Hunter Clinic

As a poor sap who really doesn’t understand “Hunter land”,  i was a bit lost on the intricacies of the clinic.  However,  man,  was I impressed when the clinician made them all do basic dressage work to start off.  It was nice to see that good fundamentals are fundamentals for everything.  

You know what really shocked me…  Each group lesson was 2 hours long.  

My horse would’ve died.  

I would’ve died.  ūüėā 

Makes me recommitted to doing more endurance work with my horses.  Not that I’ll probably ever do “Hunters”, but mine are exhausted after 20 minutes.  Kind of pathetic after watching these machines go for 2 hours straight. 

Anyway,  first group I watched was rather disheartening.  Didn’t seem able to steer,  stop,  or go.  It was like watching kamikaze fighters dive bombing fences. Scary,  yet mesmorizing. 

Second group was much better.  You could actually see shortening and lengtheing strides,  balancing the horse,  etc.  One of the riders had the most to die for flying changes I’ve ever seen in real life.  Just amazing.  None of the late behind,  shuffle change,  weirdness I sometimes see passed off as flying changes.

Oh,  they even had a few older riders in the mix.  That was cool to see.  One older lady’s chestnut got a bug up its butt and decided to hop,  buck,  around.  That little lady stayed glued to the saddle.  Quite impressive to see.  My heart was in my throat watching it though! 

Hunter world, to me, is a crazed land of perfectionist insanity that both fascinates and appalls me.  ūüėĀ 

It was interesting to watch the clinic. A lot of good stuff talked about.  Applicable to any horse rider.  I actually learned a few things,  so that was cool.  And as always,  I’ve gained a deeper respect for the difficulties my sister disciplines face.  

Best part EVER… not a single freaking auditing fee!!  *cough* dressage people *cough*  Anyone who wanted to come and learn was welcome to watch.  Even a naive fool like me was welcomed. 

So there I was,  dressage rider,  watching a hunter clinic.  ūüėÄ

It was fun and educational! 


Catch-Riding 5

Last installment of the “Catch-Riding” saga.

The horse that won’t go…

Read parts One, three, and four here (part two says nothing).

The owner was there for this ride. In addition to the owner, there were several other helpful ladies in the arena who each had a suggestion on how to ride the horse. I don’t think I went more than 2 steps with someone suggesting I do something¬†different (kick, turn, ¬†etc).

To be honest, it was.. uh, stressful.

Riding someone else’s horse in front of them, while feeling judged by half a dozen people who keep calling out how to make the horse actually move… it’s really not as much fun as it sounds.

I don’t think the were actually judging me, it just felt that way.
I think they were trying to be helpful.

Anyway, I had the same issue of getting the first trot of the ride. It wasn’t quite as bad as the previous ride, and I successfully worked through it (once the horse was convinced I really meant it, again). After that, he got right down to work and motored along like he was enjoying himself. He actually seemed more willing to keep going without reminders this ride. I didn’t even need to use my legs except to remind him for bend or capture the outside energy on a turn.

The owner suggested I do several walk/trot transitions, which I had assumed would exacerbate the balking issue, but those worked great at making him sharper off the leg.

Reminder to self:  Transitions done correctly really do work!

I felt like I was gaining more control of the entire outside of the horse this ride. ¬†Less drifting. ¬†We went were I pointed him and he wasn’t escaping (too much) out the outside.

He felt like he was more honestly powering from behind, ¬†and reaching into the bit (not honestly accepting it yet, ¬†but wasn’t backed off of it).

He was really fun to ride once he was motoring along under his own power. I find it so weird that the horse has such an aversion to forward at the beginning, and yet acts like he really enjoyed working once he got going.

I’m still confused how they consistently get him forward, so I asked the owner again how they made him go. ¬†Like, what special tricks did she have up her sleeve. She responded with that’s why they use spurs. ¬†I think it was a glib response, but then she made the comment that I must have calves of steel since he was going without spurs for me (I don’t actually have calves of steel. More like jello.). I still really want to see one of his regular riders ride him so I can pick their brains while they’re working through his issues.

