tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80184596865784240952024-03-05T02:58:13.263-06:00Quarter Horse DressageFollowing an 18-year-old QH and his human in the beginner world of DressageJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05662570477040740415noreply@blogger.comBlogger89125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018459686578424095.post-90771561716275110192013-07-11T14:24:00.003-05:002013-07-13T22:49:46.252-05:001 Year Later....I know I'm late posting this. Life with a toddler is anything but slow! Serisouly, as I'm writing this, Violet's sitting in my lap, eating chips and listening to Veggie Tales on iTunes.<br>
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It's been over 1 year since I let Dollar go. Over a full year. Violet's birthday, Christmas, what would have been his 21st birthday. Sigh. Feels like forever some days and other days feels like it just happened yesterday. There's still a hoof-shaped hole in my heart and I don't think it will ever be filled in.<div><br></div><div>Violet keeps pointing at pictures of him (I have some of him on my walls and as my background on the laptop) and keeps asking "Who's that?" Breaks my heart to tell her that that's her horsey who's with Jesus right now. I know he would've been great for her and for the other kids.</div><div><br></div><div>To top of some of the pain, I found out that the property that my Dad bought is 5 miles away from where Dollar is buried. Sigh. At least when I drive out there, I can make a quick pit stop to see his grave. Need to go out there again an put some more flowers.</div><div><br></div><div>Miss you so much Old Man.</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05662570477040740415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018459686578424095.post-16049240920044169042012-09-03T10:38:00.001-05:002012-09-03T10:40:33.059-05:00Three Months....<span style="font-family: inherit;">Has it really been 3 months already? Looking at the calendar, yes. Looking at the huge void in my horse life feels like longer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I'm not really feeling the urge to ride, although I do have a "new" mount to ride. It's just not the same. I miss going into his pasture, calling his name and seeing him trotting up to me, knowing that he was either getting treats, scritches, pampering or work. I miss his calm </span>demeanour. I just plain miss him.<span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Although riding the "new" mount is OK, it's not what I really do, it's more of a favor to someone. It's not the same when it's not your heart horse. :( Don't worry. This "new" mount isn't mine, just riding her for someone else. I know I'm not ready to get another one. My brain says yes, it would be a good healing process. My heart says no, it would just be too painful now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I will start the search in a couple years (hopefully have a couple acres by then), but right now?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I miss you Old Man :(</span>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05662570477040740415noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018459686578424095.post-52135832913835087572012-06-29T12:25:00.000-05:002012-07-02T13:04:04.361-05:00The Custom Order is Here!!Remember when I had posted about<a href="http://quarterhorsedressage.blogspot.ca/2012/06/custom-order.html"> ordering a custom stuffed pony of Dollar</a> just before he died?<br />
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IT'S HERE!!!!!<br />
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Finally got it in the mail after 3 weeks of waiting (thank you US Postal Service for shutting down some of your sorting centres. Makes getting things to Canada take waaaayyy too long).<br />
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Of course when I got home, I ripped it open, admired it and then gave it to V to take some pictures.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Thank You SO MUCH </span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/theluckyhare" style="background-color: white;">Lucky Hare</a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05662570477040740415noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018459686578424095.post-36563460428193860662012-06-23T18:41:00.000-05:002012-06-23T18:41:00.765-05:00Moving On.....A couple more updates....<br />
<br />Since it's been 2 weeks since Dollar passed, I finally decided to start packing up all my horse stuff (except for my saddles and saddle pads) and put them into storage. Luckily I don't have a whole lot, so it will be easy to clean up and store in the big Rubbermaid container I have. Everything will be going in there except for my saddles, just in case I can find a horse to ride. But my bridles, brushes, wraps, etc. will be going away. :(<br />
