Author: Amanda C

After a long week/weekend in Tennessee, today Quinn and I are on the long road home.

Side note: he tried to leave with that kid when she bought some treats, because he has zero loyalty to his human, only loyalty to food. Snaks 5th Avenchew should hire him though, because every time someone so much as looked at the treats he was on his feet, ready to make a sale.

Brownland was a gorgeous show, and the whole area is really stunning. The vast landscape of green rolling hills, some wooded, some cleared for beautiful farms, is very very different from Texas. To be honest, it’s kind of sad to get in the car and leave. I have always much preferred this general area of the country to the one I’ve actually spent most of my life in.

The weather is way better too, despite the humidity. It’s not 100 degrees, with a sun so strong that it feels as though your skin is literally melting. Ah, Texas. So lovely. I’ll take Sticky over Oven any day.

But I am REALLY eager to get home to my boys. I miss Henry and Presto a lot, probably more than is normal considering it’s only been a week. Clearly I really do enjoy seeing and working with them every day. I guess sometimes it’s nice to take a step back so you can see that it isn’t just the routine that keeps you in the barn everyday, it’s the genuine love for the horses and what we’re doing.

I floated some cash at the main barn worker, asking him to hose them off and fly spray them and pick their feet, so hopefully they were still happy and well looked after while I was away. It’s about that time of year when Henry starts to broil, and the weather is definitely going to get worse before it gets better.

But even though I’m driving home to a place that feels like actual hell, I’m still ready to be there, and get back into the regular routine with the boys. A mere 12 hour drive is the only thing standing in the way.

I hope everyone else has a good Memorial Day… back to more typical blog content tomorrow! So long, Tennessee!

If you follow me on Instagram, some of you may have noticed that Quinn and I are in Tennessee this week at the Brownland horse show. No, not showing (hahaha funny)… I used a few of my abundant vacation days to come up here and fill in at the Luxe EQ trailer. Because you know you’re horse poor when you use the vacation days from one job to go work another. I’m not complaining, it works out well for me and my ever-withering bank account.

I picked up my rental car (because no one wants to drive a 16mpg truck all the way from TX to TN) on Tuesday after work, loading everything up, and my copilot and I were off. We made it to Texarkana by bedtime, then got up and drove the remaining 7 hours on Wednesday, putting us here shortly after lunch.

I’ve been to Tennessee a lot, but not this particular area. Brownland Farm is gorgeous and so is the entire area. Everything is so green and hilly. It is NOT Texas. I could definitely live here.

We got everything all set up and opened yesterday morning, so if you’re in the area, stop by and say hi. I already got to see and have dinner with friend and fellow blogger Hillary!

I don’t take pics of people as a general life rule so you’ll have to trust that Hillary is real, but can we talk about this Rose Gold set? Black and rose gold Duftler belt, black and rose gold Miss Shield. Someone please buy this so I can be cool vicariously.

I’ve also got a bunch of Motionlite jackets, approximately 9000 Cavalleria Toscana shirts, sunshirts, hats, and lots of lightweight breeches, which is good considering that it’s almost Texas-level hot and humid. (And yes, if you see anything you like in pics, I can ship it. Just saying…)

We’re here through Sunday, then Quinn and I will be back on the road and headed home. Pretty sure that if I had my horses I could just stay here forever. And the other dogs. And the cat. And I guess maybe the SO.

Don’t forget that Riding Warehouse is also having their 20% off Memorial Day sale this weekend! Time to stock up on fly spray, salt blocks, and dewormer…

Do you ever see a horse that looks so much like your own that you have to stop and do a double take? A few months ago one of my Instagram followers messaged me to say how much Presto reminded her of one of Allison Springer’s horses, Business Ben. And, um, yeah Kate you are 110% right. It’s almost freaky!

The markings, the color, the face shape, the build… he’s really really similar looking to Presto. And yes that photo is from Allison’s Facebook page because I’ve turned into a legit stalker with this horse now. Not sorry.