I was really stressed with all the eyes on me this ride… ¬†I didn’t ride very long and was glad to get off.

After the ride, I got a bit of the ‘barn drama’ from the cast and crew that was there that day. ¬†I wanted no part of that discussion. Ha! It made me glad I don’t board anymore.

I told the owner after that ride that I couldn’t come out as much anymore, ¬†but if she wanted a one time a week rider than I’d be happy to help for another month (it’s a 45 min one way to drive to ride her horse). ¬†She didn’t pursue that option.

However, ¬†the owner did graciously offer to let me take lessons on her horse if I wanted. ¬†I think that’d be fun, ¬†and beneficial, but…. I’m having severe cash flow issues now. ¬†Of course no one believes me when I say I’m broke, ¬†so it’s always interpreted as “don’t wanna”. ¬†I guess it makes sense. ¬†I mean, ¬†who doesn’t¬†have an extra $30 lying around? ¬†Oh right, ¬†this girl… ¬†ūüėēūüôĀ

I really want to see owner and the other rider ride this horse now. ¬†What do they use to snap him out of his “I don’t wanna” ¬†moments. ¬†Learning new tools to resolve this issue could be really useful in the future.

All in all, a massive learning experience and I’m thrilled I had a chance to learn from this horse and his owner and other rider. ¬†Plus, ¬†just being able to sit on a horse of this caliber was a dream come true! ¬†I did find that my self-confidence, ¬†or lack of, ¬†really hindered me in this experience. ¬†I felt out of place and lacking (my own issues at play). I had a hard time staying focused and not being worried how others saw me. ¬†It’s something I’ll have to keep working on.

Catch Riding 4

The horse that won’t go.

See: Catch Ride and Catch-Riding 3

Note: This occurred a while ago, but I left the timeline as is since it follows the other post. 

It’s been 3 rides now, ¬†and I can honestly say I’ve never met a horse that I had so many issues about just¬†GOING FORWARD.

Pre-ride tack up

Last night I rode (our 3rd ride), and although he was a tad bit better, ¬†we still had two rather big fights. Both were related to the very first trot of the session. ¬†After that, ¬†he seemed more amendable. I’ll get to that later.

The Box Exercise at the Walk:

The good stuff: i was able to do a semi-reasonable rendition of the box exercise at the walk when focusing on the shoulders only. ¬†He wiggles. ¬†He drifts. ¬†He thinks half-assed is good enough, but when more precision was requested he complied. ¬†I couldn’t get anything at all the ride before this because I had zero “Go” ¬†buttons at all. This time he at least kept walking and he allowed me to turn with my thigh and outside aids better.

The bad: There was very limited understanding of moving the hind end,  and he has limited understanding of the outside rein.  And he seemed resistant to crossing his hind legs.

In the saddle, when i ask for leg-yield on the wall, ¬†he takes short, kind of hopping strides if crossing the left over the right. For the box exercise, he took short steps to cross his hinds. When I’m on the ground and ask him to move his hind away and cross he does so with big, sweeping strides. ¬† Seems to be an ‘in the saddle’ issue. Still unsure if it’s pain or simply a balance/strength issue…

Halt/Walk Transitions:

The good: i was able to get the walk from the halt with a light aid even next to the door where he got stuck and utterly froze the first two rides.

The bad: the strike off to the walk is still lackluster and without true energy.  He sloths his way around,  exerting the least amount of energy possible.  He falls into the walk and ambles.

Walk/Trot Transition:

The good: after the initial issue of picking up a trot for the first time, ¬†his walk/trot transitions became better. ¬†He became more workman like in his attitude, ¬†less belligerent. ¬†A couple of the walk to trot transitions were actually decent and had some energy. ¬† Like Training Level decent…

I have no delusions that “workman like” attitude will roll over to the next ride.

The bad: my first ask for a walk to trot transition, ¬†he planted, ¬†raised his head, ¬†and humped his back with a definite “No”. I pulled him off balance to the side and got his feet moving at the walk again, ¬†I asked for trot again¬†lightly, ¬†nothing. I asked harder and SAME FRIGGIN’ response! Utter No.