<br />I can't remember if I had mentioned this before, but I won't be getting another horse anytime soon. Dollar was my heart horse for 18 years and it will take a very special horse to take his place. I know I'm not ready for another horse (as much as I ask my Hubby), and that it will take time. Also, since my daughter is under a year old, it really doesn't make sense for me to get another horse. She is my first priority right now and I need to make sure that I'm there for her when she needs me (and any other kids we have). I'm thinking that maybe in 3-5 years I'll be able to get another horse. We live in town right now, so even if I would get another horse, I'd have to find a barn and pay board. Not really my type of thing. We are looking at selling our house in 2 years and buying some acreage, so if everything pans out, I'll be able to have my horse in my backyard again. <br />
<br />And since this blog will remain as a memorial to Dollar, I started up a new blog over at <a href="http://adventureswithhorses.blogspot.ca/">Adventures with Horses</a> to journal/chronicle anything horse related that I do, and when the time comes, the search for a new horse. Feel free to follow the adventures!!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05662570477040740415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018459686578424095.post-41701867024322789792012-06-15T22:56:00.000-05:002012-06-16T23:44:58.781-05:00Visitng the GraveMy Mom had decided earlier in the week that she wanted to see where Dollar was buried and had asked a couple days after letting him go if I could show her where he was buried. Sure, why not? <br />
<br />And the Pet Cemetery even called on Monday saying that Dollar's headstone was being made, but they had a quick question. I had put his 2 names on there, Cee Kay Sash (his registered name) and Dollar (his barn name). They didn't have enough room to put both, so would it be OK if they just put his registered name on there? Sure, although now in hind-sight, I should've told them to put Dollar on there as that's how everyone knows him by. Oh well. Not really a big deal.<br />
<br />So my Mom picked me and V up after she was done work and headed out to the Pet Cemetery. The drive down there didn't seem as long this time, and I wasn't as nervous going there either. I had even picked up some (fake) flowers for Dollar's grave, just to make it look prettier for my Old Man.<br />
<br />And my Mom is weird. On the way down there (we were about 2 miles out from the Pet Cemetery), my Mom had asked why the back-hoe operator closed everything up by himself. The following is the conversation we had (<em>italics are me</em>):<br />
<br />So why'd the back-hoe guy close it up by himself?<br />
<em>Because that's what he does and I didn't want to see my horse get buried. Not really the last images of my horse that I want.</em><br />
Well, how do you know that he didn't bring Dollar somewhere else?<br />
(Now I'm looking stupidly at her)<br />
<em>Really? There is only 1 road in and out of there and a deep ditch to get to the gravel road. We were on the other side of the bush paying for everything and I heard the back-hoe start up and start working. I didn't pay good money to have my horse buried for nothing.</em><br />
<br />I swear sometimes, my Mom has completely lost her marbles (or wait, she has).<br />
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Anyways....once we pulled into the Pet Cemetery, we drove through the bush, parked and found Dollar's grave quickly. Not too hard when there's a big pile of sand over where his grave is. Mom looked after V while I too the flowers to Dollar's grave, brushing off some of the sand that had fallen on there. I took some pictures of his headstone (everything was spelled correctly! Yeah!) and put the flowers in the sand, and told him how much I missed him. :(<br />
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Good part?? I didn't bawl. Proud of myself for that one :). <br />
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Sigh...I miss you so much Old Man.<br />
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<br />I spent the day in a haze, dropped V off at my sister's place (a euthanizing and burial is no place for a 7-month old baby) and headed over to my Dad's place to load Dollar in the trailer one last time. And I could tell that he was ready to go when I grabbed him from the pasture. He wasn't picking fights anymore with Jack or Buster (the 2 new youngsters) and the spark was gone from his eyes. And he could tell that something was up, because he hesitated going into the trailer, as if he knew that he wasn't coming home again. Once I got him in the trailer (with some coaxing), I headed back to my place in town to wait for Hubby to get home and then head on our way.<br />
<br />While we were waiting for Hubby, I combed out his tail, braided it, and chopped it off just below the tail bone. I do want to make something out of it (probably a bracelet and necklace) in the near future. I also gave him an apple which he wasn't too keen about. That hit it home for me, he always loves his apples, but if he's turning them down, somethings up and not right.<br />
