Tuesday, September 27, 2011
So last weekend I went to ride Hank again, but I was just dreading getting back on again. Before I got on him, I lunged him for the first time since the summer I got him. I was impressed with how well he actually did for not being lunged in almost two years. (Aside from me tripping over a feeder in the middle of the field and him proceeding to gallop around the field himself as fast as he could for several minutes.)
Finally, after having to tell myself several times that getting back on wouldn't be a big deal, I finally did. We had a good few gallops across the field and it was a nice "confidence booster". I'm more than ready to get on the next time I have time, but I feel like that is never!
Sunday, August 7, 2011
After detangling all the crazy dreadlocks shes had for months we decided to put a saddle on her to see how she would react. At first she was very jumpy about it but then she calmed down after we cinched her up and started walking around; she was calm to put a bridle on.
We decided to ride her in a small pen, as I don't actually have an arena or round pen to ride in. After putting weight on her I got on her first while Katie held the bridle. We walked in a few circles and then Katie got on and walked/trotted her. She was very nervous but good natured and responded to a bridle.
Later, after we had ridden her, we decided to lunge her for a while. She was not as smooth when we were riding her with a little work she could be a nice horse.
Unfortunately it doesn't seem like anyone really wants to put any work into her; which is very sad. But she seems like a nice horse aside from being a little skiddish.
|Katie and Blackie|
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Six months later and the girl has not been out to see her horse once or come to get it. She is supposed to be paying board for it to run out in the hills with my four, but that has not come in either.
Did she just forget she owned a horse?
That's the start of my story with Blackie. I don't know much about her other than that she seems gentle, and being some girls horse she was probably ridden at some point, but I don't want to volunteer to be the one to test that. Shes black and some cross bred maybe with some arab but I'm not great at horse breeds.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Recently I was digging through my dad's hard drive off his old computer, looking at old pictures and other miscellaneous stuff on it. (Pretty funny stuff!)
I came across a video I had taken when I was about 10 with my first camera of my horses. I had three horses then: Lucy, Dori, and Rebel. Dori and Rebel themselves were ancient, although definitely not 51. I was narrating the two minute video talking about my horses as if they were my best friends; it was super sweet (and I'm generally not the kind of person that thinks things are sweet). Not that that means I ever intend to show anyone my video!
Its amazing how much technology has improved since I owned that camera. Back then I had blurry pictures and very very shaky videos with crackling sound quality. Now you can get all of those crystal clear.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Born at 18 lbs instead of about 70 it is a miracle she is alive! She's doing good and her mom is very sweet and putting up with everything. Spencer is nursing on the cow (with help) twice a day but the vet still has to put a tube down her throat into her stomach once a day as she is not yet strong enough to nurse by herself.
The vet says he's only ever seen one calf younger than this survive in all the years he's been working as a vet. We are very hopeful and she is doing good - talk about a success story!
Thursday, June 16, 2011
My friend Shelbi and I were riding and after we ran out of sticks to jump over we still wanted to ride more so I decided to ride Hank bareback. Bad idea of course, I've now ridden him three times seriously bare back and been dumped three times! Yay! (I wrote horses bareback all the time when I was younger but I seem to have an unlucky streak with Hank!)
So he was being fine and I was galloping around the field by and all of a sudden he started bucking. Since he'd been acting good I wasnt really paying the best attention and by the time I'd realized what was happening he was galloping, well pretty fast! Shelbi was standing in the field holding her horse and I managed to get him to turn enough to head towards her horse thinking he'd get to him and stop. Wrong! Prepared for him to jump to a complete stop when we got to her I was so not ready for what happened next. Instead of stopping he slammed right into her horse and spun around and kept going. I'm just claiming that I pretty much did and emergency dismount when we hit her horse but who is really prepared to smash into another horse?! And the best is I was riding in short shorts (don't ask why!) so my bare sweaty legs stuck to his sweaty skin and half of me catapulted off and the other half stuck. Oww what a stretch! This was sunday and now 5 days later I can still feel it when I walk. Then I had to spend another 30 minutes riding the bucks out of him, but I think we were successful in the end. Now to try again when my legs recover!
Hank got a snazzy new halter. I think he needs to be a halter model; you know you think so to!
Friday, April 1, 2011
I woke up this morning to this...
Turns out he really just did want to talk. He said his back was bothering him and he couldn't sleep. I guess he didn't want to wake anyone up so he decided to text me instead, thanks! Good choice though, while I'm not the most sympathetic person I am the person that would always talk to their friend in the middle of the night if they needed it.
Since it was 6am and I planned on getting up in just a little over an hour, to do homework that I'd procrastinated a lot on, I thought about just telling him to come up and talk. But I hesitated and didn't, would it have been odd to invite him up and have Amanda wake up to her best friend and boyfriend talking in the living room when I shouldn't have even been awake? I casually brought it up in the morning and she said I should have, but then again everything is always better said than done. With my past history of telling him how much I loved him (so I had a few to many drinks!) I didn't want anyone to have the wrong idea, and decided against it. Still, I feel like I took the easy way out and the bad friend approach. What would you have done?
P.S. I wrote this a few days ago and it somehow didn't get published. Oops!