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Once in awhile I get folks commenting on here asking where we have been and what we've been up to. D'oh! I haven't recently put up a link to the combined blog! </div>
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Come follow our adventures at <a href="http://uncatchablenumber257.blogspot.com/">Project Runaway: The Uncatchable Number 257</a>! Pangea, Imogen, and recent addition O-Ren are all waiting to entertain you! Three crazy mares all together at one time? What is better than that!</div>
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Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15902291220984883182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914490487247661521.post-45184373938362056832012-11-05T04:55:00.001-08:002012-11-05T04:55:29.580-08:00The Nothing SongSince our last outing as newly minted foxhunters, Pangea and I have been doing a whole lot of nothing. Well, that's not completely true.... *I* have been riding a million horses and working my butt off, but she has been hanging around stuffing her face and doing nothing at all. And depending on what I end up deciding, this might be all she's going to do for a while.<br />
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Following her stifle injections, P has been feeling worse than usual. Some days she feels fine, and some she feels terrible. A little bute makes her feel better on days when she's not doing all that well. Following the hunt, she was just plain lame for a few days. She has had two weeks off, and I haven't watched her trot since. This week I'll reevaluate, but honestly, it is to the point where I'm not sure that I want to continue with trying to keep her sound enough to ride.
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Let's face it - she's approaching 17 with an old injury that is 7 years old. Has her soundness improved since I got her? Absolutely, there is no question that she is a million times better now than she was. Is she really long-term riding sound? No. The goal in the first place was to a) give her a good home for the rest of her life and b) get a baby or two out of her. Any sort of riding I was able to get out of her was some nice collateral, but not exactly a requirement. Nevertheless, I was encouraged by her progress, and kept trying to get her sounder and sounder, despite the fact that she still had bad days, and I knew she wasn't ever going to heal in the sense that this would go away permanently. I threw all sorts of things at her - herbs, injectables, oral supplements, homeopathic remedies, you name it. Some things helped, some things didn't. Some days, she looked and felt great! Some days, she felt like terrible crap. Still, I kept trying.
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We got through our hunt just fine, and without issue, but she was pretty off for a few days following. I had lots of fun on the hunt, don't get me wrong, but I'm not sure it is worth it to try and keep her going for it all season long, even though I want to. What am I really trying to prove here? The plan is to breed her regardless in the spring, which is now right around the corner. Is it time to call it quits and let her relax into retirement? Should I keep her going? And to what end? WHY keep her going?
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I don't know. Lots to think about. In the meantime, it has since warmed up but we have had a few mornings when temps dropped into the 30's, and Her Majesty needed her medium-heavy to keep warm for the night:
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I am also considering moving facilities. The place where she is right now is ok, but I just went to see a private place last night that has 15 acres of costal with three other horses as buddies, a lighted outdoor, a covered roundpen, a gorgeous barn and indoor stalls with runs as well as outdoor stalls with runs. If I feed myself, it is only $100 a month - and having her out on pasture will seriously cut down on my hay usage. I am not sure that having her out on grass 24/7 is ideal, but with other horses out there, I can't expect the grass will really be plush and nice all year round, and I always have the option of muzzling or pulling her from the grass should there be a concern. The owner says that roundbales will be put out when the grass dies, and of course in this area the hay is all costal. P isn't on costal right now, but if she transitions to a costal pasture then a switch to costal hay won't be such a big deal. I used to hate the stuff but I have gotten used to the idea now that I am down here, so I guess I will live!Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15902291220984883182noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914490487247661521.post-62936982691053437192012-10-31T17:21:00.004-07:002012-10-31T17:24:33.145-07:00A Metro Halloween!<center>Once upon a time, a long long time ago, in a galaxy far away, I dressed Pangea's father Metro up as a giant purple dinosaur for Halloween. He was known by everybody as the Big Purple Dinosaur from then on. Pangea's name partially came from his prehistoric-style nickname... also, her head is the size of a supercontinent.<br />
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We went on parade in a fun show as Dino and Pebbles from the Flintstones in 2005... I had a bone in my hair and everything. He had been on stall rest for 6 months prior to this, and yet he still lead me around by a belt around his neck like a dog collar with no muss or fuss.
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In terms of foxhunting in our area, there isn't an awful lot here. Foxes aren't exactly plentiful in this area, so instead we hunt coyote. We are lucky to have a fair amount of private land here to hunt on, which is great for the game we hunt - foxes tend to run in lots of little circles, and coyotes run in straight lines for very long distances. The hunt I went out with doesn't lay a drag, but follows preexisting scent trails (of which there are many!). As with nearly all modern hunts, they hunt only for sport and not for the kill, but I don't know of many other hunts that don't lay a drag. Cubbing has just begun in this area, which is also unusual to me, seeing as I am used to New England hunts that are already winding down for the season! This hunt is also extremely small - we only had 9 hounds and a handful of members out - so they do things a little differently, quite unlike anything I've ever seen. They operate in sort of a wheel formation, with the huntsman and hounds in the middle (along with a few staff members), and the rest of the members and staff out at great distance in a revolving circle around hounds. They often end up in completely different fields or on different paths, but their main job is to direct the errant hound back to the huntsman, and swing back and forth around if need be. It is quite unlike any other operation I have ever seen, but works for them. They are so small that all members take up an unofficial staff roll in most cases, and can speak to and direct the hounds if need be. <br />
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I was up very bright and early last Saturday morning in order to get ready. The pool has been down at work due to a hose rupture, so P did not get her customary Friday swim, and instead I spent the evening tidying up all her wild hair (she was starting to resemble the Bearded Lady), cleaning tack, and organizing all my clothes. It was a bit sad going through all of my old show stuff, seeing as the last time any of it was worn was during the 2009 AECs when Gogo blew her legs out... I still had my <a href="http://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-snc6/9929_506609365193_2475164_n.jpg">Gold Medal pin on my jacket</a> and everything. That picture was used for a LONG time on the USEA's website for the Medal program! As always, Gogo was the quintessential poster child for all things awesome.) I scraped together an acceptable outfit (note to self: need new britches desperately), and polished my boots. Come 5am, we were up and ready to roll! She was not amused with her early morning bath, but she certainly makes plaid look good!:
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The Renegades failed me horribly in the week preceding the hunt - we were doing some conditioning work, and I took her through some water at a walk before continuing on. The boots, which had been staying so perfectly through some tough workouts, suddenly were turning every which way over and over again once we picked up the pace following the water. I could NOT get them to stay on straight when they were wet! Unfortunately for me, the Renegades are better suited for horses with already decent feet, and P's warped tootsies are not optimally shaped for proper fitting. With that in mind, I went ahead and casted her:
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You can see in that picture how thin her soles are at the toe, and how her lateral heel bulb is larger and corresponds to the asymmetry showing up as right flare. All four of her feet have some sort of rightwards facing flare and asymmetry to them, as does her entire body. Everything about her sways in a right hand curve. Try as I might, I don't know how to counter a horse that stands camped under all the time - her sole at the toe will not grow thicker than this given the fact that her corium is constantly being crushed from the way she stands. I've <a href="http://the-continental-drift.blogspot.com/2012/09/the-real-world-and-renegades.html">discussed this before</a>, and given the fact that I have pictures of her taken nearly a decade ago that show her standing camped under, I think she is unfortunately built that way (or possibly permanently molded that way) for life. Her hinds have perfectly acceptable thickness and shape (via radiographs)... but not her fronts. It is very hard to change a being that has been crooked and warped for probably the better part of her entire life. I have some more ideas in store for her that I think will help, but we're not quite there yet.