<br />Once Hubby got home, we hopped in the trailer and headed off. I was hoping to be there a bit early and let him have some nice green grass before everything was ripped away from me. Unfortunately, while I did look at the map on the website, the Highways Department has since changed all road signs from names to numbers. So I accidentally passed the road that I needed to turn down, but hooked up with the "gravel highway" that would take us there. But because the road names got changed to numbers, I wasn't sure what road I was looking for. So I called up Dr. Brad and asked him which road number I needed. He told me Road 37, so I checked around there, but no pet cemetery (there is a sign saying where it is). So I called him back again, and he said that he had given me the wrong road, it was actually Road 35. I told him to stay where he was and I'd meet up with him. Took me not even 5 minutes to get to him and then pull into the Pet Cemetery.<br />
<br />Made our way up the grass drive-way and then parked in a grassy area. The drive-way to go to the cemetery goes through the bush and I wasn't sure if my trailer would fit down there and just would walk Dollar down there. And it was a nice last walk, through the bush. I wasn't looking forward to what was going to be happening, but I knew that it was the right decision.<br />
<br />Once we got to where Dollar's grave is, Dr. Brad directed us where he wanted him and got everything ready while I gave him the last of the carrots that I had brought for him. Once Dr. Brad had everything ready, he gave Dollar a light sedative to take the edge off. And my horse was a cheap date. Dr. Brad gave him a small dose of sedative and Dollar had one knee almost buckled and was slightly swaying. Cheap date. Then Dr. Brad gave him the 2 needles while I held him until he started going down, then I let go of him. And all I could say to Dollar while he was getting his injections was that I was so sorry I had to do this. Once he started going down, I let go of his halter and Keith just wrapped his arms around me while I bawled.<br />
<br />Once he was gone, Dr. Brad took off his halter and lead rope and gave them back to me. I was still bawling and Dr. Brad said that he'd meet me up at the trailer so that we could pay for the burial and euthanization. We paid for everything, thanked Dr. Brad for his services and then turned the truck around. And then Keith heard a hissing noise coming from my back right tire. I took a look at it and noticed a gash in the tire. Urg! Luckily the guys who work for the people who own the cemetery were still there and said that we could go down to their place which was a mile down the road. We asked them if we would make it and they said if we left now, we would. So me and Keith hopped in the truck (with a very empty and lonely trailer) and headed down to their place. <br />
<br />The guys changed the tire pretty quickly, although we learnt to never borrow a mechanics truck as they never have what you need. Urg. We thanked them for their help and got back in the truck. But the truck decided not to start. FML!! So the guys came back with an industrial booster, hooked up my truck for a couple minutes and then I got it started. We thanked the guys yet again and then headed home. Keith had offered to drive the truck and trailer home, but I told him that I would be OK to drive. <br />
<br />Got the truck back to my Dad's without any further problems and told him that I hated his truck. Then went to pick up V at my sister's place, who apparently was a complete angel and slept for 2 hours with Uncle Brett. Then while I was getting her ready for bed, I heard her say "I Love You" in the baby mumble jumble. Aww...<br />
<br />My hubby is the bestest though. When we got home and after I had nursed V, Keith got a nice hot tub ready for me so that I could soak and decompress after the events of today. And then he had a cup of tea made for me while I played Super Mario on the Wii with Violet.<br />
<br />And to top it off, remember the <a href="http://quarterhorsedressage.blogspot.ca/2012/06/custom-order.html">custom pony I ordered</a>? Well the lady posted the finished product on FaceBook and said that she would be shipping it Monday morning. I'd say that's a good way to end my day.<br />
<br />Sigh, I miss you so much Old Man.......Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05662570477040740415noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018459686578424095.post-48985516867289378282012-06-07T19:07:00.000-05:002012-06-09T19:09:44.571-05:00Happy 20th Birthday Dollar!My Old Man turns 20 today! Crazy to think that I've had him for 18 years already. <br />
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So in true birthday fashion, I gave him a bucket full of treats, a good grooming, took tons of photos (almost 200 I think), took V for a ride and gave him his last bath.<br />
