Ha ha! If I wrote a book, I'd be the only one who'd read it. My journal series is sort of bookish though. Despite being about real life and written in real time, it's surprisingly... Well, it has a plot. It only has a plot because I'm amazingly single minded, but the plot is there! (I also find the plot mildly interesting, but I'm biased.)
I'd also have to learn to write. I re-read some of my posts and I'm like, "Wow, I write so choppily."
Packed and ready for Heart of Dixie tomorrow! BG seems decently rested, and hopefully she's ready to go. I'm excited. Which is sort of a big deal, since usually I'm more terrified than excited.
Also, farrier came and worked on Miss Kitty today. I've been soaking and cleaning her feet daily (with the exception of the several days I was away at the Edge). She's on 30 mg of biotin a day. My farrier liked what I've been doing with her, and he said the infection should be killed off. He caste her hoof and nailed four shoes on. I worked her walk/trot/canter on the lunge today, and she was sound. I can finally get back on track with Kitty's training. She's turned into the sassy queen of fatties.
OH MY CASTIEL. That was the best friggin' post ever. It was like a story, full of adventure and suspense. I was rooting for you the whole time! Please write a book. I would read it too! Go BG! She's a real tough cookie. You got yourself some lucky horses. This may be a little late, but good luck at Heart of Dixie!
Heart of Dixie was a week ago, actually. I haven't posted until now because of how busy I've been. Back to back rides aren't only a strain on my horse, but a strain on my life. I've spent that last week studying and making up homework, as well as working a few extra hours to recover financially after my time off.
Also, Kitty's sound again, so I've been working her.
I really shouldn't have gone to Dixie. I don't regret it or anything, but BG had a hard time. We call Dixie the "flatlander's 50" because it's (of course) flat. Not only flat, but also sandy, hot, humid, and fast.
BG only had two days out at pasture after the Edge -- not enough time to recover. I realized this near the end of our 35 mile first day, when I saw two large interference marks on her back right pastern. She also stocked up a bit over night in her back legs.
The second day, it rained. Not a full on rain, but a misty veil. Like riding through a cloud. Nevertheless, the temperature reached an impressive 85 degrees. I wasn't worried until I reached down to touch Baby Girl's neck, and she felt like she was burning up. Moderate temperatures combined with 100% humidity and a wet horse are disasters for cooling. Humidity prevents evaporation, obviously. But water is an amazing insulator, and the wet, static layer that covered BG's entire body was like a blanket.
I stopped and dismounted on the trail to sweat scrape her. 10 minutes later, she was wet again and burning. We entered our P&R. I stripped the saddle off and sweat scraped some more. Added cold water and scraped it off. Fanned intensely. She barely met criteria for moving on, but we made it out.
I glanced down at her back pastern again. She re-nicked the interference she received yesterday. I sighed. This was not our ride.
We checked out on Sunday afternoon with slight enema in the girth area, and the vet said my horse overall looked pretty tired. I had to agree.
While it wasn't our cleanest ride, but did yield something: confidence.
How, you might ask? We really didn't do that well.
But BG's behavior was very good this ride. She waited patiently at obstacles, didn't act like a buddy sour idiot, and threw no tantrums. We celebrated her 1000 miles at potluck on Saturday night and received a lot of great compliments from people I really respect. Marty said I would be "tough to beat" when we moved up to lightweight next year. Which may or may not be true, but I'm honored she thinks so.
We did win a cool bronc halter. All the juniors who completed the ride got one.