Finally I turned him sharply,  booted him hard with both heels,  and popped him lightly with the whip (I was really expecting a big buck).  He lurched into a sort of jog trot,  so i petted him up and told him he was good and let him walk again.   Asked for the trot again lightly, and after that it was fine.

I’m still not a hundred percent sure this is truly a behavioral issue and not a pain response. OR, he had pain that’s now gone, but is still expecting pain… His reactions seem over the top to me. ¬†He apparently has had several medical issues in the past that would’ve caused him pain, but he’s got a really good owner who has gone to great lengths to ensure he’s healthy and pain free now. ¬†So why is he still acting like he’s going to die if he moves?

Leg yield:

The good: he let me move him with just a weight aid both ways after the first one. No calf or leg needed at all (he’s incredibly sensitive to seat).

The bad: he’s drifting his hind behind him. ¬†Bare minimum of crossing behind. ¬†He becomes resistant when attempting to half-halt the outside rein in order to realign his front and back. Assuming it’s not pain/injury related, then I think the hind end drift will decrease once he understands the hind-end box exercise ¬†and outside rein. ¬†And i also think the wall leg-yield will help him limber up more and increase his understanding of outside rein and inside hind. ¬†He wasn’t “bad”, ¬†he’s just not correct. Maybe his other rider has tricks that work better for him. I was operating on path of least resistance, or… however I can trick him into working correctly without hitting his “I won’t” wall.


The good: His second and later responses to a light canter aid were prompt.

The bad: I could not get the canter the first time. ¬†He wouldn’t even give a wrong response. ¬†I got no, zero, nada, nothing response. ¬†He just trotted along like nothing else was being asked. ¬†I assumed it was me. Could be my balance was off, ¬†or he felt unbalanced and refused. ¬†I changed direction, tried to get him as balanced as I could and I asked again. He picked it up no issues. All other trot/canter transitions were great.

All downward transitions were horrendous. I don’t know what his downward transition buttons are. I can’t really half-halt him to set him up, and he doesn’t push into the bridle as a forward thinking transition, so every downward trans looked like a camel. Unbalanced and ugly. ¬†I’ll have to ask his riders next time I see them how they cue for downwards.

My Very Amateur Impressions:

He’s very stiff through his ribs and back.

His right side appears to be less able to stretch when going left,  I think.  Probably because his left hind is weaker than his right.  He seems right dominant.  Stronger on that side.  Tighter muscles.

He slipped on the footing twice at the end of the last ride. ¬†This is super footing, so it’s not a footing issue. Both times the left hind seemed to just spin out from under him. ¬†I’m suspicious something else is going on with him…. Perhaps it’s simply weaker and he was overly tired?

And, either I really suck, or his training level is more on par with Training Level than what I had assumed. I never know though.. I know I’m not the best rider. I’m passable, decent, but compared to some I’m like a toad sitting on a log. I’m really dying to see his other rider and owner ride him sometime. I would love to know if it’s my riding that’s the issue, or it’s the same for everyone.

I bribed him with a couple of treats this ride. When he put in a bit of effort I gave him a small treat. ¬†I was trying to use walk as a reward, but wondered if I could reach him faster by using both a walk break and a small treat. I know some frown on this, but I’ve always used bribes for Ava and Joy while riding. Didn’t hurt Ava’s test scores any. ¬†This horse just seems so… resigned. Not that I really blame him. Who wants to work out? Not me. If I were a horse, I’d be that jerk pony that won’t go above a walk while little kids kicked furiously at my sides. HAhaha

Catch Riding 3

Note: I wrote this a while ago. This wasn’t last week, but I left it in there for timeline info.

I rode the horse that I’m catch-riding last Wednesday (my last post where i was super excited).

See Catch Rider part 1 here.

The owner works a lot, so she was having a lady at the barn ride the horse a couple of times a week to keep him fit and to help train him. The other rider at the barn broke her foot and can’t ride for a while.