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<em>Mine and V's last ride on Dollar</em></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05662570477040740415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018459686578424095.post-73768959004113621392012-06-05T14:08:00.000-05:002012-06-05T19:28:16.944-05:00Somber Updates :(So a couple updates....<br />
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The original plan for burying Dollar was to do it on my Dad's property. But a couple things came up. We need a back-hoe to dig a grave, his skid-steer can only dig to 3 feet. Oops. It's also highly illegal to bury big animals on your yard. And since my Dad is trying to sell the place, if someone buys it and finds out that there is a horse buried there, my Dad is up a creek without a paddle.<br />
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I talked to the local Pet Cemetery, <a href="http://www.pansypetcemetery.ca/index.html">Pansy Pet Cemetery</a> about burying Dollar. They do have lots for horses and gave me the cost of $350 to have him buried there. That includes the back-hoe digging and burying and a head plate for his name, birthday and died date. And I can also have him euthanized there, so that saves a lot of headaches.<br />
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And then I talked to the vet last night (actually he texted me first) about euthanizing Dollar. He confirmed for this Friday (June 8) and gave me the costs. Yikes! Looking at $250 for the entire thing, but that includes the procedure, his travel cost to the Pet Cemetery and the after hours/emergency fee that he charges for weekends. <br />
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But at least I'll know where he's buried and be able to visit him there. And Keith pointed out something that I didn't think of. As Dad is trying to sell the house/property and possibly not have anywhere for the horses to go, Keith said that maybe this is an easier way to let Dollar go, rather than having the above mentioned happen and possibly have to give him away again. Good point hubs. :)<br />
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T minus 4 days until there's a hoof-sized hole in my heart.........Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05662570477040740415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018459686578424095.post-89781086065959600222012-06-04T10:16:00.000-05:002012-06-12T10:42:34.246-05:00Custom Order!!When I found out that I'd have to put Dollar down, I started looking at ways that I could have some keepsakes of him, mostly for me and also for V who would be too young to remember him (she's only 7 months old). Through <a href="http://banagade.blogspot.ca/">Kelly</a>, I found this site on FaceBook called Lucky Hare. She does orders only on FaceBook, but that was OK. She makes stuffed ponies that look wayy too cute and also does personalized/custom ones of horses that you have.<br />
<br />I sent her a message on FaceBook today asking if she would be able to make me Dollar. She was also having a 25% off sale because she got a whole ton of new fabric in. Unfortunately the first choice of fabric that I wanted (Zebra print) was sold out very quickly, so I opted for my second choice<br />
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<br />Yes, I know it looks odd (and maybe a bit weird), but I love it! And she threw in the embroidery for free! She said it should be done by the end of the week and shipped early next week. Can't wait!!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05662570477040740415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018459686578424095.post-4400377258807466302012-05-22T14:44:00.000-05:002012-05-22T14:45:00.258-05:00Tentative DateJust got off the phone with my vet and made a tentative date for Dollar to be put down. June 9 is the dreaded day.<br />
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Why does it have to be so soon??Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05662570477040740415noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018459686578424095.post-41326005824214454292012-05-20T19:05:00.001-05:002012-05-20T19:08:32.649-05:00Picture Spam!!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Oh, and we're trying to figure out how to tell the Brody and Madison (the nephew and niece) about Dollar being put down. The simplest answer: he's gone to see Jesus. Basically to my 4-year-old nephew, anything that dies goes to see Jesus. I'll take that :) </div>
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<em>Mars leading Dollar to me.</em></div>
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<em>Brody having a "discussion" with Dollar about leading :)</em></div>
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<em>Brody trying to catch Dollar for me :)</em></div>
