With My Bare Hands

Alright, first thing’s first on this week’s update… people keep saying that I never mention Henry, even though I’ve talked about him on the last few updates. So we’re gonna start with him.

He is fat.

He is sassy.

He feels superior to all other equines.

He might be right

There’s not a whole lot more to say. He’s been hacking a few days a week, nothing major, but just keeping him in some kind of shape (a sphere, his shape is a sphere). I had his hind shoes pulled a couple weeks ago and he’s adjusted pretty well… there’s a little bit of chipping of the wall by the old nail holes, to be expected, but he’s not been footsore or anything like that. He spends most of his time either screaming at me to hurry up with his food, or eating. So ya know, there you have it. Full Henry update.

His “brother” on the other hand, has done his level best to give me an actual stroke.

he’s like “whoops my bad”

Last week he decided that out of his entiiiiiire pasture, the best place to lay down and roll was literally right next to the fence. Which he then got 3 legs stuck in. Luckily I was nearby and saw him, and even more luckily when he realized he was stuck he just laid there and waited for help rather than panicking. Still, do you know how hard it is to try to extract this giant monster horse from a fence? I quickly gave up on trying to get him out and just started pulling fence boards down with my bare hands like She-Ra. Once I got a some down he was able to wiggle his way out and managed to do it without getting so much as a scrape. Thank the gods.

You’d think he would have learned his lesson from that, right?

lols.

what the actual fuck, bro

A couple days later I came out to feed breakfast and find the fence like that. Clearly he did it AGAIN. But this time I wasn’t there to extract him, so he just demolished the fence. Yet again, somehow he’d managed to not hurt himself (Praise Be) but Jesus Effin Christ man.

For some reason he had decided that that spot was his new lounging area rather than the nice sand pit he’d dug near one corner (that was, blissfully, 10′ away from the fence). So I did what any sane person would do and switched Presto and Henry’s turnout. I don’t think Presto likes it as much over there but the sandy lounge pit feature is well away from the fence line therefore my anxiety level is marginally lower. Lord above. Why, horses? Why?

In less stress-inducing news, we had a jump lesson last week and tried a new bit. Presto has a tendency to lay on the Myler a little bit when he’s galloping and Trainer wanted to see what he thought about a short-shanked KK pelham with the world’s squishiest curb chain cover (the Equifit one). To my surprise he quite liked it. We jumped a course of showjumps and then went out to the back of the field and popped over the corner and wedge, then tested out the brakes by going for a gallop and bringing him back a few times. He was responsive and light but still seemed happy to go into my hand (which makes sense, his dressage bit is a KK). We’ll test it out a few more times to see if the trend continues.

I also started the process of getting myself and Presto’s FEI paperwork.

shoutout to FEI for changing their logo for Pride and giving all the bigots a stroke

I have always heard people complain about how annoying/frustrating/confusing the process is, and now I understand why. I think I made it 10 minutes before I quit in a fit of rage. With some help from Trainer I started to figure it out, but then realized that for some reason Presto’s microchip number never got recorded on his sBs papers/passport therefore it was never submitted to USEF either. I have not a clue what the number is. So we’re on hold until later this week when the vet will be out here anyway and can scan him and give me the number. Can’t wait to see what other fun road block pops up after that.

On a more serotonin-filled note, I made a ridiculous video of Rhett that somehow went viral in a way I was largely unprepared for. The comments are so wholesome though… worth it.

Hope y’all are having a good week!

6 thoughts on “With My Bare Hands

  1. I saw that video when it was at about 11 likes and was thinking ‘oh yeah. She’s got a viral one there!’ and there it went!

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  2. I once caught Frankie completely caught in a round bale (somehow he rolled and got stuck in just the right spot) and watched him immediately give up and just eat while laying flat out. Had to go roll it out of the way, which just annoyed him. Ridiculous creatures.

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  3. Presto has been giving you hear palpitations since the day he was born. Horses, man! I’m glad Henry is fat, sassy and working a bit!

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  4. I love that Henry is living his best life. There is just more of him to love. ❤️
    As for Presto…why?! I am not sure how you sleep at night knowing he is up to SOMETHING.

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  5. My junior hunter (roughly 100 years ago) was always getting himself stuck. Mostly in the stall. One time he got so stuck they had to take the whole wall down. And each time, he would just lay there and wait for someone to save him. I mean, I’m glad he didn’t panic… but like, STOP IT! Glad Presto didn’t hurt himself!
    My horses’ micro chip numbers are also on their coggins. Did you check there? (I only discovered this because I (GASP!) renewed all my memberships last week.

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