Bobby is now preparing his second installment in his “Bobby Tells All” series, and since the first one was so popular, I thought y’all should get a little more insight into who Bobby really is. After all, I let him have free rein to say what he wants on my blog without even so much as a rebuttal, so it’s only fair to provide y’all with a little bit of insider info. And I figured… what better way to do that than to share snippets of some of our facebook messenger conversations. You need the real, nitty gritty, not-at-all-fit-for-public-consumption Bobby. I will admit, I couldn’t use 95% of the best material because it was so full of cuss words and inappropriate subject matter that it wasn’t even possible to censor it enough to put it here. That should give you some idea of this nutbag I have to deal with. Without further ado… things you need to know about Bobby:

1) He loves boob sweat

 

2. He has excellent sportsmanship

 

3. Don’t share a hotel room with him unless you’re prepared for some… unpleasantness…

 

4. No matter how many times he writes it on my car, he is NOT my hero

 

5. For real – obsessed with boob sweat

 

6. He might act like I need him, but really it’s the other way around

 

7. He’s basically the opposite of fabulous

 

8. He’s equally as distracted about such pressing life mysteries as “What Unicorns Eat”

 

9. He’s kind of just a bad person

 

10. No matter how much he says otherwise, he really does love me

 

11. And even though he’s a huge pain in the ass, he’s still my boo

So, Bobby fans, as you wait in what is undoubtedly eager anticipation for Bobby Tells All volume 2, think these things over. I cannot refute most of what he may say about me, but at least now you know a little more about the source.

Since we have so little going on right now,  I figured – let’s do a history post. I’ve only been blogging for a little over a year, so Henry and Sadie are the only horses y’all really know, aside from quick mentions of past horses here and there. And because I never really read a lot of blogs before I started blogging myself, I don’t know a lot about most of y’alls history either. So – whether you’ve had one or one hundred, lets see all the horses you’ve ever had.

I have a penchant for projects and therefore have had quite a few over the years. Starting with the oldest and working up to the most recent (some overlapped – at one point I had 4 at a time. Oops.)

Charlie – my first, and most expensive, horse. He was still cheap, mostly because he was older, thin, roared, weaved, and really liked to run away with people. But he never refused a fence, ever, and I can count on one hand the number of rails he ever had. He was a nut, but he had a lot of heart, and he’s the reason I fell in love with the thoroughbred.

Lexi – a little unbroke pony sized QH mare that a friend and I picked up for cheap. She was a really fun easy horse, perfect to be our first attempt at starting one under saddle by ourselves. She did some eventing and was sold to a Pony Clubber as a jumper. Pony had hops.

Imp – Surprise! Lexi was pregnant. This little one was my first foray into babyland.

Nova – This little mare was a summer project I picked up from LOPE. She did the hunters a little and then was sold to a friend.

Quinn – the quintessential OTTB hunter resale horse. He paid for all of my debt at the time, and most of my car. Thanks Quinn! He also made me kind of hate doing the hunters. Ultimately I thank him for that, too.

Irish – a friend (the same one who co-owned Lexi with me) and I bought this one from her picture on CANTER New Mexico to be a broodmare. She had a beautiful foal by Westporte for my friend and then went on to be an AQHA HUS broodmare.

Max – Max is what happened when I went to the scary ghetto horse auction. Poor guy seemed terrified, I couldn’t just leave him there. He eventually came around but you could tell he’d been treated really badly – it took a while just to get him to let me near his hind end, much less on him. Best guess is that he was either Welsh Cob or some kind of cross.

Gracie – When I got completely burnt out on h/j land I did a total 180 and bought a little QH mare off Craigslist. She belonged to a family with two little girls and completely had their number – she was very sour and rude at first. I had a lot of fun with her though, playing around with riding western, and bridleless, and going on lots of trail rides. She was just what I needed at the time to remind me that this is supposed to fun, and is still giving lessons and trail rides at the barn I used to board at.

Sadie – my first, and thusfar only, homebred. I leased the dam from a friend and bred her to Westporte… Sadie is the result.

Cruz – Because who can resist a 17.2h unbroke 4yo TB as a resale project? Certainly not me. He was a fun one though, also very easy to start and get going.

Henry – No introduction needed, right?

Jezebel – I really don’t know if this one counts or not. Technically she belongs to my friend Michelle, and Michelle keeps telling me that she’s mine. Hers, mine, hers, mine. Whatever. We’ll call it halfsies. I evented her in the early-mid 2000’s when she belonged to another friend, but now she’s a broodmare.

I will spare us all and not include the leased horses, lest we be here all damn day.

Ultimately I’ve been really lucky to stumble upon some nice ones along the way. Every single one taught me something, both about horses and about myself. And thank goodness I’m not rich enough to have a bunch of horses… looking at my history we all know I’d have a barn full of ragtag “projects”! Biggest sucker ever.