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When I went down there on Monday to see him for a couple minutes (I had V with me and nobody was home), I put V in the house while she was sleeping and went into the pasture to see him. Now Dollar is pretty content in pasture, but when he saw me, he started ambling his was back to the gate because in his train of thought, when Mom shows up, it's time to work. He did let me pet him a little bit, before marching off toward the gate and just standing there waiting for me and basically going, "Mom's here, work time!" I felt so bad telling him that he no longer has to work. He looked a bit dejected :(<br />
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Then, when I went down today, I was with my niece and nephew, so they came with me to get him from the pasture and bring him up to the barn so that I could pamper him a bit. He seemed to enjoy that, and also toted the kids around a little bit. At least I can take solace in the fact that my Old Man can still haul the kids around, even if it's not real work for him.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05662570477040740415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018459686578424095.post-74603648825089466442012-04-24T11:26:00.000-05:002012-05-05T11:28:20.335-05:00What To Do...Well, since the decision was made about Dollar, I've been humming and hawing over what to do with all my tack. I have 2 saddles (1 Western and 1 English), 2 bridles (Western and English), grooming tools, halters, etc.<br />
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I talked with Keith and decided to keep all my tack. I may look into getting another horse in a couple years (when I don't have a little kid(s) demanding all my time) and that way I don't have to re-buy all my stuff and spend a whack-load of money.<br />
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Sigh. And now everyone is having their spring sales and as much as I want to go a buy stuff for Dollar, I know it's pointless. Sheesh. Why does this have to be so hard??<br />
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Oh, and for this blog. I've decided to leave it up as a memoriam to Dollar and (maybe) start up a different horse blog for any that I ride and any possible future horse.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05662570477040740415noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018459686578424095.post-85656356630351614092012-04-22T21:54:00.000-05:002012-04-27T12:33:34.761-05:00Not Good News (And Why I Spent the Day Crying)So I got some not good news from my Dad today about Dollar. He had the vet down sometime last week to pull wolf teeth on the youngsters and had him check out Dollar because it seems as though his Heaves are getting worse. Well, the vet checked him, had Sam jog him in hand, and checked him again. Turns out that he only has about 1/4 of his lungs left to use (the tail end of his lungs), the rest has totally congealed (basically turned to meat) and that I'd probably have to put him down by summer-time, otherwise he might not make it through summer.<br />
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Sigh. Not the news I wanted to hear, ande especially not now. I was hoping that he'd make it at least until 25 and that V would be able to ride him. I felt so bad for him and I know it's selfish of me, but part of me really wants to keep him around. The other (logical) part of me knows that it's time for him to go, that he's lead a good life and needs to be free of his pain.<br />
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Luckily Hubs was there when my Dad told me this, and while I was crying away, he just looked at me and told me to saddle up Dollar. Which at first didn't make sense to me as I had just ridden him before getting this news, but then it clicked it. He was gonna let me take V for her first ride on Dollar. <br />
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So needless to say, I went back into the pasture to get him, with the niece and nephew following me and calling for him. He didn't seem impressed that he'd have to work again, but still came and let my niece ride him back to the barn.<br />
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Put my Western saddle on him, hopped on and then got V on with me. And off we went....<br />
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So not ready for this....</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05662570477040740415noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018459686578424095.post-61212156401382889272012-04-05T08:12:00.000-05:002012-04-19T08:13:52.439-05:00Easter Ride (Somewhat)<span lang="EN"> We went down to my Dad’s for supper and got there early enough that I could get a quick ride in on Dollar. So I made sure that V was fed and then ran to the back to get in a quick ride. Gave him a quick grooming, tacked up, hopped on and did some work at the walk/trot with some collection and bending in there to mix it up for him. I tried to get him to canter a bit, but he was dragging his lazy but, so I decided not to push for it. He was being really willing, so I was just happy with that. After I was done riding, I gave Madison a ride and had to bargain with her to get her off. She’d stay on her horse all day if she could. <br />