Ben is an 8yo full Thoroughbred that came up through and had some success at the YEH program. He had the 4th highest jumping score in the country at Championships as a 4yo and is now competing at the 2* level. I would be 0% upset if Presto decided to take after Ben not only in looks but also in talent and aptitude.

Henry also has an upper level eventer doppelgänger of his own, except – and this should come as no surprise – his is a mare.

The first time I ever really got a good look at Daniela Moguel’s 4* mare Cecilia was at her Rolex debut. Watching her go around XC was like watching a (much more talented) copy of Henry. Her slightly downhill build, her overall demeanor, and especially her facial expressions… dead ringer for Henry.

She too has the happiest XC face in all the land.

And she too is really fed up with all the rest of your bullshit.

Her resting mare face is almost as good as Henry’s.

Almost.

It’s too cute. She’s Henry’s long lost twin, and yet somehow despite the fact that they’re both TB, they really don’t share any common bloodlines in the first several generations. And yes, of course I stalk and root for Cecilia as well. How could I not, with a face like that?

Do your horses have doppelgängers too?

As promised on Monday, I wanted to circle back and discuss “The Tree of Knowledge” that Presto spent many hours tied to last weekend.

The practice of tying horses out alone is an old one. The cowboy set in particular has been doing this for a long time. Sometimes they use a telephone pole set into the ground, sometimes it’s a special metal pole high tie, sometimes you’ll see someone sling the rope over the rafter of an indoor, and sometimes, if you’ve got a good tree, you can use that too.

The important part is that the horse is tied to a point that is high – above it’s head. This way they can move around however they want and not become entangled, but they also can’t get any leverage to really hurt themselves if they go to pull back. A horse that’s tied at body level can break just about any tie apparatus and do a lot of damage to it’s neck/back, just because the force it can exert at that angle is tremendous. A horse that’s tied to something well above it’s head can’t get much leverage at all.

The point of it is not to torture the horse by leaving it tied for hours, it’s to teach the horse a) to tie reliably, b) patience, c) how to self-soothe.

To me it’s extremely important that any of my horses be able to tie reliably, and be able to be left unattended for at least brief periods of time. This is a skill that, for my lifestyle, is absolutely vital. A horse that can’t do this will eventually get himself or his human into trouble one day, and likely hurt himself in the process. Teaching a horse to tie reliably, from a young age, is doing that horse a real service for the rest of his life, IMO.

It’s also extremely important that a horse learns that once he’s tied, he may as well just stand there and chill. As soon as they’re tied they should put it in park, take a breath, and wait for something else to happen, whenever that may be. Not on their schedule, but on mine. No pawing, no dancing back and forth, no pulling back when they decide they’re done waiting. And more importantly, no worrying about what else might be going on around them. Rudeness and tantrums get you nowhere.

They also learn that no matter what happens or how they act, no one is going to come get them. They might be stressed out about it at first, but over time they figure out that their shenanigans don’t work, so they may as well just relax. That’s self-soothing. They’re not getting their relief from another horse, or from a human… they’re using their own brains to realize that they’re okay by themselves. That’s a skill that goes a long way in getting a horse to be more confident in all aspects of it’s life.

I was first introduced to this concept when Sadie went off to the cowboy for breaking. She was NOT reliable about standing tied, and had learned that she could sit back and break just about anything. It really stemmed from the fact that she was just unsure of herself in general and lacked confidence, especially when she was alone. When she got to the breaker she spent many hours tied to his patience tree, especially those first couple weeks. She pawed, she paced, she had temper tantrums, she attacked the tree, she tried to pull back, she tried to lay down, and made a general menace of herself. And you know what happened?

Nothing.

No matter what she did, she was still standing there at that tree by herself. It didn’t take long before he could take her out to the tree and she would just stand there quietly in the shade until he came back, content to take a nap. She didn’t just learn how to tie or how to be patient, she learned how to simply exist within herself, not relying on outside comfort. The lessons went a lot deeper than tying. I made a mistake by not teaching her those things earlier in her life, and I’m not going to repeat it with her son.