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The hunt itself was fantastic. Everyone was super friendly and helpful, and I tagged along with the master and another longtime member who showed me the ropes. P was almost on her best behavior, save for a few minor issues where she was impatient to follow the other horses the moment they moved off. She also had one huge issue when the hounds picked up a trail in a big open field and we all moved off after them - she thought this would be an opportune time to turn into a freight train, gape her mouth, and totally ignore me. When I gave her a stern half halt, she did her most calculate buck-move, perfectly designed to pitch riders over her right shoulder (and I'm sure was her old owner's downfall!). At speed, she suddenly roots downwards on the bit, pulling the rider forward out of the tack, and simultaneously hits the brakes and props on her front end as hard as she can. She also turns sharply to the left when doing this. She does it exactly the same way every time she gets cranky about being told off for being too fresh, and I'm sure it was well-rehearsed long before I ever came upon the scene. It has never gotten me off, but it almost has a few times... it's a very good rider-slinger! (In her sale contract, there is even a clause about her being a "known bucker"... yep, I have that horse.) A quick boot in the ribs and she was off again, the moment forgotten in a cloud of dust. Thankfully, nobody else saw it... how embarrassing!
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The weather was hot and beautiful, the sun was shining, the hounds were tired and hot but totally game, and the company was very enjoyable. We didn't do anything too outrageous for an old mare, and I think that it is perfectly reasonable to think that she'll be capable of this throughout the season.
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She has had most of this week off, but will get back to it tomorrow. Onward and upward!
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It was a most excellent and unusual hunt. More later!
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I am struggling to find the words to begin this post. I've been sitting in front of the computer for a listless hour, unable to find a good place to start, so I suppose I'll just launch into it bluntly: today is the one year anniversary of Gogo's death. There, I have a start... perhaps now the words will come more freely. I feel very much like I've been stoppered up for the past year. When she died, the poetry just went clean out of me. </center>
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I'm not entirely sure of where the past year has gone. It seems like October 11th of last year was such a long time ago, but I can't hardly remember what has happened in the past year to make it so distant. Twelve months into this grieving process, I don't feel better and I don't feel like myself still, but it has taken this long for me to realize that I am not the same without her, and life is not, and will never be, the same either. It isn't that life is now somehow less or is badly off, because it isn't. It's just completely different, without anything else actually having changed. I am still with Future Hubs, I still have all the same critters, still have the same job, still living here in Texas. Those things are all as wonderful as they have been. It is just me that is different... I am not the same as I was. Losing Gogo was a bit like someone forcefully cutting me in half and tossing one half of me back out into the world to keep going. It is very confusing trying to relearn how to live your life when half of everything you value and love is suddenly gone one day. You can prepare for it, if you know it is coming. You can ready yourself, steel yourself, prepare to lose it, surround yourself with loved ones, or push them all away just the same. It doesn't matter what you do, because you won't know how it really feels until it happens. Then, and only then, will you realize just how thoroughly unprepared you were to live on through unthinkable tragedy.</center>
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I know it sounds extreme. Honestly, just putting it out in writing sounds like I survived a war instead of just lost a horse. But those of you with horses in your life - probably most or all of you, I am assuming - know how much they affect you, and those of you who have lost them will understand. To those who haven't yet, I don't wish it upon you, but that day will come. On that day, you too will stand with me and feel that horror and pain and sorrow, and will still know in your heart that life is better having had and lost them rather than never having known them at all. But you'll never be the same again.</center>
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Not a day goes by when I don't think of her. Hardly a week passes when some memory, picture, or video doesn't make me sob like a baby or ache with sorrow. How could they not, when so much of my life revolved around her? She defined me as a young adult, molded and changed and shaped me into the person I am today, and her loss affected me just as hard as her life did. I am different now, and I will never be the same.</center>
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Having Pangea and Imogen in my post-Gogo life has been a very strange, exciting, sad, and wonderful journey. It has really only been in the past month that I have actually started to feel better and more at peace with Gogo's loss, and that is all thanks to working with Imogen. I love and cherish P, and am so glad to have her in my life, but she is happiest when left to her own devices. She likes me well enough, I am sure, but she'd rather be left alone, and we haven't bonded in the strong and inseparable way that Gogo and I had. Imogen and I, on the other hand, bonded immediately and very hard, and we have our own dynamic that is very different from the one she shares with every other horse and human in her life. Something about working with her and the promise of giving her a brand new life is incredibly healing to the heart. Pangea has never known anything except for a life of cookies and love at best, and a big field with giant mounds of hay and no humans to bother her except for regular maintenance at worst. Imogen has known cruelty and pain, and to see her look at me with trust and love, and choose to seek me out over spending time at her haypile with her friends, is truly rewarding. This, more than anything, has kick started me onto the healing track. Life truly works in strange ways, and I'm not sure I'll ever be old or wise enough to understand them.</center>
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"Let's see," I started. "Trashed front feet, nasty hock arthritis, old left stifle trauma, horrible skin issues... where do we begin?" We did a basic lameness, and her usual of starting out slow on the left hind was there, like it always is. It did what it always does, and resolved within a short amount of time. We did some passes at the walk and trot, some tight circles, and some backing. She did show a fair amount of symptoms, which we discussed. We decided in the end that shivers is a diagnosis you back into by process of elimination, and that we ought to see via radiographs what exactly what was going on in her feet, hocks, and stifles, and that we'd go from there. P was a superstar for the entire process, even standing like a rock for the rads despite the fact that she remained quite awake through her (heavy) sedation. Seriously, I don't even think the drugs ever hit her.<br />
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I was somewhat pleasantly surprised to see the rads of her hind feet. We've obviously come a very long way from the total mess we had when I first got her - her angles were perfect, the joints were sparkling, and amazingly she had a solid 1cm of sole uniformly all the way around. (Acceptable sole depth is between 1cm and 3cms, so it's on the thin end of acceptable limits, but it is technically now out of the pathologically thin range... yay!) Her sole perfectly matched the arch of P3. Even the resident journeyman farrier came by to look at her feet to see whether or not he thought shoeing would help her (like I was considering that anyway!), and he agreed that there was nothing more to be done there to help her. Sweet.<br />
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As for her hocks and stifles, she amazingly has quite a lot of joint space there despite the degenerative changes present. The changes aren't bad, honestly... in fact, I thought they'd be a lot worse. Despite that, she still was showing issues with her stifles, so we decided to be proactive and go ahead and inject them to give her some relief. It was something I figured that we needed to either way, so we cleaned up her legs and got ready to poke her.
