About a week ago, I noticed BG had some scruffy, scabby patches on her back. She's mostly white, so I figured it was sunburn. A few days ago, I noticed it was starting to look like not-sunburn. I consulted by little blue book of horsey diseases (which I bought for myself after BG's fourth major illness/injury) and decided it was rain rot. Eww.
I began treatment by currying the living hell out of those scurfy patches. BG was all,
(She is now plotting her revenge, and refuses to allow me to catch her in the pasture.)
I treated it with MTG after I got the scabs off, and have been currying/MTG-ing for three days. It's already looking good. Aside from not having any hair in those patches. How embarrassing.
And Kitty. Oh Kitty.
I rode her bareback on the trails for three hours yesterday. She is whiskey in a tea cup. She got in one of her moods where all she wanted to do was trot and toss her head. I started trotting her in small circles. She suddenly stopped and refused to move. I got irritable and kicked her on. She took off bucking across the field, slammed on the brakes again, rolled back and bolted.
Lucky for me I stick very well, even bareback. I hauled her to a stop (eventually), bent her around a couple times, and we proceeded down the trail like there was never a conflict to begin with.
Some days, I get frustrated at Baby Girl. Actually, it's a mixture of frustration directed towards her and frustration for her. Because half the time she's falling apart. Bowed tendon, tie up, abscess, white line, colic, weight loss, rain rot...
Today, she got new shoes on. She's been shod all around since the week after Uwharrie. Pour in pads on the front. She's been sound -- but has no traction, a white line spot that had to be dribbled out today, and it costs me 200 bucks every six weeks.
Rick the farrier took her pads off today. From across the room, I saw his expression go,
I was all,
He showed me the sole of her foot, which has been hidden by pour in pad for weeks. A quarter of her sole was back, rotten, and collapsed; new sole was just beginning to form over it. In the center of the decay was a still visible but healing puncture about the size of a nail head.
"Well. Definitely was a larger abscess than we thought. I can't believe she's been sound."
Me either, Rick.
Well. If the nasty patch of rain rot on her back doesn't get us, I'm placing my bets on this.
So I rode Kitty.
Who loves to roll in red clay but is otherwise fine.
Kitty and I had an amazing ride today. We fight sometimes, but today we found some harmony. We trotted comfortably for long stretches without pulling on the bit. When we cantered, I had one hand on the buckle of my reins and the other relaxed at my side. She didn't get hyped, spook, buck, bolt, or jig home. She was very agreeable.
We rode for two hours. Walk/trot, with some cantering to built wind. She's pretty out of shape. She was exhausted at the end.
1. Be sound, BG! Be sound!! [Also, I accidentally ended up naming one of "my/Lacey's" deer "Baby Girl"...and now, whenever I talk about her -which is allll the time, I alternate between feeling like a dork and thinking of you ]
2. I LOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELO VELOVELOVE
Kitty!! She reminds me so much of Lacey. It makes me really happy. And especially since they're actuallyfactually related...it's like a double happiness situation. She is basically the cutest. Just basically.
Biltmore was fun! I've never been there before, and I love going places I've never been. The estate property is beautiful. The trails interlace fields, pastures, and roads. It's like riding through a quiet medieval village.
It was paced good and fast too! Trotting and cantering the whole time! Our first day was 35 miles, but our second day was only 18.
Unfortunately, it rained every day. Starting on Friday. I hid in the truck and creeped BG from the side mirror.
During short periods of sun, I laid around and relaxed! Kicked up my shoes. Found a six leafed clover.
We parked the trailer in the middle of a pasture. Primitive camping, no frills. Got trailer-arm-tie-things, which make tying to the trailer 120% better.
Rode between storms on Friday morning to check out the trails. Wet, muddy, some rocks. Not overly difficult, but technical enough to keep you on your toes.
After that ride, we cleaned up, and BG gifted me with a perfectly flawless vet-in.
Her flawlessness continued throughout. Her obstacles were all either perfectly excellent or very good.
I'm very proud of her, but I'm also proud of me. Cheri horsemanship judged this ride. Cheri is a tough judge, so doing well under her is really worth something. I finished with a score of 97, and one of my dreams came true -- I got praised during ride briefing.
Cheri said my "techniques and cues were very interesting but yielded good results."
I was all,
Cheri also publicly praised my my epic hand gallop.
As you may know, I have a love/hate relationship with BG's canter. If she isn't cross cantering, it's really smooth and powerful. However, it's also uber fast. Our last obstacle on the second day (48 miles in!) was a canter. I was told to stand at one end of a long straightaway and "canter until told to stop."
BG is the master of cantering from a standstill. I can think "canter" and shift into position and she is OFF. So we did that. Cheri yelled "canter!" and BG went from zero to gallop in half a second. 50 feet later, I heard Cheri yell "stop!" BG slid to a stop, like an effing reining horse.
I was the only person to get an excellent for my canter. Cheri said BG and I should run the derby next year.
And guess what? This was ride number 5 for us. WE'RE HALF WAY TO OUR NATIONAL.