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It’s no secret that I love my boys. We all love our ponies, right? And our dogs, and cats, and donkeys, and goats, and whatever else may be in a horse person’s menagerie. I’ve noticed that we tend to collect animals. We also tend to collect art of our favorite animals. Everything from the more typical paintings and drawings, to the more “creative” like, um… crochet ponies or glassware or socks or jewelry or belts. Yes, I think those things totally count as art too.

Throughout the years I have accumulated all of those things, related to one horse or another (and, somehow, lots of stuff featuring the corgi). If you can put my horse or my horse’s name on it, I probably want it. In my world there is no such thing as too many ponies. Henry and Presto wallpaper? Let’s do it, the whole house. The SO might disagree on that one though. Party pooper.

Currently I’ve really got most of my horse-related art on the walls in the guest room. Most of my paintings from Michelle are in there, with some of Henry’s ribbons. Another bedroom (that we currently use as storage) has a charcoal drawing of one of my old horses, and my favorite photo of Sadie hangs in the hallway between the entryway and our bedroom.

I’ve also got a couple of glasses that Michelle painted, featuring Presto and Henry. Having a friend that likes to paint for fun (and is super good at it!!!) is a huge perk. If I lived alone I would probably ask her to paint a life-size canvas of both boys for every room in the house and just call it a day. I’m kidding. Probably. (no I’m not)

There are also the Hamer & Clay ornaments, of which I have a decent collection going.

The one thing I don’t have is tattoos of my horses, mostly because a) if I started putting all my horses on my body I would run out of space, b) I haven’t come across an artist that I trust enough to really capture them accurately. I do have a tattoo of A horse, but it’s Fledge, the first flying horse of Narnia. Because if the rest of this post hasn’t convinced you that I am a nerd, the quarter sleeve devoted to literature (actually all but one of my tattoos are devoted to some kind of literature…) will surely do it.

Do socks count as art? I say yes. My Henry XC-face socks (officially my “cross country day” socks for 2018) remain, in my opinion, one of the best things I’ve ever bought. Yes, put my pony’s picture on items of apparel, please and thank you. The best part of these bad boys is the reaction people have when they first notice them.

Last month Because Pony had a sale on her digital drawings, and once I saw how cute Hillary‘s turned out, I had to commission two of my own. I mean… who wouldn’t want little cartoon interpretations of their horses? Okay fine, maybe I’m a child. But when you have horses as, um, expressive as my two nerds, it’s kind of fitting. And I have to say, she absolutely nailed both of them.

There’s screaming Presto:

And derping Henry:

Now I’m trying to decide what to do with the files. I could have them printed and framed, I just don’t know where exactly I’d put them. I did already order a nice vinyl sticker of each of them, to put on my Stanley trunk. They definitely make great stickers. These are so cute though, I feel like they need more physical representation than that. So…what to do, what to do?

What kind of art do you guys have of your ponies? Any fun new “outside the box” stuff out there that I definitely NEED?

So, I kind of accidentally set up a vet appointment for Henry’s SI injections ON his birthday. When I was on the phone with the receptionist I didn’t actually look at the date when she said “next Tuesday”, I just jumped at the chance to a) get a farm call, b) be the first one of the day. So, oops. My bad. Umm… happy birthday Henny?

But all was not lost. Just because he got two sharp stabs in the back (sorry bro) doesn’t mean it was all bad. In fact, if you ask Henry I bet he would say he had a great birfday. Let’s break it down “by the numbers” style. All total, he got:

14 – NickerMakers, his most favorite of the “cheap” treats, and one German Horse Muffin. Honestly this isn’t too many more than he gets on any normal day, because rotten.

1 – Quick trip to Drunktown via his favorite recreational drug, xylazene.

50 – ml’s of Adequan ordered, because why not just get the big bottle, am I right? 🙄 For real, that shit is expensive enough to make my stomach hurt a little so enjoy the golden joint lube, horse. Jk you’re a unicorn and I love you, you can have anything you need.

2 – ultrasound-guided SI injections, left and right. Yes they count as a gift. Okay, maybe it’s a gift for both of us.