I am a big fan of the concept of patience trees, or as I like to call it, “The Tree of Knowledge”. Because it’s not really just about patience at all.

I still come across people that think leaving a horse standing tied for hours is inhumane. If the horse is standing with it’s head tied high (ie no slack in the rope, forcing the horse to hold it’s head higher than it normally would), or if the horse is left all day with no water, or if it’s unbearably hot and there’s no shade – then I would agree. But if the horse has no real reason to be physically uncomfortable, then he has no reason to be upset about being tied. He’s more comfortable standing there than he would be standing for hours in a trailer, yet we don’t think trailering is inhumane (ok, I’m sure someone out there does…).

Presto spent about 3 hours each day tied to the tree. At first he was quite mad. He’s pretty solid about being tied so I never saw him try to sit back, but he has not yet learned that the world doesn’t revolve around him and boy did he pace and paw. Eventually the behaviors started to lessen, and he began to accept his fate. He didn’t perfect his patience skills just in those two days, but I think he definitely learned a little bit about how things don’t always operate on his terms. The barn owner built me a high tie in the indoor at home that he will soon become well acquainted with, but I wanted him to log his first few hours on the tree – my favorite place to tie.

I also would not have put him out there if he hadn’t learned some basic ground rules beforehand. First and foremost, he had to know how to give to pressure. I don’t think you should ever tie a horse (anywhere, under any circumstances) that doesn’t understand the very basics of yielding to pressure. He’s also been required to stand tied for decent periods of time with me in attendance, so standing still isn’t a foreign concept either. We built up to it in a way that I felt was fair to him. The only thing different was that this time he had to do it alone.

Some people don’t agree with this approach, and that’s ok. Different strokes for different folks. But for me it’s been a really valuable method that has made a big difference in my horses, and that’s why I do it. At the end of the day, it’s my responsibility to make the horse into a solid citizen, and that’s a responsibility that I don’t take lightly at all, especially considering I’m the entire reason this horse is even on this planet in the first place. I’ll do the best I can with the lessons I’ve learned from past mistakes, and hope that he learns what he needs in order to have the best possible life, no matter what.

As exciting as Presto’s version of our weekend adventure was (at least the water jump parts of it), Henry’s was a little bit more grown up and serious.

He is such a grump about sharing his trailer, I swear. Every time I looked in the rearview mirror to check on them, Presto was blissfully tearing chunks of hay out of the net and Henry was just standing there staring straight ahead, ears half pinned. He likes to act as if he doesn’t like Presto, but let me tell you who was the first one neighing for his long lost BFF when we got there and I left Presto tied to the tree.

First up on Saturday was a quick and very sweaty dressage lesson. Since bringing Presto home I’ve temporarily stopped our regular every-other-week lessons at the dressage barn near me, just until I feel a little less squeamish about writing that double board check. It’s been a couple months since we had a lesson, and a really really really long time since we had a dressage lesson with my regular eventing trainer. I swear, she is meaner than the nice dressage trainer man at home. He is really good at making me always stay calm and patient, but she doesn’t let me get complacent. It’s kind of a nice balance.

The main focus of the lesson was getting Henry extra forward and in front of my leg, something that has kind of always been an issue. I know I don’t always ask him for as much as I really can, and he’s perfectly happy to bumble around putting forth as little effort as possible. She made us trot and canter our big jiggly butts off. It’s almost like I need to get him a little too forward for a while, until he’s seeking to be a bit more forward-moving on his own. He was definitely in front of the leg, and shockingly (I know, right?) everything was a lot better. We’ve got homework. It’s called impulsion.

After that was when we went and grabbed Presto and ponied him over to the water. Honestly I can’t decide if my favorite part of that whole scene was watching Presto flop himself down in to the water repeatedly like a baby hippopotamus, or seeing Henry’s face on the video.