The owner had arranged to have the lady who normally rides him there to give me a mini-lesson on him.¬†I was warned he’s very tricky to ride. ¬† Emphasis on that because I’ve heard that phrase more this week than i have my entire life.

Short back story: ¬†I spent several years as a working student for a dressage trainer who gave me every badly trained, untrained, or tricky horse she got in to ride. ¬†The ones that reared constantly, ¬†the buckers, ¬†the never been sat on before, ¬†the hot heads, ¬†the crazys…. Anything the trainer didn’t want to fall off of, ¬†she threw me up on to it (frankly, ¬†I loved it!)

So when the owner suggested I take a lesson on him with his other rider, ¬†I mentally poo poo’d the idea. However, ¬†I won’t pass up help if given. They know the horse, ¬†I don’t….

Post ride


That ride on Wednesday was a horse who was… ¬†I guess the best way to describe it (in hindsight) is “lacking forward”. ¬†He was always against or behind my leg. ¬† Even if I booted him hard it was a subdued response. ¬†Half hearted. The most I got out of him with a firm boot to the ribs at a walk was a big “I’ll buck you off if you do that again” message.

It was difficult to keep him straight.  I had no outside rein.  He escaped out the shoulders on every circle. No real bend. He felt crooked.  Like he tilted toward the right.  It made me feel like i was slightly off center.

He’d go in “frame” ¬†if you placed your hands dead center and didn’t move, ¬†but he never felt connected. He never felt like he reached for it on his own, ¬†nor that it was there due to energy from behind. ¬†It was just a headset. ¬†He looked ok, ¬†but it didn’t feel right.

The most I could get out of him was a change of direction or a 20 meter circle with lots of drifting (no outside aids to stop it). Anything beyond that was beyond my skill level to pull out of him. ¬†I really felt like I could barely control the turns. ¬†I almost ran into the other lady riding even though the planned path would’ve given her a wide berth.

He went better with the lady’s suggestions, ¬†but I still felt like i was riding half a horse. Half power, ¬†not using his body, stiff back, and backed off.

They said they normal wear spurs with him, ¬†and carry a whip. ¬†I’m not against spurs, ¬†but I personally hate wearing them (hurt my ankles, I suck at using them).

I went home feeling defeated and confused, ¬†and wondering how I was going to ride him the rest of the week (I barely got him to go last time). ¬†I wasn’t sure i could ride him. ¬†I wasn’t sure I wasn’t going to go out and end up sitting on a horse that would refuse to move at some point and no solutions. I knew I couldn’t force him to go if he didn’t want to. He made it clear he’d fight fire with fire at one point. ¬†And the tips the lady gave me hadn’t made any difference in his response to the leg anyway. ¬†Spurs weren’t going on my feet. ¬†The whip made barely any effect. Heels were so-so….

I felt a defeated… ¬†I’ve ridden just about every type of horse imaginable, ¬†and this one, ¬†the one that i was so excited to ride, ¬†was going to be the one that showed me how inept I was. ¬†*hang my head*

Thursday i went out to ride him again. ¬†I do have some tricks I can try. ¬†Joy had sticky feet when i bought her, ¬†and now she’ll go like a bat outta hell if I nudge her. ¬†Figured I’d do my best, ¬†and if I couldn’t get him to go without kicking every two strides then I’d let his owner know I wasn’t a good fit for her horse (hate to make things¬†worse).

Naive optimism helps me tackle a lot of life’s problems. ¬†ūüėČ

So Thursday I start off with some simple leg-yielding along the wall.  I normally like to use the box exercise,  but that made him die out more.  The wall leg-yield started poorly.   He gave a lack luster effort.  Bare minimum.  No energy at all. I was trying very hard to be precise in my aids.  Lot of release to ensure he gets the point that when he goes off the light aid then he gets rewarded.

He was tapping out my ability to be uber-precise with leg aids.