And she FREAKED. Literally lost it trying to kick the needle out (which she succeeded in, numerous times). Even through a second HEAVY dose of Dorm and Torb, a twitch, a helper holding a leg, and squashed up against the wall, she STILL kicked violently through the entire thing. Dr. H is THE go-to guy for these kinds of things though, and he got it done somehow. I apologized profusedly... I had no idea she'd be so bad! They almost had to lay her butt down out on the grass to get it done! It obviously was very painful though... horses don't usually react like that to stifle injections. Poor girl...<br />
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She is doing quite well two days out from the injections, and is cruising around her field comfortable in all aspects. Every vet's protocol is different for post-injection therapy, but we decided to leave her in her paddock to move around and just cold hose. (Some say turn them out, some leave them in on stall rest, some do cold therapy, some do Banamine... so long as their temps are normal I say kick 'em out and let them walk around! No frantic running, of course, and no work, but it is good to let them move.)
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Oh, and she also had her tear ducts flushed by a client (who was a vet tech) since being in dusty, dry Texas has clogged them all up... she was NOT amused:
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Poor kid!Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15902291220984883182noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914490487247661521.post-76091020031466492742012-09-30T10:05:00.002-07:002012-09-30T10:14:25.418-07:00Neverending ProblemsIn addition to Pangea's neverending hoof issues, hock arthritis, old stifle trauma, probable sidebone and ringbone, and skin issues, we can now add one more problem to the list: the possible onset of shivers.<br />
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If you are unfamiliar with shivers, there is a good writeup <a href="http://www.cvm.umn.edu/umec/lab/shivers/home.html">here</a> on what it is exactly, but in short shivers is basically a neuromuscular condition that is characterized by trembling of the tail while held erect, trembling of the thigh muscles and a flexed and trembling hind limb. It can happen to one or both legs (usually both), and the degree to which the tail is involved (and legs, actually) varies from horse to horse, and from day to day. It shows up most often when picking up the hind legs, turning in tight circles, or backing - the horse may appear to get "stuck" with one hind leg jerked very high and trembling. The onset is usually gradual, and most often is progressive. The cause of the disease is unknown, and there is no treatment. Some horses get along with it just fine for years and years, some deteriorate to the point of euthanasia rapidly. Nobody can predict what is going to happen in the individual.<br />
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In P's case, as in many early-onset cases, she has been gradually having a harder and harder time picking up her hind legs for me. Trimming her hind feet used to be easy - she was dramatic at first about picking them up, but would relax into it quickly and I could trim away. I thought that was just her particular flair. Now, she is finding it increasingly difficult to pick her hind legs up, equally on both sides, and jerks them as high as she can into the air whenever I touch them to pick them up - if she can pick them up at all. Sometimes, she'll completely lose her balance and have to snatch the foot back to keep from falling. She also has started to have an increasingly hard time backing up. Somedays, she can't do it at all. Other days, like today, she showed no symptoms or problems when in reverse. She also occasionally lifts a hind leg high into the air and holds it there... I had thought it was a sign of discomfort in her hind end from being creaky and stiff. Now, I'm pretty sure she really is showing the early signs for shivers.<br />
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It came to a head yesterday when I went to medicate the scratches on one of her hind legs. I had thought at first that she was being dramatic about her treatment - always jerking her legs up high whenever I'd clean them and apply ointment - but now that they are almost gone, I would expect her reaction to be far less. Yesterday, she caught me completely by surprise with how fast and how high she jerked her leg upwards and outward, and I just didn't get out of her way fast enough. She caught me directly in the cheekbone and eye with her hoof, and HARD. If you'd never been struck directly in the face with a hoof, there is no possible way to describe that sort of pain... and I didn't even get seriously hurt!<br />
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Once the room stopped spinning and I could open my eye again, the gears in my head started spinning. She didn't kick me in the face on purpose.... so what the heck happened? I started thinking back to all the times she has been dramatic recently with her hind end, and at some point it hit me that she is showing all the classic early signs for shivers. Great... add that to her laundry list of problems!<br />
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I am pretty sick today, due to the fact that I've been doing an awful lot of standing around in the cold rain, but I managed to get a very poor-quality video of some of her symptoms today. She wasn't showing much at all today - I think that she is much more relaxed in her body the day after she goes to the AquaTread, so it makes sense that she would be loser in her hind end today. Most of what you can see is on her right hind, where you'll notice her lose her balance and have to grab the leg back from me to keep from falling. Note that I am NOT holding that leg up there - I am merely asking for the hind leg and touching it while she holds it up that high herself. She didn't show many symptoms on the left hind, but she usually shows them equally. She backed with no issues today - backing often causes her to get stuck and frustrated - but you can see some dramatic steps when she turns in tight circles. She is crossing over properly for the most part on the tight circles (inability to cross hind legs while turning tightly can be indicative of other neuro problems, so thankfully she passes that test with no issues!). Her symptoms were very, very mild today, but you can get a vague idea of what is going on.<br />
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I'm going to schedule a vet appointment for next week to see if I can get a better idea of what is going on. She is already on a very low-carb low-sugar diet with lots of added fat, which can be helpful for these kinds of cases, but I am also looking in to adding Vitamin E to her diet, something which anecdotally is said to usually help shivers horses.
It's just one thing after another, isn't it?
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Now, onto something completely different.
When I first started writing the <a href="http://eventing-a-gogo.blogspot.com/">Eventing-A-Gogo</a> blog almost four years ago, I had just moved to a magical situation which revolved around Gogo 24 hours a day. I breathed, ate, slept, worked, and functioned solely for Gogo and what we were working for, and had nothing to distract me from my drive. We even lived together, only a doorway and a short walk down an aisle apart. I woke up every day with a center to spin around: her, and her only. Part of my compensatory package included lessons, so I usually rode her during the day, and even on the days that I didn't have lessons, I was allowed to ride at some point during the day most of the time. The entire barn rooted for us at shows, and were all collectively involved in the process, even chipping in for clinics and travel money. Gogo was my primary focus, and everything revolved around her.
With Pangea, things are different. I am in a completely different situation now, and it isn't easy. Working two jobs, going to school full time, having a Future Hubs who I only get to see for a few hours after work every day (we don't share a day off, so any time we have together is small and precious), and boarding her at a small facility without a lighted arena makes it very hard to ride on the days when I leave my house before the sun comes up and come home long after the sun has gone down. It isn't exactly possible to ride in complete darkness... even our barn doesn't have lights! This is how I made grains last night:</center>
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Patron saves the day, as usual. I HAVE considered turning my headlights on the arena and riding in their light.... but somehow it doesn't seem like that would end well.
What I am really waiting for is a spot to open up at WD, a nearby private eventing facility with an enormous full XC course, several arenas (including two properly sized dressage arena, one standard and one short court, a stadium arena with a full set of jumps, and a 300'x150' covered arena with lights and synthetic footing), and a galloping lane with mile markers. It is only two miles away from where P lives now, and I am next on the waiting list for monthly access. All I have to do when my spot opens up is pay a monthly fee, and then I have access to the gated facility whenever I want, as many times a week as I want. The lighted arena will DEFINITELY come in handy as winter closes in on us.
