Riding Ellie - Ride #62

Trying to get back into the habit of blogging about life - today was my 62nd ride on my beautiful mare, Ellie.  (fka Mo)  She is a 2007 Trakehner/ Selle Francais mare.  Her dam was actually foaled in France.



It has been 2 weeks since we rode so I was sure to longe her first and I was very glad I did.  She had some extra energy and bucked and then went off galloping in a circle the way she used to whenever I had her in a roundpen.  Now, when she bucked, I did get after her to go faster one time, but in the past, just putting her in a roundpen would make her start galloping at mach 9.  However, today, after the initial ask to move out faster, she continued galloping like mad like she used to.  Once she calmed down and came to the trot, we trotted both directions until she was trotting with a more relaxed neck and posture.  She did have some fancy prancing steps at first.  It is fun to see how elegant she can be when she is full of it, but my goals are not that right now.  The bottom to the training triangle, so to speak, is relaxation.  So here we continue on our quest to just be calm and take things in stride.

My goal for the coming year is to make it to one of the local schooling shows and go over a course of 2' fences.  That's not too hard.  Last year we jumped 2'6" easily.  Well, when she was feeling calm.  The whole idea of traveling was a bit much for her the first few times we went back to the barn after I brought her home, but I wonder if that was more of an emotional thing on her part.  Anyways, we still go over there to get her shoes on and she is relaxed and super good for that, so adding the ride to it should be ... well, not that it will be easy.  She is my project mare and I'm just going for relaxation at this point.

Today we walked a lot and did some nice bending serpentines at the walk.  We also trotted about halfway around the ring both ways a couple times, coming back down to the walk before she got worried/energetic.

With the holiday break I hope to ride more.  I have finally ordered a trial of a nice saddle from SmartPak for my birthday present!  So glad I have such a supportive husband! :)  Mwah!  It has an adjustable tree, adjustable knee and thigh braces, and I really think it will be good for Ellie.  I know my saddle doesn't fit her right.  The whole back half of the saddle lifts off her back right now, unless I'm sitting in it, and with a mare as sensitive as she is, I've got to cross all my t's.

So here's to more riding and blogging!

Saying goodbye to Max. 1993-2015

It's never easy to say goodbye.  6 weeks ago when the vet first saw max and his xrays showed some rotation in all 4 hooves, she told me that sometimes they seem to get better for a while and then make a turn for the worse, and that with all 4 hooves affected, it was pretty dire, but the rotation was not horrible yet.  "Mama, I don't want the vet to put my horse down!" Said my wonderful 9yo daughter immediately as she heard us talking.  Max was 22.  His previous owner moved overseas and could not take him with her, and he had been a faithful dressage and trail partner for the last 16 years for her.  We were so blessed to have him here, even if it was only for just over a year.  

He was the perfect beginner horse, and would take care of any rider at the walk and trot.  Besides my daughter, we had friends, cousins, grandparents, aunts and uncles enjoy rides on him.  He was a total goofball when we took him to a local arena, but calmed down and worked through it with me.  He knew if I was riding that I would make him work.  He much preferred his sweet girl, and showed it in his expression of pure joy every time he saw her.  His ears would prick forward and his eyes would light up at her knowing she probably had treats in her hands.  

The onset of laminitis was rather sudden and he was very lame.  If you watch this video, when the vet first came to see him, he had the stance of a "severe sinker," although I didn't know that then.  To get the x-rays, we had to block all 4 feet so that he could stand comfortably on the cement, and then after we saw the rotation, we decided to take him to the vet hospital while he was still blocked so he could be seen daily for DMSO for 3 days and be in a sand stall for a while.  I don't know if I would do it that way again, but it is the decision we made.  Dropping him off was an emotional nightmare.  They had to temporarily put him in a stall with no windows - it was a sand stall, and he was only there for 40 minutes, but I really didn't want to leave him in that situation at all. Thankfully the kids were still in the truck and didn't need to have that information.  I was clear that I would rather take him home than have him where he couldn't see other horses, and was assured that he would be moved into the other sand stall very soon.  I was also in a bit of an emotional spot not knowing whether Max would make it home.  On our way out, I had to drive the trailer back behind the clinic near a manure pile, and ended up sinking the dually up to its rims in the muddy shavings.  A tractor pulled us out, but it was still stressful.  