He perks up a bit by the 5th one, ¬†where I’m being very deliberate in the light aid cue, with a stronger cue to back it up if ignored, ¬†then leg off immediately if he responds in the slightest. He starts to feel a bit more limber. ¬†A little bigger walk. ¬†He starts to feel a¬†little bit more responsive to the aids. Nothing major.

I had just started trotting when another lady comes in.

I look like ass trying so hard to keep him going, ¬†so I make a joke about still trying to find his “buttons”. ¬†She offhandedly tells me that every time he shows a bit of belligerence, ¬†turn him. ¬†So, ¬†I do… ¬†Turn, ¬†turn, ¬†turn, ¬†turn, ¬†couple of double taps hard with my heels on his ribs one time when he slowed during a circle once and…


Suddenly i had an engine under me!

A big motor!

He powered himself around after that. ¬†We trotted and cantered, ¬†did some normal leg yields toward the rail. ¬†I could start to half-halt with the outside rein finally. ¬†I felt like i could steer with my seat fairly well (he still drifted more than i wanted). ¬†He wasn’t exactly “connected”, but I felt like he was more honestly finding the bit instead of just holding his head in a frame.

I dropped him back to walk and I could feel his back swinging under me this time.

I let him catch his breath for a while, ¬†then thought I’d try to recreate it again now that he’d rested for a bit.

I asked him to pick up the trot with my seat. ¬†He popped into it. ¬†He didn’t try to stop at the door like he always does, ¬†he kept motoring along under his own.

We had some lovely working trot going.  I caught bits and pieces in the mirror,  and desperately wished I had someone to video tape it.

So.. ¬†What i learned is that no matter the age, ¬†size, ¬†or training on a horse, ¬†the old standby of shifting their weight to move their feet works (maybe a well timed reminder to solidify the idea doesn’t hurt either).

And wiggles,  shoulders,  and contact issues are almost always a result of lack of true forward.  That horse was easy to ride after he was in front of my leg.

I’m going back out tomorrow. I’m more optimistic about it now.

Hopefully i can recreate it again. ¬†There seemed to be some discussion amongst the barn riders that one trick may work one day, ¬†but not another. ¬†Like i said, ¬†they’ve told me repeatedly that he’s tricky to ride.

To be honest, ¬†after Wednesday’s ride, ¬†my only goal was to not make anything worse. ¬†I’ve only got this ride for a short period of time. ¬†His old riders will be healed up and back on him again soon.

It’s my understanding that the lady who gave me a mini-lesson is able to pull out of him some semblance of First or Second Level work… or, at least, they said they started flying changes with him. ¬†As I see it, my only job is to keep him fit and give him some lovin’ until his normal riders are fit again. ¬†The lady that’s riding him now (not the owner, ¬†but the one that gave me a mini lesson) ¬†has shown through Intermediare 2. ¬†I’m just a lower level rider. ¬†I’ll leave him to the experts once they’re healed. ¬†In the meantime, ¬†I’ll have fun riding him.

Catch Ride

A friend of mine contacted me a few days ago about riding her horse once or twice a week.  

I love riding other people’s horse. Plus,  there’s always a bit of an adrenaline rush when being asked to sit on someone else’s beloved horse.  ūüėĀ 
Since I’ve been super depressed about how far away from my goals I’ve gotten,  and how I really miss interacting with other horse people,  I thought this might be a good way to feel helpful and satisfy my social interaction a bit.  

I especially wanted an opportunity to ride a horse  like my friend’s horse.  A 16.3h Oldenburg cross with movement to die for, and a temperment to match. It’s been ages since I’ve been on a horse this nice. 

So we met up yesterday for a test run. 

After climbing a full set of stairs,  I was able to mount the beast.  Unfortunately,  no one owns stirrups for midgets anymore.  If I pointed my toes down I could almost keep the irons from rattling around below me as I rode,  but not much use to me.  