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<span lang="EN"> Another beautiful day to go riding. Keith was working overtime again and had the car, so Sam came to pick up me and V so that I could go ride Dollar and V could spend some time with Poppa. <br />
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Got to the house, dropped V off inside and then went to go ride the Old Man. I realized that I had forgotten my saddle pad at home so I just grabbed one of the Western pads for today. Brushed Dollar up as best I could, but he’s starting to shed like a mad man. Which is a good thing, but he’s got a lot of hair! Got him tacked up while Sam was tacking up Buster, Natalie’s new horse. He’s quite good looking, just needs a lot of ground work done and today would be his first day out on the road to see how he does. Sam had a couple issues with getting him ready because he wasn’t trained to stand tied, but once he got over that, we mounted up and went on our way down the road. Luckily this time there were no kids asking to pet the horses, so we didn’t have to stop and go.<br />
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The only thing I have about riding on the road is the amount of kids that come up to us (sometimes yelling), going “Horse! Horse!” And then the asking to pet them and ask a million questions. I don’t mind the timid kids because they’re usually unsure about the horses and Dollar’s good for kids like that. But it’s the ones who are extremely loud and don’t even ask before petting him. Those ones irk me. And we ran into the second group. Oh grr me. I was nice and let them pet Dollar, but after a while Mars was getting impatient, so we told the kids goodbye and went on our way. But of course, kids have to be kids and ride their bikes right behind and beside the horse, Sam got after them for that and then they left. Sheesh. </span></div>
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Once the bikes were cleared, we got both the Old Guys trotting (more like prancing for Mars) for a mile. I was quite impressed with Dollar as he wasn’t wheezing much and had some get up and go. While we were trotting, I had Dollar working on his collection and stretching out his head. Of course he was more than willing to and stretched his head as far down as possible and just kept going. Silly horse. We ended up walking that last half mile home so that Mars could calm down and Dollar could get his breath back. <br />
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Hoping for nice weather to keep on coming so that I can ride!!</span></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05662570477040740415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018459686578424095.post-74399677376837337992012-02-15T21:50:00.000-06:002012-03-03T22:14:27.762-06:00In Which We Find The SpunkFinally got out to ride again today! Seeing as Keith was at work in the evening, I packed up V around 4 and headed down to my parents place so that my Mom could watch her while I rode.<br />
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Once I made sure that V was content with Grandma, I grabbed my bridle and new saddle pad from the car and headed to the back. Dollar's all by himself in the holding pen now as Dad's new horse Jack is at a barn for training, Sam's horses are at her new place and Natalie's horse is at a different barn for training. So needless to say Dollar was pretty happy to see me as you can see in the video..<br />
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Once I got him out of the holding pen, I brought him up to the barn and got him quickly tacked up. I threw away my old saddle pad (the one that mice had gotten into) and put my new saddle pad on him. Yup, purple still looks good.<br />
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And I'm still surprised as to what my Old Man can pull off. He'll be 20 this summer and still manages to act like he's 5 some days. Oh well, that's why I love him.</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05662570477040740415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018459686578424095.post-59133559327810816212012-01-24T00:25:00.000-06:002012-03-15T00:27:33.675-05:00New Saddle Pad!<span lang="EN"> A little bit of a busy day today, but I can finally get my Christmas present today!<br />
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Started off with watching Brody and Madison while Mom went to counselling around 10 and once Mom was done there, she picked us up and headed to the city so that I could get my Christmas present. Luckily I already knew what I wanted/needed and that was a new saddle pad as mice had gotten into my other one at the barn.<br />