I LOVE the barn I am at now, by the way. It is tiny - just the owner's horses and my horse - but it is peaceful, out of the way, and drama-free. Oh, and cheap. Did I mention cheap? Did I mention I can do whatever, whenever I want? Feed whatever I want, however I want? Love it. AND it is only two miles from WD. AND only three miles from my house.</center>
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Along with the vanishing daylight hours, north Texas seems to be finally cooling down a bit. The horses are all starting to grow their winter coats already (!!!), but temps are still in the 80's and 90's.... which makes for some toasty ponies. P's horrible bleached coat is finally shedding out, but she is still sweating every day, leaving me to find this on her pretty much every single afternoon:</center>
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Obviously, from the look on her face, she was not amused. She hates clothes... HATES them! However, she seems to hate the bugs an awful lot more than the clothes, so we seem to have reached an agreement to wear them without completely shredding them. Nothing I've put on her has lasted more than a week, so the fact that this actually has lasted almost TWO now with only a few tears is nothing short of magical. The flymask is also still half-alive:</center>
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But I did have to cut the ears off of it, seeing as they were completely in tatters. The rest of the mask is starting to look pretty poor now, but it is still hanging on for the most part. I quite imagine it won't be long before it receives a ceremonial burial in the garbage bin though... no mask can stand up to her wrath for long.
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In terms of her soundness, her hind end looks amazing as of late - I've never seen or felt her move so freely behind right from the get-go of every ride and workout. It is now her front end that we have to worry about, and with all the wet-dry cycles we've had as of late, her front feet are suffering. She was casted for a little while, but the material was a different brand from my usual preferred and it didn't take long for them to fail. When the casts came off, she was still very footsore. It has taken me a very, very long time to figure out WHY exactly she cannot seem to grow any sort of solar depth at the toe, but it finally dawned on me a few weeks ago, and I've been stumped as to trying to figure out an answer to it. Have you ever noticed the way she always stands? I'll give you a montage and see if you can pick it up before I give it away:</center>
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Despite tons of bodywork, chiro adjustments, aqua therapy, a well-balanced and low NSC diet, and good trims... she is just plain camped under in the front. It's not uncommon in horses with short, upright pasterns like she has... but I was kind of hoping that it would go away with regular workups. It appears that isn't going to be the case, and if you look at the collage you will spot a picture with a date on it from an old sale ad of hers from 2005. Yep, I guess she's just camped under and always has been... and there you are.
The problem with this? A horse constantly standing with her weight distributed unevenly over the front of her foot will be constantly applying unnatural pressures to that area. It is hard to grow a nice, thick sole underneath an area that is constantly being crushed. I don't have any recent radiographs of her front feet, but given the state of things visually I would expect to see quite a lot of bony changes going on here - ringbone, sidebone, and possible remodeling of the coffin bone (but let's hope not). Radiographs would also, obviously, show extremely thin sole at the toe, and more than adequate sole at the heel. Just like with Gogo's club foot, if you put weight on your toe and unweight your heel... your heel is going to grow like crazy! Her feet have come SO far in the seven months that I have had her, and the new hoof hasn't yet hit the ground, so there is still some hope left that she might grow a thicker sole once we reach that point. I'm not holding out for any miracles at this point though... standing like this for 16 years will do plenty of damage.
It explains why she is so willing to land heel-first for the most part, and can still be so ouchy on hard ground at the toe but doesn't take that typical ouchy-toe stance like you would see in a founder case. You would expect that a horse that is sore at the toe would not want to stand on her toes ALL the time, but she does. She's just built that way, unfortunately, and it creates a perpetual cycle of soreness every time the ground softens up and hardens quickly again after a good rain. Postural issues have a disturbing effect on the body's wellness and soundness, and as much as I'd like to think that so many of these things can be resolved through bodywork, some of them just can't, especially not after 16 years and body remodeling because of it.
This rehab is obviously going to continue to be exceedingly tricky.
Casting has worked exceptionally well in the past for her during these times of wet-try, but it has come to the point where I decided to just bite the bullet and get some boots for her. Despite my obvious barefoot loyalties, I really just don't like boots very much. They are bulky, they change breakover, they add weight to the foot and change the horse's stride length, they twist, they fall off, they break, they rotate. They are a right pain in the fanny. Despite all of that, I still want something that doesn't have to be worn 24/7, something that can be modified and changed should I want to alter something. Thus, enter the Renegades:</center>
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After that, it was time for a test-drive! First clip is of her mincing over our somewhat hard and crunchy arena (it gets that way after the wet-dry cycle runs through), second clip is of the Renegades. Night and day.</center>
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They need more fine-tuning - the first test-drive was yesterday during a dressage school, and they both spun. Today I got some thinner pads - perhaps the Comfort Pads were too thick - and will try that tomorrow. I might also use a little Vetwrap ingenuity to see if I can create a better bond... we'll see.</center>
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On an unrelated note, I had the amazing experience of being able to see my favorite band live in concert last week, and it was heaven and a half. If you ever get to go see these guys, do it. You won't regret it. Most amazing show of my life. </center>
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Tomorrow, P swims and goes out on a small conditioning ride with the Renegades (to see how they'll stay with the new modifications), and then we road with the hounds on Saturday. We just found out that the opening meet is on Thanksgiving weekend, which isn't all that far away... time to get down to business!</center>
Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15902291220984883182noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914490487247661521.post-16269007888166332022012-09-11T17:43:00.001-07:002012-09-11T17:43:18.567-07:009/11<center><br />Reposted from the Eventing-A-Gogo blog from last year: <a href="http://eventing-a-gogo.blogspot.com/2011/09/911.html">9/11, a Tribute</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.petsgardenblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/9-11-flag-258x300.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.petsgardenblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/9-11-flag-258x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Never forget.