5 days later, he did make it home.  He was still lame, but much more comfortable and was standing squarely. Over the next few weeks he seemed to get a little more comfortable, a little quicker in his stall to come visit you at the door.  He would go out in his paddock and scratch withers with Charlie over the fence.  But last week I noticed him seeming a little more sore, so I made an appointment for the vet to come out to do x-rays to see where we were.   I had been waiting to see that typical founder ring at the top of his hoof, and it was finally growing.  The line was so deep I worried that the hoof wall might come off.  A few days later I noticed that at the top of the coronary band, it felt strange - like the hoof had slid up on his pastern slightly - or rather, his coffin bone had sunk.  I hoped I was wrong.  For the rest of the week he got progressively lamer each day.  First I noticed his RF seemed more sore, then his rear feet one at a time. 

The day before the vet appointment, my daughter and I had a long talk in the barn about Max.  We stood in his doorway and just watched him, and then we sat down on a hay bale and kept watching and thinking and talking and snuggling.  We left his stall door open... his feet hurt too much to try and take advantage of it, at least not at first.  He did not want to put weight on his LH. We talked about all of the horses that I have helped cross over to the rainbow bridge and why we made that choice.  We talked about rotation vs. sinking.  I told her I didn't know for sure what the x-rays would show, but that how sore he was was not okay, and we have to put the welfare of the horse above our feelings.  We talked about how horses in the wild that were very lame would not survive long.  And we talked about the process of euthanasia, and that the vet always gives them a sedative before injecting an overdose of a barbiturate.

The day of the appointment I researched and hoped for some sort of way we could help him further.  I didn't find anything that you could do once the coffin bone hand sunk down.  And then my daily email from The Horse arrived and the top story was about how humane euthanasia actually was...  I went out to the barn to groom Max mid-day and he was laying down.  I went in his stall and pet him and sat down and waited, hoping he would get up soon on his own.  I have walked into the barn when he has been laying down many times and this was the first time he didn't jump up to see what was going on.  He lay there for the next 3 hours, and thankfully he did get up.  I knew just by watching him that it was time.  

The vet finally arrived and my daughter and I met her out at the barn.  She rubbed her hands over his hooves one by one and said that without even x-raying him she could tell he had already sunk and that, "I think you should put him down."  As much as I knew it was coming and thought I was prepared, the tears started falling down my cheeks.  It was hard to talk.  My daughter looked up at me with worry but strength.  We asked the vet if she had ever seen a horse rehabbed from sinking in all 4 and she shook her head sadly.  She said that if it is just one hoof you could cast it and let a new hoof grow over the next year, but with all 4 the horse had no way of being comfortable on any of his hooves.  We had talked about it and I knew my daughter didn't want to be there for the actual process, but this was her horse, and she wanted to be the one to take him to his resting spot.  I told her she could feed him as many treats as he wanted.  The vet gave him some banamine to help him be more comfortable before walking out of the barn.  He hadn't been able to have any grass since he had been home.  He was so excited to get some carrots and ate more than half a 5lb bag.  He made it out onto the grass with my daughter at the lead and was so happy to have his muzzle down in the green stuff but still took every carrot she offered.  More tears fell as I watched my daughter put a braid in his mane - the same way she did for Penny, and I did for Arthur, and all the others.  And then she bravely braided his tail. Final hugs and kisses were given and the vet and I watched her and her brother run into the house.

I have helped my share of horses pass over the rainbow bridge and some times they pass easier than others.  Max, like everything else in his life, passed the easiest of them all.  He was very relaxed after the xylazine and I kept rubbing my hand on his forehead and told him over and over how much we loved him and thanked him for all he had done for us, and when the last of the pink injection was in, he bent his knees and laid down and was gone.  So peacefully.  

Riding = Healing

You would think that the last thing I would want to do right now is play with the horses, but somehow it is the exact thing I need to do most. I guess it makes sense - it has always brought me peace - why would now be any different? Somehow, being out in the barn, grooming, riding, mucking, all just relaxes me and helps me feel well. I was even able to talk about Sweetie on the phone to Julie who sold her to me without breaking into tears because I was leading Sammie around on a horse. Sometimes you just have to trust that it's okay and do what feels right.

