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    09-22-2009, 05:18 PM
  #11
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Whats an irish huzzy?
     
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    10-02-2009, 10:56 AM
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Sister Mary DiDi

We know that DiDi is Irish born and that through no fault of her own was passed from pillar to post as a young filly. We know that she has a delightful almost saintly temperament and that fingers, let alone butter, would not melt in her mouth. But she has an undoubted vice when being ridden. She snatches at the reins and thrusts her head down to the ground and she does it often - too often. In the process the rider is pulled forwards, his balance is disturbed and he has to re-establish contact through the bit with the mouth. Now this vice is a bit like “backache“ in a human. It can be used as an excuse but equally it can be for the horse a very distressing situation. No one, not least me, wants DiDi to have backache especially when carrying my 95 kilos. It is true that by reaching down she could be relieving her aching back. Alternatively the saddle might be ill fitting or she might have a tooth problem. There are quite a few possible causes listed in the horsey books.

So to try to resolve the problem I called in a special equine behavioural therapist. She took down all the details, gave DiDi a once over and came to a conclusion: “DiDi was over salivating and the most likely cause was ‘stress’ “. Probably, DiDi has been worrying, so she creates extra saliva as a symptom and as a result DiDi has been reaching down to disperse the superfluous froth by means of gravity. She must reach down to be able to swallow.
I stood back and watched DiDi smile. She’s got me and she knows it. A combination of possible backache or even toothache has got me on the run and if I do call her bluff, because, of course, she could be having me on, then she can claim ‘stress‘. She need never hack out again unless the sun is shining, the birds are twittering and she is in the mood. I think I’ll change her name to ‘Saint DiDi Something‘.

Postscript
A month or so later, adjustments were made to DiDi’s bridle. To sit properly DiDi needs a horse sized bridle set but one fitted with pony sized smaller cheek pieces. That way the bit can be fitted higher up in the mouth. She is also used to a flash band which although an unnecessary attachment for many horses, it does mean that the bit is held firmly in position in the corner of the horse’s mouth. When these slight adjustments were made, suddenly DiDi stopped reaching down. The worry had been that there was a need for a complete change of design of bit but in fact all that was required was an adjustment to the way in which it fitted the mouth.


At least, that is the story for now. In truth one will not know if the solution has been found until it is obvious that the reaching down has stopped.


Barry G


PS The reaching down did not stop. It is still with us months later. Despite the various helpful suggestions
from several memeber of the Forum. But as I said - DiDi is an Irish horse and such formidable creatures are not known for readily giving up an advantage if they perceive that they have one.
     
    10-09-2009, 06:34 AM
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DiDi catches her foot in the wire.

The incident
On the Sunday we went up to collect DiDi from the field so as to ride her out. As usual she saw us coming looked up but she carried on grazing. BG went into the field and slowly walked towards her with the head collar in hand. Long before he got close, DiDi raised her head and trotted away at a fast pace which quickly went into canter. She cantered down the field with BG following her at the walk towards the corner. She twisted and turned and then fast cantered back up the field to where the other horses were grazing. There were two geldings, Sam and Dannie plus DiDi’s little friend the Shetland: Teddie. The four horses picked up the mood and as a small herd they then went into canter and circled the rectangular field which is about four acres in size. Both BG and JAG stood and waited to see how things would settle. DiDi was obviously feeling “fresh” - this behaviour was very much out of keeping.

Sam and Teddie soon lost interest but Dannie suddenly started to show more interest in DiDi and he chased off after her. The pace went from canter to gallop. DiDi tried to move into the corners of the field so that she could fend Dannie off with her two back feet as discouragement, which she did on several occasions. But it made no difference, Dannie was suddenly a very excited gelding who was out for a chase. The game had become a frightening sequence of charges at the gallop.

Eventually DIDI was galloping around the edge of the field with Dannie in close pursuit but he, with his longer legs, could run the fastest. Suddenly DiDi turned and attempted to take the wire fence separating the home field from the adjoining field in which had been grazing another pair of horses: a mare and a gelding. Earlier on they too had been running around their field with all the excitement. However DiDi did not make it over the fence. She came down with a bang, with both hind feet caught in the wire and a mouth full of mud.