<br /><br /><br />In exactly one month, Gogo will have been gone for an entire year. </center>Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15902291220984883182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914490487247661521.post-57596205860027596042012-09-03T07:51:00.016-07:002012-09-04T04:49:18.061-07:00UnderestimatingI think I have truly been underestimating my horse. <br /><br />When I got Pangea, I assumed she'd be up to some light work, some easy trails and low-level dressage, and maybe hunting if she could stay sound enough for it. She's had it very easy all summer thanks to her difficulty acclimating to our extreme heat (and I can't blame her there!), and I haven't really felt as though I've been able to put a real base of fitness on her. She has literally just not worked enough. Now that September is here, praise mighty Mother Nature and her changing ways, we are experiencing a bit of a break from the heat. Or well, we WERE... it is supposed to be 102 today. Barf! <br /><br />Anyway, now that the weather is hopefully not going to be murderously hot anymore, I've been starting to put a light leg back up on Pangea. I wasn't holding out for much, to be honest - a bit of hunting was all I was really hoping for - but whatever hoodoo magic I've been trying to do for her comfort level seems to really have helped. She is currently casted with packing (which has done wonders for her through this latest wet-dry cycle), is partway through a course of Acetyl D, has had a few massages, and is getting Traumeel tabs daily, just to see what would happen. Something about this seems to be working - she is going into our rides completely sans slow-hitchy warmup, and has energy and power to spare. She usually starts out feeling a bit like a tin soldier, but not anymore. Something is working, and working well. With that big question mark squared away for now, I can start really focusing on fitness and training, and figure out exactly what my plans are with her.<br /><br />On Saturday, I finally had the chance to go roading with the local hunt. In this part of the (extremely hot) country, we road in the summertime at the kennels, cub in the late fall, and hunt from November to April. It has been too hot thus far in the summer to take her out with them, so I waited until now to do it. Of course, it ended up being another 100 degree day... blarf. Will summer ever end?? Not to be daunted, I swam her on Friday, bathed her all up.... and then watched her melt into a giant, rolling, filthy sweatball as the heat of the day caught up to her. So much for that. I had to get up early early on Saturday to give her a second bathe because it was entierly pointless to try and keep her clean. She lives to be disgusting... it is her sole mission in life to get as sweaty, bleachy, and filthy as possible, every single day. Why I even bother to clean her at all is beyond me, it is pointless!<br /><br />After her bath and cleaning early in the morning, we rolled out at around 8pm, arriving right at 8:30 at the kennel property. She unloaded fine, ate some hay, hung around, was completely unfazed by the hounds... but LOST IT when a second trailer pulled in to unload their horses. You'd think she had never seen horses before in her whole life, ever. She completely insane! (Turns out she's in heat.... so there you are!) Thankfully, the pawing and screaming fits quickly passed, and she settled back in to munching her hay. Once mounted, I hung around with the other riders in the shade until the first pack of hounds was brought out, then waited anxiously to see what her reaction to a group of running, bouncing, baying hounds would be.<br /><br />And... it was nothing. She didn't care. At all.<br /><br />The hounds know not to come up and stiff the horses, but the presence of a new horse was a bit much for some of them, and they had to check her out. She didn't care, and didn't so much as even swish her tail as they sniffed all around her heels. (They were of course given a quick reprimand and backed off, but it was good to see that things like that don't bother her one bit.) They popped out from the brush, they crashed around making noise, they cam running past several times, and still she didn't care. What a good girl! <br /><br />The best part of the whole ride started between pack walks. While the group of girls was being put up and the group of boys was being rounded up, the riders all went up to the jump field and popped over a few fences. I hadn't jumped Pangea once in the seven months that I've owned her - not ONCE - so I hesitated a bit, not sure if I really wanted to join in. What if jumping made her sore, or what if she was completely nuts? I had no idea what she would do, or if she'd even be able to hold up to jumping at all. But she's been doing so well and feeling so good, and there was a crossrail right in the middle of the field calling my name, so I figured what the heck, let's give it a try.<br /><br />First attempt, at the trot? Deer jumping bounceflail with me bouncing out of my irons in awkward confusion. Okay... let's try that again. Take two, at the canter... a beautiful, quiet, rhythmic jump. Sweet! A few more times produced the same. Double sweet! Back out in the woods, where there were a series of small, scary stone walls and other assorted jumps? Jumped them all, no hesitations. She did everything with enthusiasm and energy to spare. She was a MACHINE.<br /><br />I've been missing out. And I've been underestimating her abilities. AND I've underestimated her soundness as well - on Sunday morning, we had a pretty hard dressage school, and she felt absolutely wonderful. She has no stiffness, soreness, or anything to note. If anything, she felt better than ever. <br /><br />Holy moley. Do I possibly have a candidate for an event horse after all?<br /><br />I think I haven't given this mare a chance to prove herself, simply because the memory of Gogo has been blocking any sort of forward progress towards showing again. What I want and crave in a show horse is Gogo, period. She was my perfect eventing counterpart... she had it all. She was flashy, stunning in the dressage, effortless in stadium, bold and catty on XC. She was quick and smart and surefooted, and despite her opinionated ways, when we were on fire we ALWAYS won. I loved that partnership, loved the connection we had. I was so proud of her, and I loved to show her off. She was - and still is - my perfect match, despite being gone. Her memory is still vibrant and alive and painful, and I can't take down the bar that I have set for myself and my standards. It has been impossible to consider anything other than her as the ultimate partner, and I have avoided anything that might challenge that idea. <br /><br />I think this all boils down to the fact that no one will ever be Gogo, and that is hard to disassociate from, simply because I have put her on a perfect pedestal and unfairly compare everything to her. I've not even considered showing Pangea at all simply because I didn't think she was fancy or catty enough to win on a national level, like Gogo did. If I want to be honest with myself, if I am going to show at recognized shows, I want to win them. They are expensive and time consuming, and I don't want to do it unless I stand a good chance at winning. It makes me sound like a horrible snob, and maybe I am. But I'm not the kind of person who wants to buy a fancy made horse just to win ribbons, and I'm not the kind of person who is power hungry enough to do anything just to win. (Clearly I would have bought another fancy pants horse had I really wanted one!) I want a talented animal that I bring along myself from a humble beginning that becomes the perfect partner over time, one that I can mold and create and build up a relationship with as the years and levels go by. I guess it still basically boils down to the fact that I want Gogo. I want Gogo and nothing will ever compare to her perfection in my mind. I can't let it go.<br /><br />But that doesn't mean I should automatically write Pangea off as a potential show horse. Sure, she's not flashy, but she is consistent in everything that she does - something that Gogo NEVER was. Why couldn't Pangea show locally? Why couldn't we give it a try? If she keeps surprising me like she has been, who knows? Maybe there is more to her abilities than I ever imagined, and I just have to take the time to really believe in her and cultivate that to its true potential. And I haven't. I have loved this mare and not really believed in her at the same time. Her only real flaw, when I peel away the layers, is that she is not Gogo. And what kind of a flaw is that? I could, by extension, say that Gogo's only flaw was that she was not Pangea. It is nonsensical, and I am ready to throw that logic in the trash. <br /><br />It has felt very good to really sit down and think about all of this. Building a relationship with a new horse is a journey, especially when one has exceedingly painful equine baggage from the past. I'm still not right, even though it has been nearly a year since I lost Gogo. I don't ever think I will be right. But that doesn't mean I should let other opportunities pass me by, simply because they are not Gogo. And from this point on, I intend not to.<br /><br /><br />By the way, I had the cut the tattered ears from the new (meaning 2 week old) flymask, but it is still alive...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TV1qDOx2bks/UETEeZfR0zI/AAAAAAAAEcA/TkYxKpPwyjk/s1600/2012-09-02%2B10.53.48.