So today I went out to the barn and finished trimming Rocky's feet. I did the front two yesterday and the back two today. I groomed him and noticed how well the hair has started growing back after his bout of pigeon fever (icky stuff - won't describe it here). He had been so lame the past few months before the abscess drained that I wasn't sure how he would be. Okay, I have to talk about it a little - the abscess builds a thick wall of muscle/soft tissue around it, and his body is in the process of breaking down the excess tissue. Unlike most pigeon fever cases where the abscess is at their chest/base of their neck, Rocky's was huge under his R shoulder. It made him very, very lame and stiff. He still has a spot on the front of his R hock that is swollen (we have taken x-rays and found nothing wrong with the bones). We are hoping that the swelling will go down/resorb soon on its own, but it may also decide later to drain - I hope not, tho.

Poor Rocky's mane had been neglected for a while so I trimmed it - nearly a foot of mane fell to the ground. (Reminds me that I wanted to do that with my own hair, but am still procrastinating for some reason). I know that western riders like the long manes, but for me, manes should be neatly kept. :)

So I put the longe line on the halter and took Rocky out to the ring to longe him to see where we were. I somehow had forgotten how much groundwork I have done with him, and love how I just point a direction and he goes out on the circle for me. The first time I asked him to trot, Rocky jumped into a buck and cantered around the circle. Not what I was expecting him to do, but oh so typical for him. It's like not a day has passed since the last time we longed together, but in reality it has probably been nearly a year. So I asked him to walk and trot and he is always so quick to come back down to a halt. So smart, just like his Momma. It crossed my mind that he is 16 this year. GEEZ. And Rocky has been with me from the moment he was born. I'll gladly take another 16 years with him, God willing.

He looked pretty sound - not perfect, but not obviously lame somewhere, and I knew I wanted to ride him - so I did. Normally, at that point I hear little voices about being afraid of "What if I fall" and how I need to be responsible for the kiddos and stay safe since no one else is around. But today, it just wasn't there. I knew what I needed to do, and the fears had melted away. Not sure why, but they were gone. My internal monologue changed to, "Well, maybe I will fall, maybe I won't. But I won't know if I don't get up there and ride" and to "the best way to get back into shape for riding horses is to RIDE, duh!"



We had a wonderful ride at the walk and trot both directions. Rocky still felt a little strange at the walk (from being lame for a few months with pigeon fever) but the trot was actually pretty even. No head bobbing or unevenness that I could feel. Weird that I could feel it at the walk. And then I thought, "Well, the best way for him to build muscle back is for me to ride him!" And thought about how Sweetie and I were so successful showing the year that I rode her several times a week and showed almost every weekend. It was part of our routine, we were both in excellent shape, and if I want to do that again, I need to be riding like that again.

Rocky is very smart just like his Momma, but generally much more laid back. Well, unless he is in new surroundings, then he is mostly sensible but definitely more energetic. It's the warmblood in him, for sure. I am embarrassed how dusty his bridle was, but I won't let that happen again! Riding brings me peace and mental well being. I can't afford not to be riding. :)

Top 10 Falls Off of Sweetie

Thought I would try and lighten it up a bit, but hope I don't leave you cringing too badly. :)

10: At one of our first few shows (it was just me and my Dad) - with me trying to fit into my show team gear that didn't fit so well anymore, she stopped at a fence in the middle of a course, I came off and walked out of the arena to mount back up because I couldn't get on her from the ground...

9: I remember a fall in Culpeper at their winter series 1994-5. It was something very silly and simple - but I can't recall exactly what. It might even have just been warming up, but I remember how silly it was and feeling a little embarrassed... maybe it was a fun class like ride-a-buck where you ride bareback with a dollar bill between your knee and the horse. Good luck after show-sheening your horse! :)

8: I fell at a show in Lexington, VA. 1993? Don't remember much but falling on bluestone and getting back up and riding in the next class with gravel stains on my knee.

7: I think we fell during our warmup in Roanoke, VA in 1994.

6: Just riding around at VA Tech in the ring at the barn, and I think Sweetie stumbled/got a stone bruise. All I remember clearly is more bluestone - ouch!

5: 2008 - Was enjoying a ride at dusk trotting/cantering and Daisy came up and spooked her in the shadows. Sweetie jumped 6' to the left. I only made it about 3' but at least landed in soft sand.