Even when BG got over to her there was no way by which he could free the right hind foot which was still trapped in the wire. Surprisingly the wire was so called “horse grade” wire but surprisingly the squares at the top allow a horse’s foot to go through yet there is not enough space for the foot/leg to withdraw easily. Didi had managed to free the left hind foot herself but the other was firmly snared. She was down on the ground on her side, fretfully kicking out. The fall alone must have shocked the horse but the restraint of the wire induced panic and DiDi was striking out frantically to free herself By this time, luckily other tenants on the livery yard had responded to the call for help and the shouting to bring wire cutters. BG sat on the ground with DiDi’s head in his lap. Whilst laying down DiDi was obviously in severe distress and she was heaving and puffing. Within a few minutes we had the wire cutters, the wire was cut and the right foot was freed up but as we much later discovered the flesh had been cut into right in the crack above the hoof. The vet had already been called and thankfully she arrived within 20 minutes. By the time the vet arrived I was beginning to think that I might have lost DiDi, she was obviously in a state of severe stress and she was breathing hard.

The vet
Now the vet was on the scene, DiDi was still laying on the ground, free from the wire but unwilling to stand up. In the presence of the vet, DiDi did then make the effort to stand and she got her self up onto three legs. The vet felt her over, listened to her pounding heart and gave her a shot of painkiller and an anti inflammatory. BG then walked a very lame horse quietly back to her stable. There were no obviously serious cuts but the wire might have dug into the tendons just above the hoof. DiDi would have been in pain. She was also shocked and very breathless. A day or so later the three grazes on the left hind started to become apparent. But seemingly only the skin had been damaged. The thin wire cut on the right hind foot, obscured deep within the foot feathers, did not show up for six weeks.

Once in the stable we got her calm but obviously she was still in distress. But at least she could walk even though she had to hobble on the fourth foot fall when the injured leg had to take the weight. The vet looked her over again and it was agreed that she would come back the following day. We wrapped DiDi up in her sweat rug, gave her a biscuit, her hay net and a bucket of water. There was little else we could do.

After an hour or so we went back to wrap her leg with some ice to help with the swelling. DiDi was still stumbling about in her stable. She could stand on three legs but the injured leg had swollen up and she was obviously reluctant to put her weight on it. There is a very true saying: “No feet, no horse”. The good thing was that she was actually standing and she wanted something to eat. Then BG took a brush to remove the mud on her back, legs and neck. In doing so BG found the lumps on her back and flanks - 6 of them where Dannie had managed to bite her. BG covered these with Dermalene cream We had now found the reason for DiDi’s flight in panic. In some places she had lost lumps of hair. These were the signs of where Dannie the gelding had bitten her.

During this process DiDi stood and allowed herself to be petted. BG gave her tea of roughly half as much feed as she usually gets mainly Happy Hoof, a handful of pasture mix and some apples and carrots. It was time for her to go to bed. It had been a eventful day. The following day would give the clues as to how things might develop.


To be continued/..

     
    10-25-2009, 08:03 AM
  #14
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DiDi an Irish Huzzy

Several folks have written to ask for the meaning of "huzzy"

Well it is one of those old fashioned words which one will not find in a dictionary - but is a word which everyone who uses it knows the meaning of. It is not nowadays a swear word nor a bad word but it is still mildly derogatory.

A huzzy to me is an attractive, canny, clever,crafty, devious, intelligent, sensitive, self confident, sharp, smart, street wise, strong, female who has the knack of winding men round her little finger to get her own way. Which just about describes DiDi.

DIDI is an Irish "huzzy" which means she is even more clever than most English huzzies. To her any Englishman like me is fair game.

DiDi's mum was called Molly. Molly Malone is an Irish legend in the honour of whom a statue has been erected on Grafton St., Dublin. Molly was reputedly a fish seller who operated a street barrow. It is whispered that she sold more than fish. Conversely it is also said that she only sold fish. She had an ample bosom.

Now I never met this lady of the market place but I suspect that her friends would have called her a "huzzy".

There is a song entitled Molly Malone -almost an Irish anthem - which is also recognised as "Cockles & Mussels". Molly is said to be a familiar version of Mary or Margaret.

DiDi's mum was most likely a Connemara but perhaps one without paperwork. To some folks DiDi looks like a "Connie" and was I believe entered for showing as a "Connie" but she is a little too tall at 15H2.
And DiDi has a big fat rump.
DiDi's Dad was a registered Irish Draught - a strong tough fellow.
DiDi is arguably a modern Irish Sports Horse.

Her name when she came to me was: "Delta" - her passport says "Shadow" - I freeze marked her DiDi - short for "Delta Dawn". If I ever had to rename her, then undoubtedly I would call her Molly Malone.

She is far too crafty for me really - I am just a gullible Old Man.
All she wants me for is the biscuits.

Barry G

PS She and Joe would have made a formidable couple. In fact most of the tack which was bought for Joe fits her. One shudders to think what might have come from the union of a cussed Borders Galloway and an Irish wench. I would have been me that wore the saddle.
     

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