Poor Henny. His life is really hard, y’all. Somebody call the ASPCA.

Sunday was the “clear round” jumper show, which started with crossrails and went up throughout the day. In the morning I just hung out and watched and helped jump crew a bit, and stayed within eyeshot of Presto hanging out at his tree. He was hardcore glaring at me while I pretended not to notice. Y’all think Henny has good mareglare… you ain’t seen nothin yet.

Around 11 I went up and grabbed Henry to tack him up. The plan was to do one Training round and one Prelim round. I haven’t really been jumping him at home much at all… the ground has been a bit too hard for my taste, so we’ve just been hopping over a handful of little fences once a week, at most. It would definitely benefit my riding to be able to jump more, but it’s more important to save Henry’s legs and feet. He knows his job pretty well by now. It does mean I’m a bit rusty though, especially at full Prelim height.

It was hot and humid by the time I got on, so I did a very short warmup. Like 5 mins of trot, a few laps of canter, and then I jumped the little 2’6″ warmup oxer twice. Henry knows the deal by now. He seemed pretty happy to be jumping, too, after that dressage torture the day before.

This was my first time jumping real courses on him in his new PS of Sweden hackamore, with the plain leather curb strap. The first hackamore test run last month at the Scissortail show was in the other mechanical hackamore, with the chain strap. The mechanics of the PS are different too, since the “shank” part of the PS hackamore is swept back much more than a traditional hackamore. It hangs differently, further back from the mouth, and there’s less leverage, which I like because it makes it feel more like a middle ground between the sidepull and the regular mechanical hack. I thought that the mechanical hack with the chain strap was a little too much whoa, but I wasn’t sure if the different mechanics (ie lessened leverage) of the PS would mean that I might need the chain back. I also wanted to get Trainer’s opinion of how he jumps in it (I love it, but ya know…) so I waited for her to finish giving a XC lesson and then went in for our Training round.

It was probably the best round we’ve had in a while. In the hackamore I’m really able to ride Henry a bit more “up” in front, and he doesn’t feel like he wants to just ball up and go up and down like a carousel horse. He’s more forward, in every good possible way. And because of all those things, I feel like he really pushes off the ground a lot better and uses his body, especially his hind end, much more correctly. He still rubbed a few, because Henry is the most minimalistic horse in the world, but they stayed up, and the clear round was good for a blue ribbon. Trainer gave her thumbs up to the hackamore.

I was the last Training round to go, so all the jumps went up right after that. There were only two of us waiting for Prelim rounds, and as soon as they finished with the course I went back in. We had our choice of two different courses, but I just stuck with the same one we’d already done. My brain doesn’t need any additional challenges, thanks.

When I went in and picked up the canter Henry even gave a very sassy little head twist, despite the heat and humidity. I think he was happy to be back at it, doing something fun. Since it’s been a while since we’ve jumped some height, a couple of the oxers looked maybe a little big to me, but not too bad. I guess I’m getting used to the size now. Of course, I tipped my shoulders just a teeny bit at the base of the first vertical and he ticked the rail with his front toe. Whoops. He was really good though, even when he locked on to another fence in the rollback and I really thought he was going to try to jump it sideways. He ate that course up and jumped the crap out of some of those fences. Enthusiasm. He has it. Well… for jumping, anyway. Maybe not anything else. Except food.

I did find a bit of a big distance into the two stride oxer-to-oxer in and out, which did not make his job the easiest, but he self-corrected and hopped right through with no problem. He jumped the bigger fences better than the smaller ones. Knock on wood, but Henry feels really good right now… strong and capable and happy. I know I always say that he’s worth his weight in gold but I think he’s actually worth at least 3x that. How many horses can pack their amateur’s butt around a Prelim stadium course one minute and then the next minute be ponying his dumb little yearling brother around the field? Henry is perfection in a plain brown wrapper.

I ended up having to load them and haul home in the rain, but I’m glad we got our rounds in before the deluge started. What a great weekend for both of my boys!