4: 2006/7 - I was out of shape after having the kids and rode Sweetie in the field. The other horses took off trotting and I thought it would be fun to let her run along. She bucked then caught herself and stopped almost immediately as I toppled over her head and landed on my back. I was too top heavy and out of shape with not enough muscle to hold me on there. Very painful, slow fall that got me serious about getting back in shape. :)

3: Early 1991 - the fall at Penn State that tore ligaments in my ankle.

2: While at VA Tech, around 1993-4, I took Sweetie on a trail ride, by myself, and a dog spooked her and I came off over her head, well, maybe onto her head. She stayed with me as I screamed out in a cow field - at least 1/2 mile from the barn - for a few minutes, then up and bolted back to the barn without me. Thankfully for me, her returning without her rider still saddled up instigated a search party that found me within 30 min or so. I spent at least 2 days in the hospital with some internal bleeding.

1: WIHS Local Day at Paper Chase. I had a nearly perfect round and Sweetie stopped at the last fence. I came back in to try my next round and she stopped at the first fence, which I then gracefully fell off right in front of the judges' stand. Nothing like being judged on your unplanned dismounts. :)



So, looking back, I pretty much fell any time it was a big show. :) Which meant that I generally was experiencing some sort of soreness/pain at those shows. I will say that Sweetie just simply knew me too well. If I hesitated, even a bit, she knew it and would stop at a fence. But when I was confident, she never refused. Our connection was so close that she trusted me to guide her, and when I was unsure, she would just stop almost the instant I thought about it. At the bigger shows, I would be nervous and not ride as effectively.

The good news is, I had trouble remembering 10 falls. I'd say 1 fall every other year is plenty, though! :)

My Sweetie, Feb. 7, 1987 - Feb. 7, 2012

Yes, 25 years exactly, and I was blessed to be with her for 22 of those years.

It all started the summer after I graduated from high school. I was spending my summer shoveling manure and riding horses at a local barn. For a few months, the barn owner, Julie, had been talking about bringing home this "three year old bay filly." She was off the track, and had been "letting down" in a pasture up in Maryland. I actually rode with Julie in her truck to go pick up the filly. I had no idea it was all beginning there.

Back at the farm, the we put the filly in the "Q" paddock (quarantine) for her first few weeks, which had a small sand arena between it and the main field where all the horses were turned out. I remember leaning my chin on my arms along the top rail of the fence just watching her trot around the field - she was so beautiful. I took a few brushes with me and would go out in the field to brush her and just be with her. I called her "Sweetie" and "Sweetheart" as she was yet unnamed.

Sweetie has always been a "herd" animal - and could never stand to be away from her herdmates for long. Within her first few days in the Q field, she had jumped over the 3'6" fence in to the arena, and jumped the fence on the other side of the arena into the field to be with the herd. I guess you'd call that "jumping potential" if you were trying to sell a horse. :)

It was my job to start riding her and training her to be ridden english. Of course, she had been ridden at the track, but I can remember Julie giving me a leg up and Sweetie walking a little anxiously as soon as I was in the saddle the first time. Julie led us around the ring once or twice as we made sure the basic signals were in place - you know, important ones like "whoa." I'm sure we at least trotted together that first ride, if not cantered as well. And of course, I knew right away that she was the horse I had been looking for, and hoped we would be able to buy her. A friend of mine at the time teased me for being "fickle" as I had trouble making decisions sometimes - but even he said Sweetie was the first thing he had ever seen me be so sure of. I had always wanted to train my own horse.

I had been talking to my parents already about having a horse with me at college. I was pretty shy and naive still, and couldn't imagine being away at a new place without having a horse - a constant companion -there with me. From my age of 10-17, horses were my life - I was out at the barn as much as I could be, taking lessons, riding young horses, I couldn't imagine going away from home and losing such a big part of my life. I wonder to this day how I managed to convince my parents to buy me a horse - already tied down with the expense of college tuition, and adding another cost. But I promised to get a job to help pay for board (it was only $200/mo, that couldn't be hard to come up with :)) and my grandparents gracefully offered to pay board for the first year.