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TV1qDOx2bks/UETEeZfR0zI/AAAAAAAAEcA/TkYxKpPwyjk/s320/2012-09-02%2B10.53.48.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5783963847967757106" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G0geKd_u9Pc/UETEP0sVEfI/AAAAAAAAEb0/boMbMWax6HU/s1600/2012-09-02%2B10.53.51.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G0geKd_u9Pc/UETEP0sVEfI/AAAAAAAAEb0/boMbMWax6HU/s320/2012-09-02%2B10.53.51.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5783963597572215282" /></a><br />Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15902291220984883182noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914490487247661521.post-81046596006028464162012-08-19T05:39:00.006-07:002012-08-19T06:59:48.403-07:00Not much to report!<br />I haven't blogged about Pangea in nearly a month. A MONTH! Mostly I've had little to write about, honestly - I've been working insanely long hours at my two full time jobs as well as trying desperately to keep up with full time school (yes, three full time things plus riding doesn't work out very well) - and I haven't been riding very much due to the heat and Pangea's inability to cope with it. She's been doing a lot better, thankfully, but she has struggled over the past few months to keep herself cool. Lots and lots of sweat and one sunbleached coat later, and we seem to be reaching the end of summer, sort of. As I write, it is currently overcast and 68 degrees. I know it will warm into the low 90's later today, but I'll take that as "cooling off." We're not supposed to reach into the 100's again in the foreseeable future, so I am hoping it won't happen again until next summer!<br /><br />Most of what Pangea has done over the past month is nothing at all, save for going in the AquaTread once a week, a few dressage rides, and a few trail rides as well. She is still teetering on the edge of comfortable enough to be strongly rideable, and I have been debating whether or not to really pursue a foxhunting career with her. Is she going to stay comfortably sound enough to do it, or not? I figure I will keep trying to find her magic combination for the rest of the year, and then reevaluate. To be honest, if she isn't going to make a foxhunter, then she'll be semi-retired and become a happy trail pony and momma. I don't want to hear ONE NEGATIVE WORD from people about her being a momma. I've made the mistake of talking about breeding in the past, and I am not keen to get the same negative response. My horse, my money, my decision, end of story! ;)<br /><br />Anyway, back to Pangea's comfort. As her issues have unfolded, I have realized they are far more complicated than I ever imagined. It isn't just that she had an old stifle injury that was unattended to, it was that her entire body has been compensating for years due to that and her feet. The soreness in her body made her stand in odd positions - camped under a lot in front, for instance - which in turn made her wear her sole thin at the toe and grow a long heel... which made her body sore. Her entire body developed a sway to the right, feet included. We have come a VERY long way in helping to improve her posture, but she is still very body sore and restricted. Two chiropractic adjustments have failed to help her, and dental work didn't improve anything either. (I thought the dentist was great but the chiro was not great... we'll be looking for a new one.) Regular trims and a balanced diet have done an awful lot of good for her feet, but she is going to need boots if we want to get any further on tougher terrain. Devil's Claw Plus and Cosequin ASU were very helpful, but not quite enough. She is currently going through a course of Acetyl-D, and if that isn't helpful enough, will do a course of Adequan as well. She had a massage yesterday for the first time, as I suspected it would do her a whole lot of good, and holy lord did she ever need it! She spent the entire time trying to bite me and kicking out violently at all the knots the massage therapist uncovered. As she's not a biter or a kicker, it speaks an awful lot about the level of pain she was feeling. (At least she wasn't trying to kick the massage therapist... she was just kicking out backwards to show how she really felt about the whole thing, instead of aiming for her!) She was stuck basically from head to tail, poor thing. It's all compensatory soreness... it's all just a big mess. She'll get another one next week, and we'll see how she feels then.<br /><br />The saddest part about this whole ordeal is that had somebody bothered to properly treat her injury when it first happened, none of this would be happening now. Now, it is up to me to play clean-up crew, and it isn't pretty. Truthfully, she doesn't owe me anything, and if I can't get her to where she needs to be to be a consistent riding horse, then she'll be retired to broodie and trail duty. There isn't anything that she has to do for me in order to earn her keep. Just being who she is is enough for me.<br /><br />A few of the things we've been up to this past month:<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OrDaczhLDyg/UDDs6p8OIvI/AAAAAAAAEXg/06nXg6LyUg4/s1600/622523_532752713713_1958327346_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OrDaczhLDyg/UDDs6p8OIvI/AAAAAAAAEXg/06nXg6LyUg4/s320/622523_532752713713_1958327346_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5778378814351352562" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5m0aH3IzNw/UDDs6Jm8xZI/AAAAAAAAEXU/86oEl8wyafc/s1600/616429_532752783573_1626890373_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5m0aH3IzNw/UDDs6Jm8xZI/AAAAAAAAEXU/86oEl8wyafc/s320/616429_532752783573_1626890373_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5778378805672199570" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UEqPEHO6NbY/UDDs55vx3kI/AAAAAAAAEXI/PrWfE7OtNZA/s1600/614917_532752843453_138080617_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UEqPEHO6NbY/UDDs55vx3kI/AAAAAAAAEXI/PrWfE7OtNZA/s320/614917_532752843453_138080617_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5778378801414266434" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MBAI5j35b9A/UDDsdVJamDI/AAAAAAAAEW8/WIM_YhPWKwc/s1600/332967_532752813513_1556656280_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MBAI5j35b9A/UDDsdVJamDI/AAAAAAAAEW8/WIM_YhPWKwc/s320/332967_532752813513_1556656280_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5778378310553344050" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gdcblgZS9y8/UDDsc4DK_NI/AAAAAAAAEWw/1aogGEQ3eRM/s1600/325054_532752763613_654246411_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gdcblgZS9y8/UDDsc4DK_NI/AAAAAAAAEWw/1aogGEQ3eRM/s320/325054_532752763613_654246411_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5778378302742527186" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J1rG-qyXUi4/UDDscaK34BI/AAAAAAAAEWk/4YXu1wjJF_I/s1600/219835_532752863413_162095527_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J1rG-qyXUi4/UDDscaK34BI/AAAAAAAAEWk/4YXu1wjJF_I/s320/219835_532752863413_162095527_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5778378294721765394" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cVf-E_TlhDU/UDDscB5aY5I/AAAAAAAAEWY/4qZyym9zvjw/s1600/256451_532306273383_278671741_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cVf-E_TlhDU/UDDscB5aY5I/AAAAAAAAEWY/4qZyym9zvjw/s320/256451_532306273383_278671741_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5778378288206078866" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EDmgjAlhF0k/UDDsbudxq-I/AAAAAAAAEWM/rhyugWrLHoQ/s1600/256253_532306218493_787421690_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EDmgjAlhF0k/UDDsbudxq-I/AAAAAAAAEWM/rhyugWrLHoQ/s320/256253_532306218493_787421690_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5778378282989890530" /></a><br /><br /><br />Also, systematically destroying flymasks. She is very good at that.<br /><br />A few shreds at first...<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-unbXfxpeE4E/UDDtZbQkjFI/AAAAAAAAEXs/khWTPeTAYsQ/s1600/220123_532779465103_1099931308_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-unbXfxpeE4E/UDDtZbQkjFI/AAAAAAAAEXs/khWTPeTAYsQ/s320/220123_532779465103_1099931308_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5778379342986120274" /></a><br /><br /><br />... to the full Phantom of the Opera.