nice pictures as Lauren does, and I really struggled to remember the shows and the classes, but I think I got it. Also I didn’t want to put up a million videos so I just included a video from his very first show, and then the video from stadium at his latest horse trial.

February 2014 – 2’3″-2’6″ jumpers

March 2014 – 2’3″-2’6″ jumpers

April 2014 – 2’6″-2’9″ jumpers

May 2014 – 2’9″-3′ jumpers, 2’9″ hunters

September 2014 – eventing derby, BN

November 2014 – USEA recognized horse trial, BN

April 2015 – USEA recognized horse trial, BN

May 2015 – USEA recognized horse trial, BN

May 2015 – 3′-3’3″ jumpers

May 2015 – USEA recognized horse trial, BN

June 2015 – USEA recognized horse trial, Novice

Looking at the video from his first show, I had honestly forgotten just how horribly overflexed and balled up he used to get, and how difficult it was to fix. Nothing like cantering up to a fence thinking that your horse might not actually be able to see it. He’s much easier to ride now that his head/neck/shoulder has come up and he can keep the power coming forward. Out of all the project horses I’ve had (11, but who’s counting) I’ve never had one where I had to get the poll UP and nose OUT. Henry enjoys being abnormal.

It’s also hilarious how the coal cart jump from our April event looked a little worrisome to me at the time, and now 2.5 months later I’m like “It’s so cute and little!!!”. Perspective and miles change everything, even in a short time.

It occurs to me that I should probably go to a dressage show at some point… it’s kind of the one thing we haven’t done. Whatever. Rectangles are scary.

I was just thinking last week how sad it was that no one was really doing Blog Hops anymore… and here comes Hand Gallop to save the day, with a good one too.

“It’s fun to try new stuff and experiment with the latest goodies, but I’m curious to know what your every day tack setup is like.”

I love stuff. I especially love my stuff. Well most of it anyway. It’s taken me a long time to accrue a collection that I’m happy with.

Dressage:

Devoucoux Makila saddle – I love her. I love her so much. It seemed like it took forever to get here from Germany when I bought her on eBay, but she was worth it.

Total Saddle Fit calfskin leathers – I keep meaning to review these because I’m pretty “meh” about them, but they work.

Royal Rider flex irons – I think we’ve all heard quite enough about all my stirrups by now.

PS of Sweden Flying Change bridle – Another “love” item, especially with the blue Metallic Rock browband that now lives permanently on this bridle.

Nunn Finer Piaffe girth – finding the right dressage girth has been quite a journey… it took 5 different models of girths until I finally found one we both like.

Riding Warehouse logo dressage pad – a nice basic lighter weight everyday pad that was SUPER cheap, and I like being able to rep my favorite online tack shop in the process, so win-win.

Ogilvy dressage half pad – Henry likes his Ogilvy’s. I like my Ogilvy’s. Done.

Dressage boots – I don’t remember the brand, I bought them from SprinklerBandit. They’ve served their purpose perfectly, but I’m upgrading to these sooner or later. Because navy. He also lives in bell boots 24/7.

Bit – copper lozenge link loose ring.  That’s what he seems to like the most right now, so I go with it.

Jumping:

CWD SE02 saddle – I bought this used from France many years ago for a pittance and it’s been such a great saddle for me (and miraculously managed to fit every horse I’ve had pretty well). One day I’ll probably venture into the land of the monoflap, but for now this one is still trucking right along like a champ.

Schleese calfskin leathers – another eBay steal, many years old.

MDC S Flex irons – again,  I think we’ve all heard quite enough about all my stirrups by now.

PS of Sweden Olympic Revolution bridle – my favorite PS bridle. All the awesome features typical of PS but with classic, simple styling. It sports the Go Sweden browband… not because I’m a fan of Sweden in particular, just because it’s my colors.