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Because of the very dog-filled weekend, Henry got 3 days off, then because I was super tired yesterday, a 15 minute dressage ride was all I could muster. There’s just not a lot of interesting stuff happening here since we’re in that “dead zone” time of year where it’s too hot to show and, thus I don’t have a lot to talk about. We did enter the event at Corona at the end of August, so hopefully Henry doesn’t pass out and die. I asked for the coolest ride times possible and plan on bringing his ice packs and multiple fans, so we’ll see. But for now it just kinda feels like we’re in that “whittling time away until something fun happens” mode. One of the side effects of that mode is that I tend to start hunting for (and picking up) bargains. It’s a bad habit.

First I got Henry a KK bit on consignment in the hopes that it would be some kind of Majikal Instrument of Dressage Amazingness. While he seems to like it, there’s no real discernible difference between it and the regular $25 copper lozenge loose ring I was using before.

I also got him the navy DSB’s that I talked about last week, which I totally love and think everyone should buy immediately. I hope they hold up well over time because I have no complaints about them so far. Of course the new boots inspired me to search for a new dressage pad to match. Sadly, I’ve had no luck. I want something navy or that has navy on it, and isn’t ugly or boring or really expensive. I didn’t realize how many dressage pads are one or all of those things. What’s up with that? So far the only one I really like is this USG pad below, which is $52. My penny pinching self is having a hard time wanting to spend $52 on a saddle pad when my lovely $14 Riding Warehouse pads work totally fine. They just aren’t navy.

Another thing I found on consignment was a Devoucoux cover. I’d been sorta kinda looking for one for a while for my dressage saddle… it came with a cover but not an official Devoucoux one, and Makila the Devoucoux said she really wanted to represent sa famille with a proper cover. I just didn’t want to pay $50 for that privilege. So when I saw one come up for $25 shipped I nabbed it, and Makila seems happy now.

Then I found a pair of almost new Renard et Cheval breeches on ebay for $30. I can’t turn that down, even if I don’t really particularly need another pair of tan breeches… it’s good to have a spare, right? I dig the contrast knee patch and it turns out they fit me perfectly. These might be my new go-to tan pair. I wish I could find more in other colors.

I also bought a new pair of tall boots. Not that I needed a new pair of tall boots, but when I wear black boots (which is often, because most of my breeches look better with the black ones) my only option is my Monacos. My expensive, beautifully fitting, yet kind of fragile Monacos that have already had the zippers replaced twice in the past 6 years. I really don’t want to have to replace those boots with something equally lovely (read: $$$) anytime soon, so it pains me to subject them to everyday wear and tear. When I saw the TuffRider Parwanti’s (ok that’s not the real name of them, they’re like Sport Dress Boots or something boring like that) on sale for $99, I figured I’d try them out. While there are some things I don’t love (the super rounded toe, the way you have to thread the zipper into the keeper to keep the zipper up, and legs that are cut to accommodate cankles) they aren’t bad little “beater” boots. They’re quite thin, so I don’t expect them to last a long time, but the benefit of being super thin is that they’re extremely comfortable. The footbed is nice and well padded too… it’s more like wearing half chaps and paddocks, but with the nice clean look of tall boots. For what I paid they’re pretty decent little boots, and they look nice enough.

The last thing I got (I think. Unless more things show up that I forgot about. Which is possible.) is this Ariat shirt. I wanted it for the dressage show that ended up not happening, because I thought it’d look really cute with whites. I wasn’t wrong about that, it DOES look really cute with whites, and my navy and white Mango Bay anchor belt. The fabric feels pretty cheap though and is kind of scratchy. Luckily I paid next to nothing for it, so I’m ok with keeping it in case coats are ever waived or we finally end up at a schooling dressage show at some point.

Oh yeah, and a “non-stuff” thing: I decided to try Henry on MagRestore for 10 days to see if I notice any difference. Extra magnesium is supposed to be good for horses that are tight and tense in the muscles, and overly sensitive/reactive to touch. I used to have Sadie on it because when she came into heat she would get so sensitive that she didn’t want to be touched, and it helped her, although I’m not super convinced it does a whole lot otherwise. Henry isn’t quite textbook for a mag deficient horse but he has a few of the typical symptoms. It was $20 and free shipping for the 10-day loading dose, and I should know by the end of the 10 days if it helps or not. If it does, great, if it doesn’t, oh well. Figured it was worth a shot. Expectations are low, so we shall see.

Show season really needs to start up again so I don’t have so much free time to bargain hunt. Starting on Thursday I’ll be back barnsitting the Trakehners again for a week, which doesn’t bode well… that last free hour of the evening between chores/shower/dinner and night check is the most dangerous time of day. That’s basically 7 hours of built in bargain hunting time! I need help…

Happy to say that Quinn is now home with us! Adoption papers were signed, microchip information was transferred, and he happily loaded up and came home with his new people and dog friends.