Big trot on this guy.  Lot of upward movement.  Smoother than Ava,  but more powerful.  Unfortunately,  he was lame… 

A lot of nervous,  yet lazy,  energy.  The kind of horse that is normally safe,  but can be frustrating because their feet are sticky while their brains are going a million miles an hour.  

i.e. The typical TB brain,  but stuck in a warmbloods body.  ūüėā 

Anyway,  I think I could do the horse a lot of good.  His issues right now are all issues I’ve dealt with before with Ava and Joy.  Forward off a light aid,  keeping the forward energy without being nagged,  straightness,  etc. The normal,  basic stuff. 

What really got me last night was how incredibly insecure I felt about riding my friend’s horse in front of her.  

I felt like I wasn’t going to measure up.  I was afraid to address any issues,  for fear of being judged as incompetent.  I was afraid that she would realize I suck and never ask me to come back again. 

Talk about insecure!  Gesh! 

Don’t think this was any reflection on my friend.  She’s one of the nicest people I know.  This was entirely my own insecurities giving me a good shake up last night.  

The plan,  as we left it,  is to meet up next week for another try,  I’ll bring my midget stirrup leathers this time,  and hopefully the horse will be sound.  I’ll have to figure out how to bash down my own insecurities so I can do this horse justice and not just be a passenger.  

Also,  I found out this barn the horse is at has several clinics a year.   Now that i know where it’s at,  I’ll have to audit a couple.  

I’ll keep you posted on what happens next.  Fingers crossed I get asked back.  Second fingers crossed that I overcome my horrendous insecurity issues before then.  ūüėÄ

Danger Noodles and Mouse Sized Spiders

I was going to tell you about all our adventures in the last blog post, but it seemed too long. So I broke it into two posts.

I’ve been feeling a lot more confident in Joy’s ability to handle new things this year. I’ve been trying to take her out on the trails by herself more often.

We’ve finally conquered walking past the poop bog. That used to send us careening backward at full speed into ditches and trees. Now she simply gives it the stink eye while nervously walking past.

Yesterday we wandered out to the other side of the field to check out a freshly mowed path. Joy walked on a fairly loose rein the entire time. 

We were on our way back when the branch laying in the path ahead of us started slithering away. 

I’m terrible with identifying snakes. My default is avoidance whenever possible.

I halted Joy with the intent that we’d wait until the snake moved off the path.  I don’t think she even saw the snake.  Some leaf way ahead of us was beyond scary though,  and she was certain we needed to flee immediately. 

A couple of tense moments.  Snake was finally off the path.  Joy and I continued down the path and it was as if nothing had happened. 

I got back to the barn and started cleaning stalls.  I was sweeping up some loose hay in the corner when a small critter the size of a mouse scooted away and buried itself under some other hay. I figured Id shoo it out of the stall.   I moved the pile and this massive spider ran out and stopped next to the stall wall  staring at me.  

I go into attack mode! 

“No spider will allowed to live in my pony’s stall!! ”

I stabbed it with the bristols of the broom as hard as I can. 

I lift the broom,  expecting to see a wounded or dead spider,  but the dang thing had grabbed on to the bristols and was valiantly crawling his way up towards me. 

We lock eyes… 

I see I’m out matched,  so I hurl broom with spider out of the stall door and into the pasture. 


I needed the broom still… 

Still working on the canter

We had some fun adventures yesterday!

I rode Joy. I’m still working on the canter.

Her canter is horrendous. Just God awful to ride. Feels like she’s in four separate pieces and they’re all going different ways. It’s the weirdest canter I’ve ever ridden.

She canters with her hind legs close together, like a bunny hop type canter, when she gets the least bit unbalanced. The front end is always flying off in front of us. The hind end is always waaaay out behind us. It’s terrible. Hard to ride, and pretty much everything I’ve tried has either made her a hot mess, caused too much tension, or overall simply made the issue worse.

So, my latest idea is try more forward! When in doubt, add forward! Ha!

This was our June canter (I have nothing past that), which was rather decent for Joy. She doesn’t look too relaxed about it though. Tense. Tail swinging around. We’re fighting.


And this is today:

Nothing super big, but I was happy she was more adjustable and I could steer with my seat. That was cool.