PS of Sweden High Five breastplate – I always jump in a breastplate, personal preference. Usually the High Five but if I’m in a hurry sometimes I’ll use my Ovation.

random leather girth – I have no idea what brand it is, just that it’s leather with elastic on both sides, has a dee attached in the middle, and was $25 on English Tack Trader. All my favorite things.

Ogilvy jump pad – see previous note about Ogilvy’s. ❤

Bobbigee’s baby pad – I love all my custom Bobbygee’s pads.

Norton Boots – I usually put on his blue set of open fronts and hind ankles for jumping lessons, although sometimes he goes bare legged. In the picture he was bare legged because I was too lazy to walk to my car to get his boots.

Bit – He jumps in the same bit he does dressage in.

Conditioning work/hacking:

frankenbridle – my extra shitty Royal Sports head stall with a leather sidepull and fancy beta reins with blue rubber grips. It is one ugly mother effer of a bridle, but it works.

Otherwise he usually wears the same stuff that we jump in, but with the dressage boots.

Trying to take pictures of this horse alone is impossible, and I’ve learned he hates dress up. His attention span is about 3 seconds before he’s off hunting for food or glaring at me for changing his outfit yet again. The things we do for the sake of the blog…

Several of you expressed a desire to hear things from Bobby’s perspective, and well – be careful what you wish for, because here you go. Behold Bobby’s first ever guest blog post, and remember: you did this to yourselves.

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Confessions of an Epic Stepbrother (Gregory McGuire fans will like my play on words!) by Bobby

I have heard all the requests from my fans, begging asking for a blog post from MY point of view, and I’m here to deliver. FINALLY you all get to hear the real story behind Amanda, or as I refer to her (at the top of my lungs across the barnyard) “YO, CHANCE”  – which usually gets me the finger. Don’t be fooled by her quasi-friendly blogger persona… she ain’t.

There are just so many stories I could tell that show the other, untold side of our Bobby/Amanda adventures…

like the washed up two-time Olympian becoming our wannabe bestie and clearly wanting to be MUCH more with Amanda (not mentioning any nationality hopping names)…

or the story of how the ‘Course Walks with Bobby’ came about…

or Pimp cups…

or Plastic tack (WHICH IS FABULOUS YA’LL)…

But of all these delicious possibilities, I’ve actually decided to focus my first Tell All on the story of Texas Rose and Amanda’s big move up to Novice. Now she’s spoken of how bored she was at BN and pondered at great length the pros and cons of moving up to Novice at Texas Rose – she even had a couple blogs about it.  She made it sound like Texas Rose was her great decision, and hers alone. Well, I am here to tell you that’s BS.

First of all, I harassed her and harassed her to go to Texas Rose and she told me no, due to a wedding she had to attend.  It was a baseball themed wedding that was serving no cheese. NO cheese.  I repeat: baseball theme, NO cheese.

Second of all, Amanda has many nicknames for me, but her favorite is ‘Sandbagger’. It’s not my fault I’m basically unbeatable at Beginner Novice.  Knowing Amanda, the REAL motivation for moving up to Novice was for no other reason than to give justification to my nickname and to shame me into moving up as well.  She’s been showing Henry for a much shorter time than I’ve shown Halo, so mission accomplished… she’s that calculated.

Well, needless to say Amanda went to TX Rose so you can see who won that one, although I’m not sure if it was because of my persistence or if she finally acquired too many t-shirts and felt the need to show them off to people. Either way, I am the one that deserves all the credit for a successful move-up, not her. We all know she’s a shitshow when I’m not around.

On August 29^th I will go Novice at Corona – however, she threatened me with a throat punch if I am in her division. Why you so scared, CHANCE?

Hopefully the throat punch will come AFTER our ‘Course Walks with Bobby’ as I am not sure I can do head stands while coughing, and I wouldn’t want to let down my legions of adoring fans.

CHAMPIONS!!!!!!!!!!  (HONK, HONK, HONK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Cheers, bitches! Until next time…