More from Fair Hill!

I think I planned to update (and I will), but the young event horses almost killed me.

After getting there for a 7:15AM arrival and not heading out until 5:25 (last horse started at 5pm), I was so exhausted that I decided to do it all again today for cross country… I have so much video for part of Friday until I died and the sat down on a golf cart…

in the interim, can someone buy/kidnap/steel/borrow this horse for me? I want it.

5 year old Connemara stallion. According to his rider, he’s “15 hands on a good day.” 😂

Last video is worth watching. Yes, the peanut gallery is laughing…

Anyway, I’ll send you my address if you’re interested in sending him to me. K, thanks.

One more day! I will survive!

It’s Fair Hill time!

Thank you all so much for your support for my last post. I truly appreciate each and every comment!

But, today it’s all about Fair Hill! Leaving in a few minutes for Young Event Horse jumping phase over at the sawmill field and seriously hoping for better weather than the last 2 days…

Note the sandbags…

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Victim of the wind…

Can’t wait to see what today brings!

Struggle Bus.

I’m going to try and not make this a “woe is me” post because it’s not intended to be, not really. And not a medical post, at least not entirely, because this is a horse blog. But, it all really relates, sort of? Horse stuff further down.

Harry Potter desk characters taking up space on my cluttered desk

It’s starts with me. I’m falling apart. I mean, I fall apart every year at this time through spring, but this year is worse. Chronic illnesses just suck. My migraines seem to be as bad as ever (though it seems I have a week reprieve thanks to my month migraine injection… used to help more, but now a decent week is all I get). That combined with fall just makes things hard. I had a meltdown at the neurologist the other week where he suggested we try more (additional) medication and I just said no. So, I’m going to try Botox instead starting in December assuming insurance doesn’t have anything to say about it. I’m sick of drugs (though I’ll continue my millions I already take).

I f your going to spend millions, spend it on Biscuit in a box

Then add in my asthma taking a random turn for the worse. I guess it’s been getting bad for a while and I’ve been ignoring it (lack of oxygen probably explains my exhaustion), but really not being able to breathe is no fun. Finding yourself in danger zones in breathing tests is scary too. So more medication/changed medication and 2x/day nebulizer treatments (since I have so much free time) and we’ll see? Drs office wanted a follow up Friday but I’m not missing jump crew for YEH at Fair Hill for anything so Monday.

Add in random new food allergies (suddenly developed a soy allergy to add to dairy and gluten), I’m falling apart.

First vendor table the other week

Then there is Batt. He’s doing OK-ish. He’d be great if he could have ventipulmin daily but that’s NOT in my budget. Daily I’d be going through probably $600 worth/month and I can’t do that. I can’t do $300 worth of ventipulmin a month. So, I use it to get rid of the worst attacks, then hope the steroids do their job. We’re trying to get him consistent on prednisalone every other day, but every time I get him there, he has another attack and we’re back to daily plus ventipulmin. And the more you use ventipulmin, the more you need.

I need to order more steroids today to add to my growing vet bill. The only thing I haven’t tried is albuterol syrup. It’s cheap so that’s the last thing on the list. He’s also getting 30 Zyrtec (thank you Costco generic)/day down from his loading dose of 40 which seem to help much more than when he was on the 20/day. He also gets Air Power each morning.

Love him, but sometimes…

Right now he’s OK, but this brings me to the question, when is enough enough? I’m not there now, but if I can’t control with steroids and the occasional ventipulmin, I might be there because financially, he’s sucking all my money. Chronic illnesses suck and it’s not like this one is getting better, but rather worse. It’s a ticking time bomb between attacks. Now, if we go 6 months between attacks, great, but 4-5 weeks, that’s what’s killing me!

Do you have a limit? If it was just Batt, it would be easier, but… I could funnel lesson money into his medication, but again, for how long? Over time he’s going to build resistance and need more and more and more… I’m asking questions now while I’m not facing a decision (just this month’s 1k vet bill for his medication and a couple other things). But it’s not sustainable if he’s not manageable.

Favorite times of the year!

Anyway, depressing post. Positive? Fair Hill jogs start today! Not sure I’ll make it for the jogs before I have to volunteer, but I’ll be there for dressage tomorrow, YEH Friday, cross country Saturday, and Stadium Sunday! Looking forward to an exhausting few days!

Blogging Bob: Putting things together

Once again, media-less. Sorry!

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So handsome. 

