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I feel like this place has been a little lacking in Henry content lately, since I rarely have anyone around to video and take pictures anymore. Let’s rectify that today with a general Henry update and picture extravaganza.

We’ve slowly been coming back to a normal schedule now that the weather has stopped being stupid, and Henry is starting to gain back some of the muscle and weight that he lost over the winter. The weight has been really slow going and kind of frustrating to me because I’m impatient, but I’m finally seeing the beginnings of him filling out.

We did a little jump school on Saturday by ourselves, keeping the jumps small. I’ve been working a lot on trying to get more power in his canter and finding the deeper distance out of a more forward pace. I wish I could say I was succeeding on both counts, and while his canter to the jump is improving, that whole going-forward-to-the-base distance is so elusive to me. I’m trying, but my success rate isn’t really any better than 60/40. It’s always been a struggle for me to find the deep one without pulling all the way down to it, and with a lot of work I had it down pretty pat for a while, but then I stopped trying so hard and away it went. If anyone needs me I’ll be cantering poles ad nauseum trying to get my eye back.

Henry of course remains unphased by my general lack of talent and continues to put up with my crap with few complaints. The boy can take a joke. He also jumped his first little corner jump, which he didn’t actually notice until the last second, then he randomly launched from half a stride away and dove left, which made him have to jump way wider than if we’d stuck to the trajectory up the middle. Oops. That was my bad, I didn’t help him at all.

After that I decided I should probably like… I dunno… sit up and steer or something? He jumped it well, although it took several tries to really get him jumping straight across it. Once he did it was old news and he was no longer impressed.

In general, good saintly pony remains good saintly pony, and his life is full of cookies and pats. Oh yeah and food. He eats lots of food, and likes to make “smoothies” in his water by depositing his grain in it and then slurping it all up in a gross mushy mess of brown water. Hey, at least he’s eating it… Triple Crown Complete isn’t cheap.

If it sounds like I hit the weekend trifecta with shows, shopping, and sunshine, it’s because I did.

Saturday morning I headed out to the barn early to ride. Picture taking friend Amy came out (yay picture taking friend Amy) to get some general Henry pictures and nice pictures of some items I have in the queue for review. I’ll save those pictures for other posts minus this one because I love it. Brace yourselves, you’ll see it again soon.

After my ride, Brandy and I headed out to a big h/j show in Houston to do some shopping and watch the evening Grand Prix. Most of the shopping centered around my friend’s mobile trailer Luxe Eq… I picked up my new Ogilvy and Asmar stuff that I had ordered from her, plus a few extra things. Ok I might have a hat collection problem. A girl can’t have too many awesome hats.

We walked around and poked through all the vendors, looked at some new stuff we hadn’t seen yet, and dreamed about being rich enough to buy All The Things.

I also scored my absolute favorite thing in the entire Houston metro area… a Mango smoothie from the little coffee/smoothie/snack vendor at the show. They’re ridiculously good, I used to live on these things when I showed here. They’re almost enough to convince me to swing back into h/j again. Almost.

The Grand Prix was a 1.50m class and we nabbed great seats, not to mention the weather was perfect, so it was a lot of fun to sit by the ring for a couple hours and watch a lot of nice horses and good riders. We had fun looking up the pedigrees of all the horses we liked, and the announcer actually said the name of several horses’ sires! They don’t often do that, and I’m always thrilled when they do. It’s a start. My favorite horse of the class was a Cassini son, no surprise since he’s my favorite stallion of all time. Of course I did a terrible job of taking pictures or video… all I got was a short video of the little hackney that was part of the pre-prix festivities, and this gem, which proves that even the pros miss sometimes. Oopsy.

We didn’t get home until almost 11, which is the only explanation I have for the pit stop we made on the way home for late night driving sustenance. I regret nothing.

