Stella What a horse I am beginning to think she gets something wrong with her just as the riding season gets into full swing. Whan I first got her she caught a form of a equine flue, that left her turned out for three months. However that did not get her out of work. And through the following winter we rode, well to be honest, I held on while Stella taught me she has a mind of her own and very capable of using it. But we progressed.
You folks in the northern part of this planet will be pleased to know it does not SNOW where I live so all year riding.
The next year she developed the skin issue and it effected her girth area so NO riding again, but that worked out as I had a heart attack, which ment another three months of no riding, so again we did not get to go on any major treks but I made her go for walks. Its not uncommon in Dargavile to see folks walking their horses around the town. Beats walking the dog, at least if you get tired, jump on and ride home. We have a young lady who traines horses the Perelli way and I guess walking the horses in a built up area is part of the training, mind you she is off the road by 0830am. Pit stops where there are roses growing leave a deposit and one happy gardener. I digressed.
Back to my horse. At about the time my heart had mended so had Stella and just in time for a two day trek over country that required a high level of fitness. Before this trek stella and I had a few rides, and arguments over who was really in charge. I did not want the stress, so I climbed of and walked her home on more than one ocassion, continuing with the lesson as we walked and she listened intently.
Come the trek, a big day for me I had just recovered and then into a very stressfull time for me let alone Stella. I had spent considerable time teaching her the one rein stop and where her safe place was, which also gave me a safe place. The treck started and off we went, Stella with head held high, very high, tail going from side to side and now and again slapping me (and I had not done anything wrong) She anounced to all the other horses and riders we had arrived. She looked great, but had attitude, which subsided and she settled into walking and listening. I had the best easest ride I have ever had from her. The horse I origionally brought was back.
I had two great days except for when the top dressing plane went over head only a hundred feet up. She decided she was going to show us all she could out run the plane, **** near did. Bloody long walk to get her back.
The two days of the trek were spent with me in the saddle and then walking her, well I needed the exercise as well. But I had my horse back, and that gave me the biggest lift and at the right time. She even got tangled in wire and stood perfectly still while I got underneith and unraveled it from her hind legs. When walking she was as calm as. Not sure if it was Stella being tired or being considerate.
Went out this morning gave the two horses some hay, hard feed and checked out her skin. Stella is still healing up front and shedding at the rear and sensitive to touch. So its a walk only.
That grey ***** is still hanging around. Getting tamer, I can pat it, but not pick it up. This morning it was on the bed again attacking any thing that moved. The only thing left for me to do so I could get some piece was to feed it.
It looks like it has decided to stay, so now I'll have to get it fixed, don't want any more strays moving in. I have unloaded the shotgun.
Off to take she who must be obeyed to the Whangarei country music club, she is backing one of our more well known entertainers, then back and walk Stella.
Stan aka token.
As always the spelling mistakes belong to me and I take a dim view of those that copy.