P is for Possibilities

Last week I was looking online for a bridle for Joy. Nothing I have fits, and the cobbled together piece o’ crap had flappy check pieces, no nose band, and was very stiff. The only thing I needed prior to ordering a new bridle was to measure Joy to determine if I needed a Pony or Cob sized bridle. But I kept forgetting to measure her.

Friday I was talking to my hubby about using $70 to buy a pony bridle I’d found online. He tells me he already bought me one. Not only did he already buy one, but it had just arrived in the mail.

What a sweet heart!!

It’s an HKM dressage bridle that fits Joy really well. Plus, it has the cutest little crystal heart on the brow band.  It looks great on her (I took the flash off of it).

Joy Bridle Joy Bridle Side View

I was telling my husband that all I need now is a bit, and he chimes in that he’s already purchased one and it’s on it’s way here.


What an awesome Hubby!!

I think Joy looks fabulous in her new bridle!

This little pony is smart. I don’t have anywhere to really tie her in the barn yet, so I’ve been making her stand in the middle. She just stands there. I might have to remind her not to move once or twice (which consists of simply putting her back where she was), and then she just stands patiently while I go about whatever I’m doing. It really says a lot about the training her previous owners did with Joy. You can tell they put a lot of time into her.


I really like this pony.  I’m working on putting together some video of her being ridden, but I haven’t had much time to spend on the computer. Hopefully will have something uploaded by Monday. It’s nothing fancy.

O is for Outstanding

The weather lately has been absolutely amazing. Sunny, warm, brilliant blue skies, and just enough breeze to keep things cool.  We’ve been spending a lot of time working on cleaning up the poop piles around the house.

There’s soooo much poop.

Literally, piles and piles of it in the back yard. And not neatly tucked in a corner away from general traffic, but smack dap in the middle of the back yard.


Yesterday I was cleaning stalls (they were nasty). I went to start the little tractor we have that pulls the cart I was filling with poop, and it wouldn’t start. Dead battery. I tell the Hubby and he sets off to rectify the situation. He pulls out a box thing with knobs on it, and jumps the tractor with it. I’m blissfully going about my work when he asks why I didn’t jump it.

Me: “I don’t know how.”

Hubby: “Do you want to learn how?”

Me: “Uh……”

I’m terrible. I wanted to learn, but at the same time… once you know, you can’t pull the excuse of not doing something because you don’t know how.

Anyway, he shows me. Very simple procedure. I’m sure I’ll only shock myself the first several times I attempt it.


M is for Mission Impossible

Gates.. more specifically “How not to hang them”:


One little nudge upward and the gate falls completely over.

Second picture is the gate my husband re-did. Works much better now and I feel safer knowing a stray bump won’t knock the entire gate off its hinges. Yay!


Ava seems to be getting along with Joy better. Well, there’s still several bitch moments, but they’re getting less.

I rode Joy again today. We trotted. Go me! She did great. Not really good with the whole steering thing. Unbalance. Typically green horse stuff. Nothing crazy (thank GOD!).

I couldn’t catch Joy this evening. It was our normal routine of bringing everyone in, and instead of meeting me at the gate she ran like a crazy horse around the pasture for several minutes. So… I made her run a bit more, then caught her. I’m not sure why the change in behavior today. Normally she’s all up in my cool aid. I’ll have to see how tomorrow goes. Otherwise she’ll have to have the halter back on again (which I’d rather not do).

I keep thinking of Joy as very skiddish. She is sometimes. And yet, today a metal scoop got knocked over by the cats. Clanged to the ground loudly. Scared me to death. Joy didn’t twitch a muscle. She was like “Can I go sniff it?”

I have to do something with Joy’s mane. It looks scraggly. She actually has a thick mane, but it looks scraggly no matter what I use on it. I was thinking of cutting it short like a dressage horse. I’m a bit worried it’ll all stick straight up then. On the flip side, I think it would look better once it’s a uniform length.

No great stories to share today. I redefined “We” to mean “My Husband”.

WE will clean the other house. WE will fix stuff and clean poop.

He’s not embracing the new definition as well as I had hoped. 😉

H is for Handyman Hubby

Everyone’s doing Husbands for H day, but let me brag a bit.

My Hubby is freaking awesome.


He built me a wonderful, sturdy stall that also looks beautiful. The door on this stall slides like a dream.

Yesterday he replaced the house’s water tank (which was a long and arduous process), because the old one had a leak. He makes me breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He does the laundry, he does all the grocery shopping, he pays the bills and schedules all the appointments for whatever the house needs. He goes out of his way to help my family with whatever they might need.

Last weekend I mentioned in an off-hand way that I wanted one of those zero gravity chairs, and Monday he comes home with one he found on sale.

He has always supported my horse addiction to the fullest. Never once complained about the time I spend with Ava, or the amount of money it costs us. Or the amount of work it puts on him.

The list goes on and on…. He fixes my car, he maintains the trailer, he mows the lawn, takes out the garbage, he has done most of the moving by himself, and he still finds time to text or call me and ask how my day is going.

Without him, I wouldn’t be able to have a horse, or do even a tenth of the things I’ve been able to do. He pushes me to follow my dreams, tackle the hard things, and confront my fears.

I don’t know how I got lucky enough to catch such a great guy, but boy am I lucky!