This is a double lesson recap as I rode on Thursday AND Sunday. Woohoo! I’m seriously in love with Bob! He’s a character. A baby faced, teenaged (13ish) character. He figuring out he can’t bite me (I bite back), is HIGHLY disappointed that he gets smacked when he tries to bite me, and now only halfheartedly tries to “bite” me. It’s sort of amusing. He looks as me, moves closer and closer, and ultimately bites at the air. And get tapped for it. Then sighs, defeated. This is the same horse I was originally told to get from his stall with a crop so he knew not to eat me alive… Bottle babies… Lol. I will say, for all his mouthiness, he actually takes treats like a gentleman, unlike a certain RANGER pony who tries to fit my entire hand in his mouth… Bob eat each treat separately, chews, then gently takes the next?!?!?! Go figure. I’d feed him in his bucket except he’s SO gentle. Probably because he’s scared of me now.

So lessons. Thursday we rode in the dark under the lights because FALL. Fall sucks. I was tired and having breathing issues. But, our flat work was decent AND we successfully mastered out changes this lesson! So much so that I even asked for them after a few fences. Who am I? Lol. We had one stop because I forgot what I was doing and where I was going and basically was a complete space cadet, but it really wasn’t Bob’s fault. I was user error. 100%. I approached the outside single (the ONE fence in the ring that I’m not concerned about) still thinking about my turn rather than riding to the fence and forgot to squeeze and Bob said, “wait, what? do you want me to jump? You’re not really here…” so we didn’t.  A quick kick (just because we’re trying to train him to take riders over even if they forget to keep leg on 100% of the time) and reapproach, and it was fine.

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unfortunately, he’s a cribber..

We also did our first line. Basically, it appears with Bob, you ride each jump as a single. So, leg to the first, land, woah, collect, leg. Nice, easy, no hesitation. And, as long as I stay back with my body and add leg, he’ll jump anything. Which I learned when we came up to our inside single which was some jump with massive (I mean MASSIVE) pink flowers that Bob really looked at. But, I kept squeezing so he said OK and jumped in slow motion. (our second trip over was fine).

Sometime between Thursday and Friday, I found myself unable to breathe and since then am on new asthma meds, have a new nebulizer, and lots of fun stuff. I shouldn’t have ridden Sunday, but…

Sunday we warmed up with poles at the trot and canter (I died breathing wise) before working on changes. It took a couple attempts to get the left to right, but we got there eventually (I was lacking a little pace). The flat work took a lot out of me… After a nice break, we started over fences.

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Bob and Splinty

Jumps stayed small, but it was all about control and putting things together. We started with the outside single in both directions and then the inside straw bales. From here, we ended up doing the right lead over the outside single around to the outside line. Super easy and controlled. The nice thing about this line is that it’s right against the fence so I just need to stay against the rail and keep my inside leg on… Lol.

Next, things got scary. My security of the rail was taken away. Lol. So, it became outside single (left lead) around to the INSIDE line (no security). To make it to the inside line, I really had to stay on the rail until I say the straight line and turn with 2 hands. Honestly? I think I kept turning a little late, but it worked out much better than if I turned early so we’ll take it. Bob was a bit hesitant to the in, but I kept leg on and waited and it was all fine. Body back, leg, Bob jumps. Collect on landing, wait, leg, Bob jumps jump 2. Lol. It’s really strange. He just wants to feel his rider there with him.

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Goof.

So we next repeated all of that a couple of times then added in the outside line, and then the OTHER inside single with the scary pink flowers. Again, all was fine with the first 3 fences (the inside line was a lot better), then came into the outside line and on the landing of the in, had to really hold and then add leg again (this will take a little getting used to). Continuing to the final single, I was a touch forward until I realized that I was forward, got my body, back, and despite Bob’s slight hesitation, jumped it fine, landed, got the change (our only necessary one of the course), and ended on that note. But hey, first real course!

Seriously. I LOVE THIS HORSE. He’s so good for me. He doesn’t care if I miss a distance as long as I add leg.

 

13.

Today marks Subi’s 13th anniversary with me. How has 13 year gone by? Seriously? I bought him the fall of my senior year of college. How little I knew back then!

But, he’s my longest relationship (sorry Erik!). And while I hope we have 13 more, at 22 with significant arthritis, I know that’s not likely, so I’m just going to enjoy what time we have.

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Model

For year 13, Subi received a brand new rhino 100 gram turnout. I got a kiss. Fair deal.

 

For year 13, Subi has decided that he now ONLY eats alfalfa in his stall when it comes to hay. OK Subi, but I’m still feeding you orchard and your still limited 2 (or 3 if I’m feeling guilty) flakes of alfalfa because, let’s face it, I’m not made of money. But, MAYBE, I’ll buy you orchard-alfalfa too next time I visit the hay guy…

And, yesterday morning, it was raining. Subi REFUSED to

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He knows he looks good, lol

leave his stall. He was wearing a rain sheet. He didn’t want to get wet. Old man has gotten picky. Let us not forget that a year ago he lived out 24/7. But, NO, he was going to melt if he stepped out into the rain. Eventually, I convinced him to leave his stall, walk to the paddock, where he IMMEDIATELY made a beeline to the shed. Again, he was dressed in a rain sheet. No one else melted and no one else was wearing sheet. Finicky old man!