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WOlSWcT1Lrg/UDDtZ9AeOVI/AAAAAAAAEX4/X4TlkQlcFOI/s1600/621995_533066484913_1083931143_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WOlSWcT1Lrg/UDDtZ9AeOVI/AAAAAAAAEX4/X4TlkQlcFOI/s320/621995_533066484913_1083931143_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5778379352045402450" /></a><br /><br /><br />No more nice Cashel masks for you mare... this is the fourth one you have destroyed this summer!! She wore the one Gogo had for FIVE YEARS for three days and completely ruined it. She also blew through a Quiet Ride mask and now TWO more regular Cashel masks, one with ears and one without... fail! I hear Horseman's has super cheap masks with durable mesh... gonna have to check them out for sure.<br /><br />We'll see how the massage worked!Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15902291220984883182noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914490487247661521.post-3733327852387997282012-07-24T12:54:00.010-07:002012-07-24T16:19:48.418-07:00Trailventure Time!Last Saturday, Pangea and I were set to go on our first ever roading adventure with the local hunt. She swam on Friday, and I spent some time that afternoon trying to organize and clean my stuff - after all, this was going to be our first time out in public doing something where we needed to look respectable! Unfortunately for us, the weather did not cooperate, and the hunt called off the Saturday road in anticipation of high temperatures (110-115F). I didn't complain, seeing as I had to cut my Friday prep time very short due to being followed home by this!!<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6RL63ab2zA8/UA8FFxga8CI/AAAAAAAAEQg/Vv6JW1ykRpg/s1600/Scary.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6RL63ab2zA8/UA8FFxga8CI/AAAAAAAAEQg/Vv6JW1ykRpg/s320/Scary.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5768835244431700002" /></a><br /><br />I swear we got chased home by a tornado. Swear it.<br /><br /><br />On Saturday, with no obvious place that I had to be anymore, I decided that I was going to make good use of the cool early morning weather (and by cool, I mean it was still in the mid 80's at 7am) and trailered Pangea out to Benbrook Lake for some early morning conditioning. Thank you to all my cats and dogs who made this possible... my furry little alarm clocks became very alarmed when I wasn't up by 6:45am, and all started jumping on me and/or crying hysterically in an effort to make sure I wasn't dead and/or going to forget about their breakfast. Every time I rolled over and groaned, any inch of me that wasn't covered by blankets was either licked maniacally or pounced on by ferocious kitten claws. I think this is a good sign that you have had too few days off lately. <br /><br />At the head of the trail, we crossed paths with a total stranger, a 70 year-old man named John on a Missouri Foxtrotter. We both happened to be heading the same way with the same idea in mind - ride before the death heat sets in - so we marched off together. John complained repeatedly about never having anyone to ride with because all of his friends at the boarding stable take too long to get their horses ready, so I think he was happy to have a friend!<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M8PEIi7cv_I/UA8alAKX3CI/AAAAAAAAEQ0/c_hLHz6-6RA/s1600/Trail2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M8PEIi7cv_I/UA8alAKX3CI/AAAAAAAAEQ0/c_hLHz6-6RA/s320/Trail2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5768858870685883426" /></a><br /><br />John's boarding stable is right down the road from the state park where we were riding, so he knew all the ins and outs of the trails in the area. We even took a few little sidepaths that led us off into lands unknown, making weird little discoveries like this dead cur dog behind someone's house:<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s7q7I3PCnVs/UA8a3Wm9FaI/AAAAAAAAERA/L3Ytxj--vP8/s1600/Trail.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s7q7I3PCnVs/UA8a3Wm9FaI/AAAAAAAAERA/L3Ytxj--vP8/s320/Trail.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5768859185948988834" /></a><br /><br />I thought it was a coyote at first, but closer inspection of the skull says no. It was literally right on the other side of someone's tightly fenced property and huge manicured lawn - an intruder who was shot perhaps? No idea, but it seems a very unusual place to just drop dead of your own accord. My guess is that it died elsewhere and was dragged here, for one reason or another.<br /><br />We also, erm... snuck down to the water's edge. Pretty sure we were not supposed to be there, but we did it anyway!<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GORlSduFmY/UA8nSSgQ0kI/AAAAAAAAERg/_l_Mtj6a-9o/s1600/Trail4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GORlSduFmY/UA8nSSgQ0kI/AAAAAAAAERg/_l_Mtj6a-9o/s320/Trail4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5768872842843181634" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-329K3WRvTnM/UA8nSNDqyMI/AAAAAAAAERU/6AeVkG5Ks0Y/s1600/Trail3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-329K3WRvTnM/UA8nSNDqyMI/AAAAAAAAERU/6AeVkG5Ks0Y/s320/Trail3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5768872841381071042" /></a><br /><br /><br />My intrepid guide dismounted first and gingerly checked the beach footing before we proceeded out there. Apparently he's had some quicksand issues before... or something.<br /><br />We spent some time relaxing in the shade afterwards before we parted ways and I headed back to the trailer. I tested out the gears before we were through - w/t/c all felt great - and then called it a day. It was a balmy 100 degrees by 10:30am. <br /><br /><br />The longer I have this mare, the more of her father I see in her. I had a request awhile back to do a comparison between the two of them, and I will definitely have to make good on that soon!Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15902291220984883182noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914490487247661521.post-51761476668391739232012-07-15T23:42:00.003-07:002012-07-15T23:48:07.912-07:00Butt dapples, ho!And by that I mean, "butt dapples off the starboard bow!" And not, "your butt dapples make you look like a tramp!"<br /><br />I am happy to report that with multiple bathings, UV spray, and some serious elbow grease, Pangea's butt dapples still do exist underneath it all:<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dmJhv_jRr2g/UAO4VHIBeGI/AAAAAAAAEPM/Ea_tb1JDq5I/s1600/Dapps.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dmJhv_jRr2g/UAO4VHIBeGI/AAAAAAAAEPM/Ea_tb1JDq5I/s320/Dapps.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5765654620793829474" /></a><br /><br />It will take a little while (and some new hair growth) to see whether the UV spray is actually helping or not, but here's hoping!<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-240kr58GT04/UAO5D5qqBVI/AAAAAAAAEPY/IaGYwxKwddE/s1600/Dapps2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-240kr58GT04/UAO5D5qqBVI/AAAAAAAAEPY/IaGYwxKwddE/s320/Dapps2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5765655424634848594" /></a>Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15902291220984883182noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914490487247661521.post-29604909223143091132012-07-12T04:51:00.002-07:002012-07-12T05:01:55.729-07:00HackventuresHaving Pangea is a very interesting lesson in how to just relax and enjoy going for a ride. I get into a mindset where I feel like I should do dressage or should do conditioning because she needs this muscle here or that stamina there, when in reality there is nothing I need to actually be doing at all that I don't want to. If I feel like going on a walk trail ride, then hell, I'm going on a walk trail ride. I do miss the rigorous schedule that comes with conditioning and training a show horse, but admittedly it is nice to just get on and do whatever I want to do.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_renJJTGwhs/T_1rFtqcPrI/AAAAAAAAEN8/WNvBhZUfMTo/s1600/PRide5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_renJJTGwhs/T_1rFtqcPrI/AAAAAAAAEN8/WNvBhZUfMTo/s320/PRide5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5763880844005228210" /></a><br /><br />Donkey girl... look at those EARS!<br /><br /><br />Also, my boots.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xedhsbPGN3U/T_1rFE-2UHI/AAAAAAAAENw/xZzMj8_0hbs/s1600/PRide4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xedhsbPGN3U/T_1rFE-2UHI/AAAAAAAAENw/xZzMj8_0hbs/s320/PRide4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5763880833084969074" /></a><br /><br />Broken zipper yet again... someday I'll have nice things. I can't really justify going out and spending a zillion dollars on a new pair of nice tall boots when I'm not showing right now, so I make do for now with vetwrap and eternal trips to the cobbler.