We headed out on Friday morning with Delia and Stewie. The town where we were picking him up was about 4 hours away, so our plan was to take our dogs up on Friday, spend the afternoon at the nearby lake, and then go get Quinn on Saturday morning before coming home. We figured that would be better than subjecting them to an 8 hour car ride in one day. We got there, grabbed some lunch, and immediately headed to the lake. We planned to hike around the outer loop, which would have been about a 2.5 mile loop.

It was quite hot, but it was shaded and we had water and were in no hurry so I thought we’d be ok. Delia was loving it. Stewie hated it and wanted to die. We made it to the very first scenic lookout point, less than a mile in, and he plopped down and refused to move. Then the plan changed from doing the outer loop to turning around and going back the way we came, which required me cajoling and half carrying him at times. Delia was bummed. Stewie was thrilled.

Then we pretty much just vegged at the hotel for the rest of the evening, which Stewie seemed to much prefer, especially since we had a California King and both dogs could fit on the bed with us. Sunday morning we headed out of the hotel bright and early to make the 40 minute trek from where we stayed to where we were supposed to pick up Quinn. Both of our dogs were still pretty tired from the day before so when we pulled up to the park and got out, we had nice normal calm sedate dogs for the first meeting (muahaha planning success). Stewie was just like “Oh hey there, equally little dude” and Delia looked at him and walked away, completely disinterested. So much for being worried about their initial meeting.

Quinn was very sweet and came right up to us for pets. When I led him off with Stewie around the park he just fell right into step like this was totally normal and no big deal. We chatted a bit with the lady from the rescue, let the dogs hang out for a while, and then, with absolutely zero commotion, loaded him up and hit the road for home. He never looked back. Once we were rolling he laid down in the back of the SUV and slept the whole way, in various poses of adorable squishyness. I’m pretty sure I spent most of the drive turned around in my seat taking pictures of him sleeping.

On the way home we stopped at the pet store to get him his own collar and leash and let him pick out a toy. Once we finally got home he hopped out and waddled inside. He briefly looked around and checked out his new digs, wandered outside into his new yard, then came in and plopped himself down like “Ok cool, we’re home.”. Totally seamless. By the time he’d finished assessing that we were adequate, we’d already fallen in love with him. How could you not?

Saturday evening and Sunday we just hung out around the house, getting acquainted, and getting started on teaching him hand signals. He doesn’t seem quite 100% deaf, he can hear it if you clap really hard, but he’s pretty darn close to it. As the weekend went on he definitely started looking for us, watching us, and wanting to follow us around, so we haven’t had any problems yet with getting his attention or keeping an eye on him. He’s a little bit of a velcro dog right now. Poor guy, I’m not sure that he’s ever had a ton of attention or been nearly as spoiled as our dogs are.

Basically we are in love with him already, he’s transitioned pretty seamlessly so far, and I think he’s starting to love us too. It really couldn’t have gone much better. Welcome to the family Mr. Quinn!

Trying to be quick today, because we’re about to pack up and head out the door…

Anyone who knows me probably also knows that I really love corgis. I might be mildly obsessed. But, I already have a dog and Rob has a dog, so I’ve always just said “someday” I would get a corgi. Then a situation came up where a friend was looking for a home for their dog, and we talked about our capacity to add a third dog. We decided that we could do it, but that particular dog ended up not needing a new home after all. It didn’t take long for my thoughts to click over to “well… we could fill that third spot with a corgi…”. Rob was not so enthused about the idea originally, but he said if I could find one from a rescue type situation that needed a home, and preferably one around the age of our current dogs (7 and 10), he’d be ok with it. We have a “no buying dogs, must adopt” policy in our house.

After a little bit of emailing to the corgi rescue groups in Texas, I struck gold. One of them had a deaf 8yo corgi that had come to the rescue a couple months before, but she hadn’t listed him for adoption because she didn’t think he’d find a good home. His age fit right in with our two current kiddos, and the deafness issue doesn’t really bother us. I talked about him a lot with the rescue, talked about the two dogs I already have, went through the adoption application process, did a home visit, and got approved, all of which took a while to get done. So this weekend we are finally on our way up to North Texas to get him. I never wanted to say anything about all the “adoption proceedings” on here, lest I jinx anything, but now that we’re at the very end of it hopefully I’m safe. Knock on wood.

We’re taking our two dogs with us to meet him and make sure everyone gets along. They’re pretty laid back and supposedly Quinn is too, so I’m hoping it’ll be uneventful, and then we to bring him home. Fingers crossed everything goes well! ERMAGERD CERGI!

Tell me your corgi name, because I’m endlessly amused by this. Captain Squiggy Bunnybottom, signing off.