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Stopped by <a href="http://www.greenhawk.net/">Greenhawk</a> so that I could get my saddle pad. I was thinking about getting a <a href="http://www.greenhawk.net/cgi-local/SoftCart.exe/scstore/p-RIE0122.html?L+scstore+lvcz3837ff00a300+1330492692">Shedrow Quilted Cotton Pad</a>, but I didn’t find it, so I got a <a href="http://www.greenhawk.net/cgi-local/SoftCart.exe/scstore/p-RIE0124.html?L+scstore+lvcz3837ff00a300+1330492692">Shedrow Vividus Pad</a> in PURPLE!!! Woot! I was also looking at getting a Waffle Pad, but didn’t have enough money to cover it. Next time!<br />
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Dad got Dollar out of the holding pen for me and then I brought him up front to tack him up. He was pretty clean, so I gave him a quick brush down and then went to grab my saddle. Well, when I took it off of the saddle rack (way high up and I have to use a chair to grab said saddle), I noticed that there was yellow fuzzies all around my saddle and pad. Thinking (in a somewhat horrified way) that mice had gotten into my saddle and taken stuffing out, I quickly checked to see where it was coming from. A sigh of relief soon followed when I found that the mice had been taking stuffing from my saddle pad and not the saddle. Whew! Actually not really, as this is my only (and good) saddle pad, so I guess a trip into the city will be in order shortly to get a new saddle pad. <br />
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After that little ordeal, I finished tacking Dollar up, led him to the fence to hop on and went to work. Seeing as we’ve both been out of “work” for almost a year, my plan was just to take it slow with him and just keep him to walking and jogging. We got to the one end of the arena where there was no ice, set our circle and got to work. We started off at the walk just so that he could stretch his legs out and get used to working again. I decided to leave his head alone, as he’s pretty good (aka: awesome) with leaving it be and I didn’t want to throw too much at him after all his time off.<br />
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Once we were warmed up at the walk, I actually managed to get him jogging. I had to kick him good and use the end of my reins as a reminder as to what my cues meant, but once he picked it up, it was as though he hasn’t been out of work. It was perfectly sit-able and he just kept going, with odd reminders from me. <br />
And then I heard him starting to wheeze. Damn heaves. Have to ruin my ride every single time. But we kept on going because I know with him working like this, it will help his breathing more, and especially since it’s cold out, there’s more oxygen for him to intake as we work. Luckily, it wasn’t loud wheezing, so I knew that we were on the safe side.<br />
Once we had jogged a couple of rounds, I tested his brakes in the middle of our circle. And he nailed them. <span style="font-family: Wingdings;">J</span>
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Yup, we've reached the 8-week healing mark from the C-Section that I had, and now I have permission from both doctor and hubby to ride! Yeah!<br />
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We went down to my parents place today for Christmas Eve and since we were the first ones there and V was content, I decided to quickly head to the back and hop on Dollar for a short ride.<br />
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Got to the back and realized that I didn't bring my bridle with me. Ooops. Left it at home. So I just grabbed a pair of barrel reins and went out to the holding pen. Dollar and Echo were both laying down, but as soon as I started approaching them, Echo got up. I went up to Dollar to take some pictures of him and realized that he had ripped out almost all of his mane!! Shxt!! I grabbed some pictures of him, clipped the reins to his halter and got him out of the holding pen. Echo wasn't too happy with this though. Lol.<br />
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I got Dollar up to the front rails, clipped the other side of the reins to his halter, climbed up on the rails and hopped on. He just stood there like a gentleman and waited for me to tell him to start walking. Once we got walking he was pretty good. A little on the lazy side, but you can't blame him, he's been off since April! We walked a couple rounds around the arena and tested the brakes, reverse and steering, which were all still installed. Yeah!<br />
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After spending about 10-15 minutes riding, I called it a day, hopped off and put him back into the holding pen with his girlfriend. It was nice to be able to ride again.<br />
