Why bloodlines are important

Although I am not a breeder, I have worked for breeders, bred one horse of my own, and been avidly interested/semi-involved in the breeding industry for over a decade. Often when I see a horse at a show that I particularly like, I will approach the owner and ask what it’s bloodlines are. 9 times out of 10 I get a blank stare. Once I even had to tell the person that their horse was registered BWP (according to it’s brand) because they had no idea what that “wagon wheel” was. Serious facepalm moment.

this is not a wagon wheel

I understand that sometimes papers are lost and people just don’t know anything about the horse, but the amount of people who also just don’t care in this country is pretty shocking to me. If you ride sporthorses, and have any interest in riding them in the future, you should care! The breeders are the ones that produce the horses, but the riders are the ones that end up with them. We wonder why Europe outproduces us? Do we just enjoy paying 10k+ on top of purchase price to import their horses?

I think what a lot of people just don’t understand is how heritable many traits are. It’s no coincidence that certain lines are known for producing a certain temperament, or requiring a certain type of ride, or being slow to mature, or jumping over themselves in front. If you ride a horse that was purposefully bred for sport, someone somewhere planned that breeding with an end goal in mind. They picked out both parents and considered traits that they hoped both would bring to the table. The results may vary, but they are no accident. You can often tell a lot about a horse just by looking at the papers.

Even those of us sitting on OTTB’s (or QH’s, or Arabs, or Morgans, or or or) should not consider this a reason to be uninterested in pedigree. In the same way as sporthorses, any breed has lines that have become known as standouts for certain abilities (or lack thereof) in sport. Study well enough and eventually you’ll be able to look at a pedigree and make a guess as to what the horse might be suitable for, even though it was originally bred for something else. Sure, there are exceptions, but you’ll be right most of the time.

Mytens (Spectacular Bid x Hoist the Flag) – producer of upper level eventers, show jumpers, and even some hunters.

Dr. Ludwig Christmann did a really interesting study on heritability with the Hanoverian registry many years ago. Want to know the two things that were found to be MOST heritable? Head and jumping ability. What ranked lowest? Legs and correctness of gaits. If you want to read more about it, go here. Of course, some stallions pass on certain traits more than others (for good or for bad), but those little nuances are the things you learn along the way.

Kannan (Voltaire x Nimmerdor) – #1 sire of show jumpers in 2014

Really I cannot wrap my head around why anyone just plain wouldn’t care about breeding. Even if you say “I don’t need a top level jumper or an amazing mover, I just want something that is enjoyable to ride!”. Guess what else is highly heritable – temperament, character, rideability, and willingness to work. Guess what some of the qualities are that they evaluate at stallion testings – ding ding ding, you got it.

Quando Quando, an Olympic veteran who also scored perfect 10’s on character and willingness to work at his stallion testing.

I know it can be mind boggling at first, but in the internet age where we have so much information at the tip of our fingertips, it’s easy to learn. Be that weirdo that sits in the stands with me at horse shows and looks up bloodlines on USEF, only to be super frustrated when there’s nothing listed. If we want to get better we have to fix this, and it starts with changing people’s minds about how much it matters.

You’ve got issues

We’ve all got them to some degree. You know those things that you’re just really particular about? Some people might call it obsessive, or persnickety, or… well… anal-retentive. I was thinking about this today after I did stalls, because I couldn’t just walk away from the shedrow without raking a crosshatch pattern into the dirt in front of the stallion’s stall. When I was a working student all the shedrow barns had tiny pea gravel in front of the stalls, and when we raked it every day after cleaning, we always did a nice neat crosshatch pattern. Granted, it didn’t last, but it sure did give a sense of satisfaction and made the job feel complete. It was very zen, like Japanese sand garden style.

Just leave me alone and let me rake things

Besides my weird raking fetish, there are a few (million) other things I’m kind of nutty about. I can’t polo wrap a leg without doing a perfect upside down V at the front of the fetlock. That’s how I was taught as a kid, it’s how I’ve always done it, and any other way looks horribly wrong. Don’t make me look at a badly done polo.

