Drugs and Things

Happy St. Paddy’s Day!

I actually had a week of above negative temps in which to get the child to work, and after an initially rough start… we had a great run!

We had our first lesson of the year with Ashley, and we really focused on moving off my leg (baby doth protest) and bringing him forward into the contact. Ashley and I have such an awesome relationship out of the barn, it makes our lessons that much better. She got some really nice work out of both of us.

Right now we’re really working on Eli not blowing my leg off when I ask him for something. It’s led to a few hysterics but I’m really gaining a ton of confidence with him and learning that I can ride through his baby bullshit, so now it’s no big deal.

We also played around a bit with our trot-canter transition and while there was a lot of bucking, his canter is soooo much nicer than when I brought him home. I can tell he’s gained a lot of balance and muscle in the last six months, and he’s an insanely comfortable ride.

I had also decided, a few weeks ago, that since it was getting “warmer” and Eli’s work schedule has started to get more intense, that it was time to give him a basic trace clip.

Holy shitballs was that a horrible idea. After 45 minutes, two handlers, and a lot of cussing I gave up on the whole adventure. This meant he was stuck looking like the by product of a run in with Edward Scissorhands.

”Twas bad, but the fight we were having with him was significantly worse than the clip job.

Our wonderful vets were coming out to give spring shots anyways so I decided that maybe the least stressful approach to cleaning things up was to ask them to sedate him… when I called the office their receptionist (whom I absolutely adore) laughed but agreed that that was the best approach.

They came out and gave him the first round. He got sleepy, but not really so we agreed to give him a bit more. He knocked out… until I turned on the clippers and he swung around and tried to eat me.

So we went for round 3. The dude could hardly stand up but the second I touched his shoulders with the clippers he launched his attack.

Both vets agreed that Eli was probably the most dramatic of creatures they’d seen in a while. The larger of the two grabbed hold of his halter and with his restraint I managed to clean up the clip he had. E still fought the crap out of us, but was at least too slow to do much damage.

Such drugged, no happy.

Since it was such a traumatic day for both of us (plus shots and microchip) he got the next 48 hours off except for a light handwalk and teaching my lessons with me.

I’ve ordered several electric toothbrushes off of Amazon and will be dedicating a lot of time in the next year to getting him over this whole thing. (My mother has already dubbed him Rue Paul.)

Well, in all honesty, I’m going to have my hands full over the next year just trying to develop this sock of marbles into some sort of semblance of a solid citizen. He’s becoming hands down the quirkiest thing I’ve encountered, but also easily the most rewarding so I’ll take it.

Oh, hi!

I mostly suck.

In all honesty, though, training a green horse in winter is pretty boring.

We’ve been doing a lot of waiting for it to warm up and then riding through the silliness just in time for the temps to drop again.

Wildly frustrating is an understatement!

The most exciting news so far is that I did get accepted as a Retired Racehorse Program trainer for the 2019 “class” and from the looks of FB a bunch of my fellow OTTB friends did as well. I’m super excited to get Eli to Kentucky, and reunite with some of the people I miss!

Dats Me!

While my heart is mostly set on Eli having a job as an event horse, I’m looking closely at all of the disciplines and the questions that are being asked before I make any final decisions. So much is going to depend on how Eli handles himself on field trips, and in the coming warm months that I don’t want to make a snap decision… mostly because the atmosphere at the Horse Park is so electric and I want him to have a great experience!

He’s been coming along as well as can be expected of such a mentally immature giant who can’t stay in consistent work, and right now I’m just happy to have more than a day or two in a row where I can get on him.

Honestly… that’s it. That’s as exciting as my life has been in the past month. I’m not complaining, since it looks like I’m going to have a pretty exciting summer!

Happy New Year…

In typical Catie fashion, this post is late.

I’m not really a huge fan of making New Year’s Resolutions because a year is a long time and with horses, hard and fast goals usually sets you up for anxiety and failure. I ain’t about that life.

My dudes rang in the New Year with a handful of really awesome rides. Eli is continuing on a really nice trajectory and I’m dying to find out if our application has been accepted to the RRP this year. Feb 1st seems so far away!

Working hard…. ish

We have a bunch of exciting new sponsors for the upcoming season, and I’m so excited to have the support of these awesome companies! Feel free to click over to the new “2019 Sponsors” tab to check them out!

Jake has been a little bit more of a challenge. He’s been going beautifully, and has really started to get the hang of working under himself consistently. I’ve been happier and happier with our rides of late, and my cajones are firmly reattached. I’m not worried about stepping up and pushing an issue when it needs to be pushed now. We’ve learned to read each other and that’s been a game changer.

We had the chiro out this Monday morning to adjust him, and he was out in quite a few places…. withers, SI, and sacrum. He had 24 hours off, and then I lightly lunged him in the Pessoa system late Tuesday night and went beautifully. Wednesday I swung my leg over for a hack and he was a mess to the right. To the left he was moderately inconsistent but it was easy to coax him into a proper frame… but as soon as I asked him to change the bend to the right he came unglued buggy horse style.