Sunday was the first day that SO and I have had off together where we’re both actually HOME (my bad) in over a month, so we decided to spend some time together and take advantage of the amazing Austin weather. We took the kids (the 4 legged and fuzzy variety) down to Town Lake so they could run around, then we headed over to have some Indian food and drinks on an outdoor patio. Low 80’s and not a cloud in the sky – it does wonders for the soul, both human and canine.

And because I’m a sucker for a 24 hour sale, the C4 buy one get one suckered me in for sure. Two belts (one for Brandy, and mine will be a neck strap) and a sticker for $30!

I hope everyone else had an equally lovely Vitamin D and retail therapy filled weekend.

I like how everyone is talking about their horse having the Spring Sillies and being wild, and I’m over here like “I’m gonna need bigger spurs”.

Now that we’ve crossed over into the 80’s for a few days, Henry is in hardcore “OMG it’s too hot to work, I can’t possibly.” mode. Whoa there 8yo OTTB eventer. Whoa there. It won’t be long until it’s in the 90’s and 100’s and he’ll pass into “For real though, I can’t breathe GTF off me.” mode. Yay. Don’t get me wrong, I am not complaining. I’ve been riding around all week with my sunroof open and windows down (which is how I ended up with a wasp in my car when I was on the highway). This weather is fantastic if you’re asking me. Henry just doesn’t agree. He liked his rain-induced winter vacation where he got ridden once a week.

On Wednesday I had to do a billion trot to canter transitions just to get him semi-awake. I’m not gonna admit publicly that getting him to canter on that first attempt took a legit pony club kick. I’m also not gonna admit that it was his first ride after 5 days off which makes it extra sad. Maybe it’s time to revisit the idea of carrying a whip.

Yesterday there was a cold front, I suppose you could say… this was the weather when I got to the barn for my dressage lesson. Note the wind. And that wasn’t the gusts, just the steady wind.

Henry was slightly more awake, as in I could actually get him to canter. Meanwhile, I almost got blown right off of him a couple times. But the second dressage lesson of the year is in the books, with only two more weeks before our first HT. I sent off my entry for the second one yesterday so everyone say buh-bye money.

Which is really sad, because this weekend there’s the Dover tent sale (which I’ll probably skip because I hate Dover), the new tack shop by my house is having a big sale/event, and I’m making a day trip to a show in Houston to check out all the new stuff in the Luxe EQ mobile. Danger, danger! I must try to exercise some restraint. I mean… at least a little restraint…

 

Having been “raised” in an A show level h/j barn, I’ve known how to properly pull a mane since the very beginning. I earned extra money in high school pulling manes and clipping noses/ears/legs for people in the barn. In those days everything’s mane was pulled, and if the horse didn’t like to have it’s mane pulled then it got a little sleepy juice and a twitch and we pulled it anyway. That’s just how it was done. Putting a pair of scissors anywhere near a mane was basically a crime. Every horse I’ve ever owned has had it’s mane pulled, in the traditional way. That is, until the horse came along that WOULD NOT STAND FOR IT and changed my mind.

Sadie, from the word go (and the first time I tried pulling her mane was as a yearling, so no exaggeration here), would flip her lid the second I started backcombing. And she’s not such a pleasant creature when she’s angry. Attach a twitch to her and pretty much all you’ve done is armed her with a deadly weapon and pissed her off even more.

She forced me to find a new way to do manes, because a) I like being alive b) I can’t stand an unkempt mane, but drugging her to the gills every 4-6 weeks to pull it seemed a mite excessive. I tried a few different methods before I settle on one I liked. Sadie became my mane-non-pulling guinea pig (I also learned to body clip on her too, poor little baby horse). I tried a SoloComb, which was just not good. Way too choppy.

I tried the flip it over and scissor it at little 45 degree angles method, which, well… lets not talk about it. Don’t do that. The internet lies.

I liked the clipper blade method, where you back comb and then just use a clipper blade to “cut” the hair you would normally pull. That worked decently looks-wise but she still objected to the back combing and it was a little tricky to get everything even.