Enjoy some of my favorite pictures throughout the years!

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Way back in 2006!

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First horse show? He’s unimpressed.

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Cold winters were the death of both of us…

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Various hairstyles…

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kindest eyes

 

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young years. 

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Still my favorite picture EVER

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He was so bored… 

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During a kim lesson

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mane was never in control

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I have so few riding pictures with him… 

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Loved these two together… 

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Loved his Hayley

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He was surprisingly good on trails.. 

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Riding days… 

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Fan of sticking his head on top of mine… 

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Fan of blankets

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Fan of staring off into the distance.

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Fan of mud

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3 nuts

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He’s seriously the best, even when I’m ready to kill him… 

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Goof ball

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Big and little

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Begging for food like the goof he is… 

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Best friends waiting to go out

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Handsomest chestnut there is

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Always posing for the camera

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My best boy in the world. 

Blogging Bob: Ride 3

This is a tongue twister! I tried Bob Blog, but it was too hard to type! In fact, it took my 4 tries to type it here, so, Blogging Bob (blogging Blob is what I almost ended up with) is the current working name of Ranger Recap’s replacement. Lol.

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husband photography

Ride 3 took an interesting turn as it took place in the form of a free ride vs a lesson as my trainer was off at a horse show but texted me, “Come ride Bob!” So I guess I passed the Bob test? Lol.

 

My husband joined me so I have media. I almost didn’t as I could barely pull him away from the barn dogs. He was covered in dogs from the moment we arrived and almost didn’t LEAVE the barn to watch me ride. Men. Lol.

Bob was a bit P.O.’d as he was JUST about to be turned out when I arrived and was prompted kept inside. Sorry Bob. But, tough. I decided my ride was just going to be about getting to know him. I need to start trusting him over fences. And I’ll get there, but I still see all the stops we had our first ride. And yet we haven’t had one since. So, I kept it little and easy and we had a nice ride.

Not trot videos because it appears the trot is boring so my husband chose not to video…

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More husband pictures

Lol.

Canter. I NEED TO SIT BACK. This is what happens when I don’t have someone constantly getting at me! I also need to KEEP LEG ON because Bob “knows everything” and therefore decides when and where we are doing changes once we start… I got a little better staying with him, but MORE LEG with help. Plus, the outside line being against the rail doesn’t help… turning  early = mixed signals… Basically, it’s my fault. But, the first rides I was launching forward and this time I wasn’t so, yay? Anyone was to jump that MASSIVE oxer thing?

Next I just worked on 2 singles. I figured I probably shouldn’t try my first line/related distances on Bob outside of a lesson. Still staying collected/adding leg last 3 strides. No hesitation on Bob’s part anymore so it’s almost like he realizes I’m making him jump now so why try and get out of it? I probably can let go a bit more…

I bored my husband. He was more impressed by the kid on Baron. Lol.

Then we put it together. I probably could start working on changes after fences, but I’m just stopping instead if we’re on the wrong lead because I want to make sure my core is stronger.  My husband couldn’t figure out what I was doing and why I wasn’t doing more…

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Good boy Bob!

We didn’t do a massive amount, but it was enough for poor Bob to get hot and sweaty. Considering it was 60 degrees and rainy… He’s out of shape. Poor Bob. We walked into the barn where he proceeded to knock over an old cup of coffee and make a mess. Bob, Bob, Bob…

And, in case ANYONE is concerned, Ranger got 2 handfuls of treats and a kiss on the nose before I left. He was in his field SCREAMING because his BFF Coco was in for a ride (forget the fact that he was NOT alone in the field, but it appears he doesn’t care about his other field mate).

 

Wordless…Thursday?

Behind with life. Migraines taking over again. But the boys need jobs to start paying Batt’s vet bills. Thanks to his medication (looks like he’ll be on steroids for life decreasing when possible) and most recent ventipulmin purchase combined with fall vaccines, I’m looking at an almost $800 vet bill and I need steroids next week 😭 Plus Batt is back on generic Zyrtec at a loading dose of 20 2x/day. Thank you Costco for 365 @$10.99/ea. I bought 4.

Handsomest old man

Trying out new hair styles…

Anti posing for pictures.

Cat stuffed in shoe box

Queen of universe. Do not cross,