I finally settled with some long and low work on the buckle and I called it good. I gave him some Bute and since our Magnawave magician was coming Thursday morning, I figured he was just sore from the chiro. I’m always sore for a few days after my chiro appointments, so it seemed fair.

Corey came to wave him on Thursday and when she touched him with the loop, his knees practically buckled. Since he was the last horse on a very long list, it meant it was after hours for the clinic so I gave him some bute and handwalked for a bit after I finished teaching. He was never unsound, not one bit.

Friday morning the woman who works with me reported he hadn’t touched his hay a bit, so I called our vet to follow up. We decided that he was sore because he was so out, and since he had compensated for so long his brain had exploded with the new muscles.

We decided to start him on some Robaxin and lunge him super lightly over the weekend and I would check back in on Monday after I hacked him, and see where we were going to go from there. Fingers crossed he’s just sore.

He’s an anxious, sensitive dude so it makes sense. He’s not one to be stoic, so an overreaction seems fitting. He’s not a far cry from his mother, really.

I lunged them both today, and he seemed pretty happy to pluck around on the end of the lunge line and stretch. His brother, on the other hand…

Thoroughbreds, man. So much majestic.

Wild Child

I’m going to preface this post with the common knowledge that sometimes I make poor decisions.

The arena was finished up on Thursday, but since I had family in town we had to wait to take our maiden voyage until Friday night. I made the (correct) decision to just lunge Eli. He was like a gorilla at the end of the lunge line. All limbs and exuberance.

We had the arena to ourselves so I let him play his little heart out at the end of the line while I giggled. He cracks me up, because he can’t manage to rearrange his limbs in a timely enough fashion to land the shenanigans, so it’s mostly just a lot of tripping and farting.

He had the time of his life, though, and even shocked me by standing still in his stall while I wrapped his hind legs. Usually it’s a chaotic mess of flailing because he “just wants to touch the wraps already, mooooom.”

After a relatively lazy morning this morning, I headed out to the barn to teach a tiny tot lesson, and then ride the beast. He was happy to stand on the crossties moderately patiently while I adjusted his new 5 point.

(Side note: is there anything harder than being 5’2 and having to adjust straps on a 17.1 h wiggling baby when said some of the straps are above your head? I think not.)

It was only on the walk out to the arena that I was beginning to wonder if I’d made the right choice in riding. Now is the time to mention, they’ve also been in for 2 days since all of our snow melted and now our farm is essentially a sheet of ice. And he’s 5. And he has no hair. And it’s winter. But it’s fine.

After he bolted away from the mounting block, we had a discussion about manners and I swung aboard.

I really suck at decision making sometimes, guys.

He proceeded to bounce and bolt and hop across the arena like somebody set his tail on fire. Thank god for my running martingale because otherwise I would be trying to bum a ride back from Massachusetts. We had no breaks. Minimal steering. No hamsters in sight on the wheel.

To add to the fun, the wind started to howl… while simultaneously banging the big doors on both ends of the arena.

I am honestly surprised he held it together as well as he did, and while he was boinging around like a ping pong ball, he was desperately trying to be kind so he didn’t lose me in the process.

After our 5th or 6th meltdown at X, I asked the other girls in the ring if they minded if I tossed him on the lunge line for a bit. They happily agreed, and I let the beast out to play.

After he realized he was free, he bucked and bolted and kicked and farted and just generally carried on like a loon. One of the things I’ve learned about this guy is that if he’s using his hind boots as an excuse to buck, we’re not getting much in the way of work done. We’ll get past that eventually but for now we just go with it. In order for me to push buttons, he has to trust that I’m not going to be upset with him.

Because there were two other riders in the ring who were being gracious, I got E to the point where he picked up the canter without a complete meltdown and called it good. I did hop back on and walk a few more circles to reinforce that when Mom gets off to lunge you, it doesn’t mean she’s done riding. He mostly kept it together, so I called it good before we could have another meltdown and continue to be in everybody’s way.

The good news is that I really enjoy his new set up. Changing him to the Waterford was a great choice, and the running martingale was just enough to keep the rodeo under control when shit really hit the fan. Plus the grab strap on the 5-point is a perfect handle when he goes into bronco mode.

He’s such a sensitive guy that I’m walking a fine line between setting a firm boundary and exploding his brain when he’s hot like that, but for the most part, we’re figuring it out. He’s got a great heart, so it’ll all work out just fine.

Christmas, Puddles, and Dirt

Guess what!! The arena is officially done! Which means it’s the end of our mid winter vacation. It was probably the best Christmas present ever, and well worth the wait. It’s so beautiful and flat.

LOOK!