It wasn't long before we had come up with her "show" name. It had to have something to do with "Sweetie." Over one Sunday Dinner with my grandparents, my parents and I deemed her "Sweet Persuasion" as that described the situation perfectly. :)

I had a friend who was a trainer come see Sweetie to "evaluate" her and we trotted her over some poles to see what she would do. Sweetie was great, but the trainer actually advised me not to buy Sweetie. She has an "ewe" neck she said (which was actually just a young lack of muscle/topline) and she said her knees weren't perfectly straight. But the trainer couldn't sway me, and I didn't look to her for advice ever again. 5 years later, that same trainer happened to be at a horse show where Sweetie and I were Champion Pleasure Hunter & Champion Adult Amateur Hunter. I was young enough to want so badly just to stick my tongue out at her and say, "this is the filly you said not to buy," but I never did. Although I certainly was proud that day.

We had a prepurchase exam done by the vet, who saw nothing wrong with her - she was a little ouchy in her front feet from pacing back and forth in the Q field on gravel and getting stone bruises, but that should be easily remedied. Julie put fancy aluminum shoes on her with pads I think that solved that problem immediately and Julie wrote in the bill of sale that if the lameness didn't go away, we could return her. That was also when they did her first coggins test - the Vet draws blood from the horse's jugular vein that is later tested for a disease, and as I watched the blood fill the tube I suddenly felt dizzy and weak had to go sit down before I passed out.

Somehow, I had magically convinced my parents to buy me a horse. What is weirder is that we bought the horse trailer first - and boy, we got a good deal on that one. We went to pick up the trailer at a very fancy barn with white board fences - I guess the owner just wanted to get rid of it, but it was a relatively new trailer for a great price. We parked the trailer at the barn for my last week before I went off to college. I vividly remember the moment Sweetie was "mine." I knew it was going to happen, but refused to believe it until I watched my dad hand Julie a check for her - that moment of the check where it passed from my father's hand into Julie's hand is burned into my brain. It meant that she was really mine. Forever.

10 minutes later we loaded Sweetie up onto our new trailer and headed out to take me (and my horse) to college. I spent my first year at Penn State. I was not allowed to have a car my first semester, so I had to take a bus or ride my bike the 5 miles to the barn. I did a little of both.


This is the day after we bought Sweetie and drove to PSU.


And here is my Dad, thinking to himself, "What have I done?!" :)

I am sure we brought Sweetie home for winter break - I couldn't stand the thought of being 4 hours away from my horse for a whole month. And in January, back to school we went. (Looking back, I am still amazed at how flexible Julie was always welcoming me & Sweetie back for just a month or three during college breaks).


Sweetie's first winter coat came in just a few months so gorgeous!

Early in my second semester, I was riding Sweetie in the arena and "training" her to go over jumps. I set up a little "in and out" (two 18" jumps one stride apart) and as we headed to the jumps, Sweetie thought it meant "over and out" and at the last second jumped sideways to avoid going over the fence, and I didn't get the message and was on the ground. I had torn a ligament in my ankle and couldn't walk on it, and was soon whisked to the hospital. I spent the next few months on crutches and sadly missing my horse. When I finally convinced a college friend (actually - it was a couple of friends from high school who attended there) to drive me out to see her (still on crutches), I insisted on trying to ride her (bareback no less - oh, what was I thinking?) Sweetie thought I was a little crazy, too, as I hopped around on my good foot trying to mount her from a stone wall about 3' high from the wrong side without a saddle, but I did, and just sitting on her back for the few moments I was able to brought peace to my soul. I managed to slide off after my brief respite and land on my good foot, no harm done. This was a three year old thoroughbred, I remind you...

Being on crutches on a huge campus didn't work out well, and Sweetie and I came back home for a year to regroup. I spent the summer of 1991 helping Julie rebuild a barn at her new property and getting it ready to move 35 horses to her new place. I took lessons all summer, too, and Sweetie and I were getting much better at going over the jumps - together! I think it was that summer that we went to our first show. We didn't bring home many ribbons, but it was our first time out, and I managed to stay on and get over all the jumps. Although it seemed almost in slow motion - Sweetie's way of dealing with new jumps at a new place was to go up to them (at a canter) and then slow down and eek over the jump just barely. It wasn't pretty, but it was a great learning experience. I'm pretty sure I took Krissy and Beau with us that time (also remembering a few years later when we took our horses to Culpeper for a winter show - spent the night in a hotel, snuck in our dogs (Kelsey at least), and showed the next day) Crazy kids!