Do you pay attention to how you’re tightening your girth and make sure that you’re on equal holes on each side? I do. Because being on the lowest hole on one side and way up on the other is just lopsided. CHAOS.

You know what else is chaotic? Bridle straps not contained in their  keepers. If I see loose straps flopping around I find myself hypnotized by them. Yes I’ve put a random person’s cheekpiece back in it’s keeper at a show. You’re welcome, random person.

Bridle Olympic Revolution
only using this picture because I’m obsessed with the new PS of Sweden Olympic Revolution bridle

I also have a texture issue with tack conditioner. I don’t like thick and sticky, or really thin and greasy, or super waxy. Hopefully I’m not the only person that has stood in Dover and opened every conditioner to touch it. I would say sorry but I’m not. I’m just weird.

Anyone else get twitchy when a horse’s mane gets too long? I have a friend who I’m pretty sure didn’t pull her horse’s mane for years because she knew if she let it get long enough I would do it for her while she wasn’t around. I’m looking at YOU, Stacy. Way to benefit from my craziness. It continues to this day.

Dear God someone get me a pulling comb and some clippers.

What are your crazy person issues? Surely I’m not alone here. Honestly, I could probably keep going all day…

 

weekend recap: holy hormones

It’s been a bit of a whirlwind since I got back in the States. Between getting caught up at work and the weather finally being decent enough to get some rides in (hallelujah) there hasn’t been time for much else. Then on Friday I started barnsitting again, this time for 9 days. Poor SO… I was gone for a week in Europe, home for 3 days, and then gone again. I enjoy barnsitting though, I like the quiet and the solitude and working in the barn. Or at least – NORMALLY it’s quiet.

Since it’s such a long period this time, the barn owner invited me to bring Henry along so I don’t miss any riding time. Her place is pretty far out of town, it takes me an hour to get to work, so I wouldn’t otherwise have time to go to the barn to ride him. On Friday night Brandy brought Henry out to stay with me here in the land of the black Trakehners. Right away the older broodmare Quinnie took a serious shine to him, and she has basically been winking at him and screaming for him ever since he arrived. Henry is super confused. He knows that he’s supposed to love her but I don’t think he really knows quite why. Every time she neighs, or if he can’t see her, he gets a little upset and starts pacing and neighing back. In the meantime, I just want everyone to shut the hell up and stop being dumb. Surely after a few days they’ll get over each other right? RIGHT? Poor Toni (the actual stallion) is just standing over in his stall like “Hello!!! I’m STILL HERE!!!”. Sorry Toni, Quinnie has chosen.

Quinnie is the bay, who was whispering sweet nothings across the alley to Henry…

 

who was happily grazing, oblivious to her intentions.

 

Quinnie watching Henry eat, because she’s creepy

I’ve ridden Henry a couple times and he’s been fine once I’m on him, but only half of his attention span is present because the other half is focused on Quinnie, the love of his life. Irritated. I am very irritated. And it’s supposed to start raining again tomorrow, so that’s super. Since when did Texas become the PNW? Agh.

Henry saying hi to the mini, who he thought might be deadly

On the bright side, the fact that the Euro and the dollar are almost equal right now is kinda fun. Just for giggles I perused all my favorite European sites to make sure there wasn’t anything I “needed”. The first perusal turned up nothing so I thought I was safe, then someone mentioned Calevo, which I had somehow forgotten. So over I marched and immediately fell into The Trap of the Calevo Sale and nabbed an Equiline coat and Pikeur breeches for $300 shipped. I can live with that. The coat is exactly my colors – navy with golden yellow trim – and the breeches are exactly what I was looking for color and style wise as well.

 

equiline


pikeur

Plus the retail therapy slightly eased my irritation at the horses, at least temporarily. If anyone needs me I’ll be in the barn chanting the Serenity Prayer.