A big THANK YOU to my super generous, and awesome, hubby for video taping the canter last night.

The case of the dastardly turkeys

Joy’s been about as well behaved as a red head with a napoleon complex can be, so I decided to ride her out to the field behind the pastures for a change of scenery.

Wouldn’t you know it, not ten feet down the path that leads to the back field and there’s a massive turkey and her brood of chicks milling about in the path.

Joy comes to a screeching halt when she see’s them. I was praying the turkey didn’t decide to go flapping her wings and scaring Joy into insanity.

We had a few tense turkey-pony stand off moments…

No one was going to make the first move, so I let out a war cry, booted Joy toward the turkey gang, and we chased them into the woods.


It must’ve boosted Joy’s moral, because she seemed to relax after that.

We walked down the rest of the trail, and over to the path through the field. I wanted to try trotting Joy down the straight away that runs past the back of my pasture. It went well the first time. We trotted past our pasture and to the end of the straight away where I asked her to walk and then turn around. I didn’t want to trot “toward home” yet, so we walked back toward the pasture. As soon as we were half way past my pasture again, I asked for the trot. Joy trotted, then cantered. I freaked out a bit… then realized Joy wasn’t being out of control so we cantered the rest of the way down that stretch of path. When we reached the end, I asked her to walk. No issues. Whew!

However, after that point I only had two choices of gait: walk or canter. No trot. haha

So we cantered around for a while.

It was a BLAST!! That little pony is so much fun to ride!!

We wrapped it up after a while and headed back toward home.

We were casually strolling down one of the paths through some pine tree’s when those dastardly turkeys came out behind the tree’s with spears!

Joy sprung into action and  valiantly chased the evil turkeys off!


Joy’s such a trooper. The crap she has to put up with, with me as her owner… hahaha

All in all, a successful, and massively fun, outing by ourselves. I was very proud of my little warrior pony.


Horses at home

My little princess, Ava, doesn’t enjoy summer. She is happiest squirreled into her stall with a hay net and fan.

I threw Ava outside after her dinner so she’d go be a horse for a few hours. 

She kept an ear cocked,  listening for me to come out and “save”  her. Obviously her human had made some kind of mistake and would rectify it immediately. 

I forgot my phone on the back deck.  I had to crawl across the deck on my hands and knee’s to retrieve the phone, because if Ava see’s me she runs to her paddock gate,  refuses to leave it,  and will whinny until I let her in.

Ava heard me open the back door.  She ran to her paddock gate, whinnied,  then stood there seeming confused when she couldn’t see me.

I crawled back inside…

At 9pm I snuck out to the pasture without being seen. I hollered out ‘Ava!! You can come back in now!”

Ava whips her head up, and lets out a continual bellowing whinny as she galloped up to the paddock gate. 

Today, the little monster (Ava still) decided she needed more hay, and began her systematic kicking of the stall wall to voice her displeasure.





“It’s second lunchies,  bitch” BAM!! 


I snuck out to the barn hoping to catch her in the act, but right before I get to the barn Joy lets out a big “Hey, what’cha doing?!” whinny.

D’oh. Caught.

I hid behind the wall of the barn hoping they’d both think they were mistaken and go back to what they were doing.

 They both pressed their heads hard against the bars, trying to eye ball me as I snuck looks around the corner.  

Ava’s new trick is to shove whatever itches in my face.  Shoulder itches?  Shove it into the human.  Belly?  Yup,  human can access it better from the ground.  

The cat’s have become complacent around Ava lately.  They should know better, but they are arrogant cats.  Yesterday I let Ava out and one of the cats decided to make friends with Ava.  It should’ve been one of those cutsey moments..  Instead,  Ava’s ears go back and demon monster horse lunges with teeth and hooves flying toward the cat.  The hoof missed by skant inches. Cat goes fleeing for her life.  Ava promptly turns toward me with a “Hehehe..  Did you see that cat run!”  look.  Like she expected me to get a good laugh out of it.  

Ok,  I admit,  once I knew the cat was fine,  it was kind of funny. 


The old lady