  • We’ve had a pretty uneventful week off which is fine since much cold, so Christmas.
  • We did have a warm day on Saturday, so I took the dude for a stroll out in the hay field to see if I could blow his mind with the far away adventure. We jumped in some puddles, lost a bell boot, and found out that my boots weren’t as water proof as I thought. I was super pleased that Eli managed to contain himself, and didn’t give me a single issue about sloshing through… whatever.
  • The lengths to which this creature can extend his neck directly upwards are comical. He’s like a furry periscope. It just keeps going up and up and up. I’m hoping he’ll use his powers for good, not evil, in the coming days.
  • He’s managed to handle the time off pretty well, until yesterday when I had the pleasure of flying him like a kite to his pasture. When he wants to, the guy can really get up there. It’s the neck, I think. Buttttt he has excuses, since the temps plummeted, he was out of work, and there were big piles of dirt everywhere.
  • It’s funny to see how he’s now at the point in his let down where he just feels GOOD. I’ve really invested my money in the places I feel like it 100% counts for these guys, as far as body work (here’s looking at you, PEMF), his gut, and his feet. We’re in a routine. We get outside. We love peppermints. He’s gone from being a wild eyed terror who bites stuff, to a quirky toddler who just wants to play (but also still sometimes bites stuff, but it’s mostly an accident now).
  • I’m still so excited about his prospects for 2019! He keeps getting better and better, and was way more than I could have asked for… and we’re not even three months in!
  • I spent most of Christmas Day snoogling with him, since I did chores that day, and so now I have feelings of excitement that you all have to listen too.
  • It could also be the gorgeous new (GREY… can’t shove me in the hunter ring now!) show coat that I got, that has me pumped up. Is there anything better to motivate you than new clothes and new arena footing?

    I think not.

    2019, we’re coming for you!

    Forced Vacation

    The facility that I work at has had a soft spot in the arena for a few days, so the barn owner decided to have an excavation company come to take a peek and see what what was going on.

    It’s ended up being that we now get a new base and footing for Christmas; the horses get a week off!

    While it’s not super ideal, I’m stoaked about the end game. Our arena is gonna be bomb when we’re done and in the grand scheme of things a week is NBD.

    It’s also been unseasonably warm (I had naked horses turned out today…) so they’ve been enjoying extra free time.

    We’re hoping that we’ll have the arena done by Sunday and everybody can be back in the game next week…hopefully sans dramatics buuut since the majority of my creatures are baby Thoroughbreds and two devilishly adorable ponies that’s probably a pipe dream.

    The other great thing is that my boys have been going out in the paddock next to the commotion of big trucks, so yay for extra desensitization. Neither seem to really give a hiccup.

    Creepers

    I took advantage of our downtime to schedule a visit from our favorite vet to float Eli’s teeth and pull a Coggins. Turns out his teeth were pretty sketchy…while the overall conformation of his mouth was pretty good, the teeth were super sharp. She’ll be back for Jake later in January, since my wallet is officially smoking and we had his teeth done in the spring.

    I also switched Eli’s three piece KK to a Waterford. We’ve had repeatedly good success with them on our other creatures, so I decided to give it a shot. I did end up buying the bit .5″ too big, but luckily Jake has a huge mouth (even though he’s a full hand and change shorter) so I’m going to recycle it to him and Eli got his own.

    We’re adding a running martingale to his set up and I’m hoping the changes will set us up for success moving forward. E officially his own gear and hook in the tack room now, so I guess you could say things are getting pretty serious. Our RRP ’19 application is in, and I have a standing weekly lesson set with my trainer…

    Here goes nothin’.

    Weekend Wrap Up

    Living in the North during the winter can be a real PITA when you’re trying to keep a horse in any kind of serious program. I’ve always had a hard and fast rule that anything under 15* is nothing more than light hack weather.

    Wednesday and Thursday ended up being pretty frigid, so everybody got handwalked… minus a few that got lightly lunged.

    Friday brought some better weather but I was so busy trying to catch up with client horses, farm horses, and lessons that I didn’t get through my normal stuff until after 6. Luckily one of the girls was there late, and agreed to lunge Eli and hack Jake so I could trade my trainer hat for my mom hat.

    I’m so grateful for my village!

    Finally, on Saturday, I got some quality barn time. After teaching a few lessons, I set my sights on Eli. We worked on more of the same… forward the first time I ask and moving away from the pressure of my leg.

    It was so hard (according to Eli), but we had moments of good boi things where he started to relax.

    We also had several moments of sass, since it doesn’t seem fair to share JUST the good moments… please enjoy my favorite from Saturday’s ride.

    Baby say…. NO.

    Sunday was spent catching up on adulting, but luckily I think that the forecast for this week looks fairly promising… so here’s hoping that we can get a bunch of good rides in before the holiday!

    Retired Racehorse Program applications opened yesterday, and I’m super excited to submit ours this week! I feel like having the entry in and (hopefully) accepted will be our first concrete goal to have… and keep me motivated!

    As for my workouts this week? They went something like this:

    Monday: Arms/Abs

    Tuesday: Abs/Cardio/Yoga

    Wednesday: Chest/Triceps

    Thursday: Yoga

    Friday: Legs/Abs

    Saturday: Rock Climbing ( <- Fav non-gym workout!)

    Sunday: Yoga

    Even if I don’t make it to the gym, I’ve been trying to do SOMETHING every day… even if it’s just a 20 minute yoga flow for me and a 20 minute hand walk for Eli. We gotta keep movin’.

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