Weekend recap: crazy days

We leave today for Europe, which meant that my weekend was nuts. Unfortunately the package I ordered from Amazon with 2-day shipping that was supposed to arrive on Wednesday didn’t make it because of weather delays. Even though it was ON THE TRUCK for delivery on Friday. And even though I PASSED THE TRUCK two blocks from my house on the way home. Getting an email a couple hours later saying that it couldn’t be delivered due to “emergency weather conditions” was pretty irritating, especially considering it was 34 degrees and barely misting rain. There was zero impact on travel. Getting an email a few minutes later saying delivery rescheduled to Monday afternoon was even more irritating. Cue some very unhappy and fruitless phone calls after which I still had none of my stuff, so I got to spend all day Saturday driving around town buying everything I needed at the last minute and spending 3x as much money in the process. Ask me how much I love UPS right now.

I was almost as sad as Delia was when she was taking a nap and Stewie laid down on top of her

But I did have time on Friday night to swing by the blogger meet-up, which was fun (and yay – swag). It’s nice to put faces with blogs and names and horses. Sadly that was the only time I was able to meet up with the group the entire time, because see title. Thanks everyone for putting it together, and sorry I couldn’t participate more. Next time! Also I took no pictures of the actual meet-up, because I fail at meet-ups. But I did take this picture of my contribution to said meet-up: a giant vat of queso and some blackberry pear cider. Pretty sure I hit all the major food groups.

After I spent most of Saturday shopping, Brandy and my SO and I went to an indoor cycling charity event and sweated our butts off for an hour to benefit a dog rescue. These are the kinds of things you end up doing on a Saturday evening when you make the mistake of befriending your favorite spin instructor. The venue was a new fancy place that has new fancy bikes that “turn” and lean and show you your RPM’s and your distance and all that kind of stuff. Wizardry and Magic and all that jazz. Really it just means that they’re harder to ride and make your entire body work to stabilize it, thus making your abs hurt the next day.

After our sweaty spin session we naturally had to replace the calories we burned by stuffing our faces with food and drink, then I went home and immediately fell dead asleep. Seriously I don’t even think it was 10pm yet. Sunday was laundry and errands and packing and running by the barn to say bye to this handsome face:

He watched me walk away and it just about broke my heart. I can’t help but wonder if he was watching me leave because he didn’t want me to go, or if he was watching me leave to make sure I was actually gone before he started celebrating his vacation. Whatever. I’ll opt to believe the first one.

And of course now I’m very slowly getting ready to head to the airport. See you in 16ish hours, Brussels! If I’m able to log on and at least post a few pictures I will, otherwise sorry in advance for the silence. I’ll make up for it with lots of pony pictures when I get back. If the weather hasn’t improved by the time I return I’m moving somewhere horrible but warm, like Florida or California.

Adios amigos.

Ammy Hour and random ramblings

First – thanks to Sprinkler Bandit for asking me to be in her awesome Ammy Hour series! Such a cool idea. If you’re feeling particularly masochistic today, you can go read all about me here.

SprinklerBandits

Otherwise it’s been kind of a boring week for me. I had a jumping lesson on Wednesday night in lovely 60 degree weather that went pretty well, and then tried to do a dressage ride yesterday. It was really cold (38) and I was thinking that if all these other bloggers can talk about riding in 15 and 20 degree weather, surely I could suck it up and handle the upper 30’s. It was also really windy and honestly, it was misery. Henry felt awful, I felt awful, and the whole experience in general was awful. How do you northerners do this? I do not get it. I’m opting out today and bowing down to all those who are obviously tougher than I.

Otherwise I’m just getting all my stuff ready to leave for Europe on Monday. So excited! I think and hope I’ve gotten everything that I need, all I have left to do is pack. It’s actually warmer there today than it is here…

Feb27weatherWHHHHYYYY????

And yes, I might have already had the tack shop in Paris put something on hold for me to pick up while I’m there. International tack ho.

NORTON “Competition” tendon + fetlock boots setNORTON “Competition” tendon + fetlock boots set