At the end of the day after one of our first shows. :)

At some point in her 4yo year, we moved Sweetie to Bay Ridge Stables, where I had taken lessons for so many years. I think part of that decision was to have access to a covered arena (it must have been a rainy year), but it was also so good to be back with so many of my show team friends. That summer Sweetie's coat bleached out to look yellow from being outside all day, (and I would get in trouble for leaving Sweetie in her stall during the day when I was there) and it wasn't long before I was back at Julie's.


Caught giving her a hug. Man, I miss her.

Well, I've got to take a break - I've only covered 1-2 years of my time with Sweetie so far - 20 more to go. :) Thanks for reading!

Golden Butterfly - another great ride!

It sure was a beautiful evening for a ride! My husband and I went out to the barn together to play/ride - and I thought what a great opportunity to see how Golden Butterfly would do in the ring with another horse. Short answer: fantastic. She is so laid back, and she continues to relax more and more and just be a really good horse. She has been coming up to my husband in the field and letting him pet on her, and she looks happy and curious almost always nowadays.

Tonight, the only time she pinned her ears was when I was girthing up the saddle for the first time in the aisleway. She did not pin her ears when I tightened it in the ring, or any other time. I have to say she was in a super good mood - came right to me when I opened the door to her stall, easy to halter, etc., and she was in absolute heaven as I curried her and got rid of the last bits of winter coat. I think she was just enjoying her grooming (which we do regularly when she comes out of her stall - she waits for me to curry her before going out of the barn and is disappointed when I don't brush her first). Anyways, I haven't ridden her in a few weeks and I think the saddle was not what she was planning on, but she was great.

I am finding that GB is actually a very lazy mare. :) She understands longing, but I have to be really serious about it for her to stay moving/trotting. As soon as I relax, she comes down to a walk. Same thing under saddle. I pretty much have to give her gentle reminders/squeezes with my legs to keep her going - and at the first sign of me relaxing, she comes down to a walk. But it's not like the dead-sided school horse - you just have to be serious about what you want and she will do it.

We walked and trotted both directions in the ring while my husband was in there with his horse longing, and I had no trouble at all. GB was great. She stood perfectly still for me to mount up (no ear pinning or at all!) and was easy and calm to ride. She is such a sensible mare, and would make a great trail mount for a lucky adopter! Now that she is finally getting over being afraid/pinning her ears so much, she is really turning out to be a sweet girl!

Golden Butterfly's first ride!

The idea of the first ride on a horse when you know nothing about their history is always filled with some anxiety. You go on what you have observed, and hope your instincts are right.

I have not had a chance to play with her in a few weeks - family was here, we've been busy on the weekends, but we do now have a routine after every meal that she walks out of her stall into the aisleway and waits patiently for me to groom her from head to toe. She knows when I'm done and walks on out to the field. Or not - and I can carry on around her, clapping my hands, clucking, etc., and she just stands and waits for me to put the lead around her neck to walk her out.



In preparation for today - (and all I really planned on) - I switched out the rubber bit for a metal loose ring snaffle the right size, and pulled out the molasses. She was good about letting me put it on her and loved the molasses! Her mouth quickly quieted down as she accepted the bit and I put the saddle on. She turned to look at me with her ears pinned as I started to connect the girth and I said, "no" and she quit.

Out in the ring we lunged at the walk and trot both directions, and then went to the mounting block. Before doing anything else, I asked her to turn towards me on the ground using the reins as a cue - and she didn't completely understand, but then I did it like neck reining and she knew right away what I was doing. I put my foot in the stirrup and put some weight in it and she turned to look mad with her one pinned ear(her bluff) and I told her no, and leaned all the way over her. She stood very calmly, so I went ahead and slowly brought my leg around and sat up in the saddle. She still stood perfectly, so I dismounted and got back up on her again 2 times, and the 3rd time I decided to see what she would do if I gave her a cue to turn.



Before I knew it, we were walking around the ring, turning and halting. I could hardly believe it! I almost had tears in my eyes as I was so proud of her and she was being so calm and relaxed about it all. The worst thing she did was to want to turn back to the gate - like an old school horse trying to get out of work. But her body was otherwise calm and fine the whole time. Amazing. She stood calmly as I dismounted and was just such a good girl!



I am SO happy for her and excited to ride her again!