3 – new fan club members (the vet and his two assistants) who got 0% of his wrath (for some reason he doesn’t seem to mind the giant disgusting horrifying needle of the SI injections) and 100% of his begging-for-cookies faces. The entire time. Even through the drugs he can still beg. He’s a professional.

24 – blissful hours of total R&R complete with room service. He has to stay in his stall for a day after the injections, but the weather was super cold and rainy and gross so he would have been stuck inside anyway. However since he had a “procedure”, he got some special treatment.

90 – seconds of quick turnout for a nice roll in the sandy arena before the vet showed up

1000 – lbs of hay consumed. Okay maybe I’m exaggerating, but he had a big thick flake of alfalfa and three flakes of coastal for breakfast alone. Oinker.

So, ya know… maybe he could have done without the stabby parts, but it wasn’t all bad?

Y’all. Guess who’s ELEVEN today?

Oh, and it’s his 11th birthday too.

I’m not typically the type to randomly dress horses in costume, but he is without a doubt the Strangest Thing I know and I couldn’t resist this perfectly timed opportunity. Of course, if you’re not a fan of the show Stranger Things then none of this makes sense. Get thee to Netflix, STAT.

Also please note that I got the Thick and Fluffy waffles, because Henry is both thick and fluffy.

But back to the birthday thing… can we please stop the forward progression of time? I mean… eleven? How did this happen so fast?

He’s so mature these days in a lot of ways, but he still likes to spook at the most boring of inanimate objects and crowhop around the field on brisk days. For example, after our little photo shoot I got on him bareback in his sidepull and we did a quick w/t/c ride complete with half pass, shoulder in, 10m circles, and lengthenings. He was a champ. Then we took a walk down the road and he had a grand time pretending to be terrified of a tree. I couldn’t help but chuckle. He knows when it’s time to be serious and when it’s not, and he definitely makes the most of the “not”.

He remains super weird and full of that trademark goofy personality, pretty much always begging for cookies. Fairly confident that none of those things will ever change, thank goodness. He is totally 100% rotten but it’s okay, he deserves it. Cheeky little shit. I’ve never had a horse quite like him and he puts a smile on my face, without fail, every single day.

Also, for the record, he seemed to enjoy wearing the wig. Gotta admit, he’s pretty cute as a blonde.

Happy Birthday, Henny! Here’s to many more.

My original plan for this past weekend was another Prelim CT at our favorite little schooling venue. Then I realized that Trainer was XC schooling at Pine Hill the same day, so I scratched the CT and made plans for XC schooling instead. Sure, our dressage and stadium need a lot more work, but I will never say no to XC. It’s not in me. That’s like… “Hey do you want to go do hours of advanced calculus and chemistry or would you rather eat cake and win the lottery and take a nap?”. Like duh.

But then it rained a crapton at Pine Hill the day before, effectively shutting down our plans for all things fun, and it was too late to re-enter the CT. Trainer is quick on her feet though and quickly came up with a plan for stadium lessons at a private barn just an hour south of me. Only having to drive an hour each way for a lesson is like a win in and of itself. Plus… let’s be honest… we need stadium lessons. Lots of them. LOTS OF THEM.

I asked for the earliest time slot, since the one hour drive does require me to trek directly across Austin itself. If I’m in and out early, traffic is no biggie. No one wants to be stuck in downtown traffic, especially not with a horse trailer. Still though, I didn’t ride til 9:15, which meant I didn’t even have to get up early since it is literally impossible for me to sleep past 6am no matter what day it is. Plus I was the first and only person into the freshly dragged arena. Plan C was looking better and better.

We kept the jumps small and the lesson simple. As usual, I am overthinking and trying to do way too much. Really I just need to focus on my canter and my rhythm and on being straight and omg stop it with the rest. Doing more than that does not work with this horse or with me. It’s funny, when I was in Katy a couple weeks ago working the Luxe EQ trailer, my old trainer from many years ago (before he moved to Houston) was helping me set up the racks on the first day. He’s married to the shop owner… it’s complicated. Anyway, I told him my stadium was real shitty these days and he said “Well, are you overthinking it and doing too much?”. As usual, he’s like a friggin’ oracle. Always has been. Either that or he just knows me really well by now. I nodded and replied “Yes, of course.”. Clearly this is not new behavior for me. He said “And the horse is actually doing what you tell him, isn’t he?”. I just sighed and nodded. He chuckled and raised his eyebrows, “Yeah that’s not good.”, then launched into his patented Horses Only Know Four Things speech that I have heard many times but obviously have not ever actually retained very well.