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What new charge you ask?<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">My baby girl V (no, I'm not posting her full name on blogs)</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcG7IQmIdaj_Rkq8m7X-xdPHDH0frvZFkUr_p287p3nIkUjGJJsxtKblYM3mUlv1-OaxjhFMOr7W9mvODpdScBxocYuEIylfzXD1iWparqQN7E9jMNvPcrjq4m1gBwOchJhNr8tsPBSAs/s1600/_DSC0875.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcG7IQmIdaj_Rkq8m7X-xdPHDH0frvZFkUr_p287p3nIkUjGJJsxtKblYM3mUlv1-OaxjhFMOr7W9mvODpdScBxocYuEIylfzXD1iWparqQN7E9jMNvPcrjq4m1gBwOchJhNr8tsPBSAs/s320/_DSC0875.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">So come spring-time, she'll be going for her first ride.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm hoping to be riding by Christmas time, as we had to go through a C-Section and I've got to wait about 8 weeks before I can ride. Sigh.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">The Old Man is enjoying his time off though. He's escaped his fence quite a few times and is now in the holding pen at home with Sue, where we can make sure that he's not going to escape again.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Hope to update soon!</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05662570477040740415noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018459686578424095.post-44734987961764447712011-08-30T19:41:00.000-05:002011-09-14T19:55:21.107-05:00Brief VisitSo since I've still been being a bad Horsey Mom, I decided to make a quick jaunt out to see Dollar, who is now back in his 2-acre pasture as Echo is off to a trainer's for a while and there is still tons of grass in said pasture. <br />
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Now, normally when I go to see Dollar and call for him, he comes to me and doesn't make me walk through the entire pasture looking for him. Not so today. I started calling for him before I got to the pasture and no response. So I hopped the fence and started looking for him while calling his name. Nope, the bugger still didn't show his face. Ok.....and my imagination starts going wild. <br />
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And then it hit me to go look in the bush because that's where he likes to hide on me. And find him I did...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Needless to say, he was hiding quite well on me, but he was also getting away from the flies. Poor Old Man. I went up to him and offered him his apple. At first I thought he was going to turn it down, but then he changed his mind and gobbled it up nicely.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After spending some time with him, I went on my way. He's still looking pretty good, just can't wait until I can ride again :)</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05662570477040740415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018459686578424095.post-35654873983759822032011-08-12T19:26:00.000-05:002011-09-14T19:41:18.142-05:00Deworming Time! (Yes, we're still alive)Yes, we are still alive here! And I do have to apologize for being a bad horsey Mom. I've barely been out to see Dollar lately, as every time I see him, I feel horrible that I can't really do anything with him. Sigh.<br />
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But today, we had a mission...DEWORMING!! Dollar actually seemed pretty happy to see me, and left his girlfriend with no problems to follow me into the coral. Yeah! Echo on the other hand, was not happy that I took her boyfriend away. It also helped that I had some corn-on-the-cob to entice Dollar. Hehe. <br />
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He happily munched on his corn while I tied him up and went to go get his deworming stuff ready. And then I almost blew a gasket. Why? Oh, because someone decided to take apart my English bridle. FULLY! Aaahh!! So needless to say, that while I grabbed his deworming stuff, I grabbed my bridles as well (English and Western) and put them with my stuff to go in my car. Urg...<br />
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Once I had everything ready, I got ready to do battle with him. Since I had to give him his heaves meds by mouth last year, he doesn't like anything shoved into his mouth. Especially medicine. Sorry Old Man. I did have to fight with him a little bit, as he was being a bit of a brat, but in the end we did get it in. Or most of it. He decided to turn his at the last little bit and got some on his face. That should teach him for not taking everything. Lol. <br />
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</div>After everything was done, I let him back into pasture and reassure Echo that everything was fine. Sigh. I miss my Old Man :(Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05662570477040740415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018459686578424095.post-12376369612702335062011-07-31T20:53:00.000-05:002011-08-09T15:06:34.262-05:00More Picture Spammmmm!!!!<div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Time for more picture spamm!!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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