Finally I settled on the scissoring method where you make tiny cuts straight up into the mane. For her and Kai it worked great, although their manes were thick so sometimes I would go through and thin them a bit with a clipper blade.

These days when I get a new horse or find myself with the task of cleaning up someone else’s horse, I always give a half-hearted attempt at the traditional pulling method. If I get any objection at all, I just go straight to scissors. The key obviously is in how you angle them. Cutting straight across is nothing short of terrifying unless you’re into that blunt look (I’m not). Even a 45 degree angle leaves it too choppy IMO. It’s got to be straight up into the hair, little pieces, and fast chopping. Henry’s mane is really perfect for this method because it’s pretty thin. I can do his in about 10 minutes.

Every time I whip my scissors out to do a mane I’m a little sheepish about it, but it seems like more and more people “pull” manes the same way these days. I’m not the only one… right?

While we’re on the subject of manes, I’ve been thinking about letting Henry’s grow out until our next event in May and doing dutch/cobra braids on him. I really don’t like looking at a “long” mane on a day to day basis, but it’s impossible to do those kind of braids with a mane as short as I like.

He’s pretty cute in buttons

But I dunno… I think he’d be handsome in dutch. What do you think? Worth the annoyance of a longer mane?

 

 

 

Something I saw last week on Instagram bothered me a little. Lainey Ashker posted a pic of her before dressage at the Carolina CIC3* and she was wearing a top hat. Normally when I see this I just roll my eyes and think the person is an idiot (natural selection at it’s finest!), but I guess this one bothered me a little more because so many of LA’s almost 5,000 Instagram followers, and fans in general, are kids. You don’t see William Fox-Pitt with a super active Insta and Facebook, creating a bit of a “relationship” with us commoners, even though his wearing of a top hat does trigger the same eye rolling from me. But Lainey is a social media butterfly, and as such her following has the demographic that you’d expect: young and impressionable. There’s a lot of worship going on in the comments of most of her Instagram photos. I think that’s what bothers me slightly more about this one than WFP.

I’m all for people having the right to do what they choose, even if that choice is stupid. But I guess at some point that line is blurred for me when the person in question is what could be considered a role model and public figure. At what point do you think the pros/upper level riders should care more about setting a good example than their own personal fashion sense?

I personally think she looked so much better, and so much smarter, in this picture from showing dressage in Wellington:

When USEventing posted a pic of LA at Carolina on their Instagram account someone made a remark about the top hat. LA’s mom was quick to jump to her defense with this comment:

I have to admit, here’s where my eye rolling intensified to such a grandiose level my eyeballs almost fell out. You’re joking, right? Woo, go ‘Murica! Woo, head injuries are my god-given right! If you make me put a helmet on, you’re anti-America! Everybody wave your American flags!

I’m a little torn here, because LA and her mom are not wrong. It IS totally legal to wear a top hat, and it IS her right to do so. In general I’m a flaming liberal and am all about people being able to make choices for themselves. But I guess the word for how I feel about it is disappointed. I’m disappointed that there are some pro’s out there who, despite having lots of people that look up to them and even borderline worship them, opt for the selfish choice. I’m disappointed that Lainey is only one of many. I’m disappointed that in this day and age where we have seen so many people taken down by head injuries, most of which happen in the “dumbest” of ways, people still choose to go unprotected. I’m disappointed that anyone would choose fashion over safety. I’m disappointed that people are too selfish to protect themselves as much as possible, because if you end up with a TBI you aren’t the only one whose life is forever changed. I’m disappointed that helmets are not mandatory for FEI competition… and yet I’m also disappointed that it’s necessary to force people to wear a helmet. We are smarter than this, aren’t we?

How do you feel about it? Should everyone be free to wear whatever they choose without scrutiny? Should pro’s be considered role models and therefore held to higher expectations? What do you think when you see someone come down centerline in a top hat instead of a helmet?