My current trainer is in total agreement with The Oracle (as am I), so we really focused on me just sitting and waiting and supporting with my leg, and using my upper body to adjust him. Sometimes I was successful, sometimes not. Doing LESS has always been really difficult for me. I’ve also always had the tendency to shut him down way too much in the turns, effectively ruining my rhythm, so we did small courses with lots of tight turns that forced me to keep riding him forward. If I pulled, they didn’t work. If I kept my leg on and just used my upper body to rebalance, everything came up perfectly. The beauty of self-correcting exercises.

Really, Plan C worked out perfectly. Especially because we were done and pretty much home and unloaded by the time the gross nasty cold front blew through.

BUT WHY IS RIDING SO HARD?

Another spring means another crop of foals coming soon to Willow Tree Warmbloods! It’s been fun doing these contests in the past, so let’s just make it an official annual thing. Ready to place your bets on the class of 2018?

First, you probably want to know what’s at stake here. The winner of this year’s Baby Bets contest will win a $50 Riding Warehouse gift card (everybody say thanks to Riding Warehouse!) and a super cute hat with the Willow Tree Warmbloods logo. Because everybody needs hats to cover that helmet hair. And swag. Always swag.

There are only two foals coming this season, a Laken x Diarado and a Sadie x Diarado. That should make it pretty simple. We’ll do the rules just like last year, since that seemed to work out well (even if it did cause me to have to make a spreadsheet like an adult). Basically all you have to do is exercise those psychic powers and comment here with your guesses for the following, for each foal:

• Foaling Date
• Foaling Time (doesn’t have to be to the minute accurate, just to the hour is fine – ie 2AM. If it happens in the 2AM hour, you get the points.)
• Gender
• Color
• Face Markings
• Leg Markings (again doesn’t have to be specific – “one sock”, “none”, “four socks”, etc will work)

So your submission should look something like this:

Laken: 3/20 3AM black colt with a stripe and two socks

Sadie: 4/21 8PM brown filly with no face white, one sock

But filled in with your actual guesses, of course.

Everything you guess correctly will earn points. 10 points each for foaling date and time, and then 5 points each for gender, color, face markings, and leg markings… so each foal can potentially net you up to 40 points. So even if you get a few things wrong, there are still ways to rack up some serious points. If there are any ties, I’ll put them all in a hat and get Michelle to pick a winner.

Submit your entries via a comment here on this post or you can message them to me on the blog’s facebook page. Just make sure you leave a link or an email address so I can contact you if you win! Easy peasy.

Neither of the mares had fetal sexing done this year, so gender will be a complete surprise. “Due dates” are based on 340 days gestation, but keep in mind that normal gestation can be anywhere from 320ish to 360ish. I’ve included pictures of both combinations below and whatever info is important so you can make your best guesses.

Laken

Laken is a gray mare with two gray parents, although she has never been tested to see if she is homozygous or not. Her first foal was a filly, born brown and turned gray. Diarado is very dark brown, but does not carry a chestnut gene and therefore cannot sire a chestnut foal with any mare. Color possibilities are bay, brown, black (and then maybe gray on top of any of those base colors). Since we may or may not be able to tell at birth if the foal will go gray, please guess the base color. Laken was born chestnut and had a star with faint stripe and one sock before she grayed out. Her “due date” is 3/24, although last year she foaled at 325 days (which would be 3/8).

Sadie

Sadie is a brown mare that has produced one bay offspring and one brown offspring. Her only marking is a right hind sock. Color possibilities are bay, brown, black. “Due date” is 4/22, last year she went 339 days. So far she’s had two colts.

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I’ll leave entries open through 2/23, that gives you two weeks to get your guesses in! The contest winner will be revealed after the last foal is born. Obviously I have no idea exactly when that’ll be, sometime mid-late April, so you’ll just have to stay tuned.