<br /><br /><br />The weather has been beautiful - sunny and in the mid-90's, which is downright chilly here for this time of year. Perfect for hackventures! So long as we can avoid the storms, of course:<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vfQR-KEBU24/T_1rEgSxqeI/AAAAAAAAENk/KyIG7Yrv44s/s1600/PRide3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vfQR-KEBU24/T_1rEgSxqeI/AAAAAAAAENk/KyIG7Yrv44s/s320/PRide3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5763880823236438498" /></a><br /><br />They were east of us so we were safe.<br /><br /><br />Random beautiful back road I discovered... there was a Paso breeding farm across the street from where I was riding, and they all came gaiting up to the fenceline when we went by. Bless her heart, her eyes got a little round but she didn't do anything else except continue to just stroll along.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f-uHebJu1Xc/T_1rEDsIqmI/AAAAAAAAENY/QFD6EmcqNys/s1600/PRide2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f-uHebJu1Xc/T_1rEDsIqmI/AAAAAAAAENY/QFD6EmcqNys/s320/PRide2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5763880815558175330" /></a><br /><br /><br />Look at the SUNFLOWERS! Boy they are getting tall.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Df6w1O-5hXA/T_1rDsurpuI/AAAAAAAAENM/OICRFbkPGqQ/s1600/PRide.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Df6w1O-5hXA/T_1rDsurpuI/AAAAAAAAENM/OICRFbkPGqQ/s320/PRide.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5763880809394841314" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh and PS, remember the horrible tail that has been half ripped out and matted with dreadlocks every day despite my meticulous care? After many, many washings I seem to have revived it a bit:<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lEBG_uEXSYg/T_68lJTjS3I/AAAAAAAAEOQ/uxniRSTUckA/s1600/Tailmasta.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lEBG_uEXSYg/T_68lJTjS3I/AAAAAAAAEOQ/uxniRSTUckA/s320/Tailmasta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5764251919419919218" /></a><br /><br />Nothing short of a miracle, I can tell you that!!Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15902291220984883182noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914490487247661521.post-47610541432688517212012-07-08T15:02:00.004-07:002012-07-08T16:15:10.056-07:00Shreddin'When we last left off from the sunbleaching story, I had put Gogo's old Saratoga flysheet on Pangea as an experiment in the war against the bleach. It has been a *tiny* bit cooler here, and I figured it was worth a shot - maybe it would keep the worst of the UV rays away. Pangea had other ideas about this, and it didn't take very long for her to decide that enough was enough.<br /><br />Gogo wore this sheet for YEARS without issue. Pangea wore it for two days.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nUhBfJiBGlc/T_oQp1WKXKI/AAAAAAAAEMk/7cT153DM5UU/s1600/shred.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nUhBfJiBGlc/T_oQp1WKXKI/AAAAAAAAEMk/7cT153DM5UU/s320/shred.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5762936984054684834" /></a><br /><br />Yep... pretty much destroyed! Shredded all down the back in multiple places. Check out the half-ruined flymask as well. I'm going to have to break out my needle and thread for that one... I'm not particularly handy, so maybe I'll just do it with baling twine. She's going to destroy it either way!<br /><br />Oh mares....<br /><br /><br /><br />PS Mimi is back home and doing very well! We never did find out what was wrong with her, but a heavy dose of antibiotics seems to have knocked the worst of it out and she is steadily improving every day. I thought for sure we were going to lose her... what a relief to have her home!<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kH7Nr-DQ8Xw/T_oUPFT_DHI/AAAAAAAAEM4/ryFcSfTKNmo/s1600/Mimim.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kH7Nr-DQ8Xw/T_oUPFT_DHI/AAAAAAAAEM4/ryFcSfTKNmo/s320/Mimim.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5762940922530565234" /></a>Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15902291220984883182noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914490487247661521.post-28785080536892067582012-06-30T18:03:00.009-07:002012-06-30T19:00:40.569-07:00Golden GirlPangea says, welcome to <strike>Hell</strike> Texas summer! <br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IMJyfoa7ZOg/T--i1FYkWnI/AAAAAAAAELY/eu3LSDWinpY/s1600/Hot.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IMJyfoa7ZOg/T--i1FYkWnI/AAAAAAAAELY/eu3LSDWinpY/s320/Hot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5760001481292143218" /></a><br /><br />Having always had stalled-with-turnout horses up until I turned Gogo out last year, I think I somewhat underestimated how much work it is to try and keep a pastured horse clean. Basically, it is a completely impossible and totally futile task that causes me daily agony and misery. Gogo was always so clean, so sparkly, so brilliantly shiny and colorful, and with SUCH A BEAUTIFUL THICK GLOSSY TAIL ZOMG MY EYES I'M BLIND. This was largely due to the fact that she lived inside in the shade with a fan, and wore a flysheet in the summer whenever she was out. <br /><br />As for Pangea, with that beautiful, rich, dappled coat? It has vanished with the temperature spike, replaced by a horribly dull, pale, burnt-looking sunbleached mess of washed-out color, crispy and dry as can be. Why? Because when the temperature spiked, she spent every day of her life soaked in sweat, standing out in the blazing sunlight (she chooses not to stand in the shade of her shed or her shady trees), letting the salty grime give her streaky blonde highlights in the areas that she sweats the most. The result? Patches of gold on her neck and back, along with a nice golden stripe down each front leg where the path of sweat runs. And it isn't a nice gold either... it is faded and crispy. No amount of rinsing her sweaty self managed to help prevent the issue. As for her poor tail, she spends so much of her time swatting at flies that it gets coated in sweat as well, and of course snags on everything that it comes in contact with. As a result, it is grimy, tangled, and half torn out. She is also very itchy due to all the sweat, so she grinds dirt into her coat every time she gets too hot - which also tears out more of her tail. Also ALSO, she pees in her tail. I CAN'T WIN.<br /><br />Basically, my beautifully dappled bay has turned into some sort of weird dun/buckskin hybrid with a rump still full of butt dapples and a front end that doesn't match the rear. She looks horrible... I am truly embarrassed. There's not much that I can do until her coat sheds out and she grows a new one... arghhh!<br /><br />I have a fly sheet on her for the moment, but it is just as an experiment - I am pretty sure that even the lightest one that I have will be too hot for her. It's a bit too late anyway.... sigh!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCoGFOMers0/T--qMjhW14I/AAAAAAAAEL4/IVd7ZOQhMPw/s1600/Hot5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCoGFOMers0/T--qMjhW14I/AAAAAAAAEL4/IVd7ZOQhMPw/s320/Hot5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5760009581100455810" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-URdxH_Dzo4g/T--qMd_mB-I/AAAAAAAAELs/Kdq1E7pdIew/s1600/Hot2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-URdxH_Dzo4g/T--qMd_mB-I/AAAAAAAAELs/Kdq1E7pdIew/s320/Hot2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5760009579616667618" /></a><br /><br />Yeesh, how embarrassing. If anyone has tips on keeping a sweaty horse who lives outside from sunbleaching, PLEASE do share! Same goes for keeping a decent tail on a pastured horse as well! Gogo had the same issue last year with her tail and the sunbleaching.... it was awful!<br /><br /><br />Check it out, I caught her doing a naughty when she was at the pool barn yesterday - I never net hay and elevate it as a rule (not good for TMJs to eat anywhere but off the ground) but when she is there for the day, I net it to keep it from blowing away in the nonstop gale force winds we have going. She, as you can see, was NOT amused by the slow feeder and made several attempts to tear it down (only succeeded once).<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V-si7C2g7Mc/T--r5A9yOxI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/VBzN_GoGVHI/s1600/Hot4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V-si7C2g7Mc/T--r5A9yOxI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/VBzN_GoGVHI/s320/Hot4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5760011444430191378" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--g63Cl8dXUM/T--r406w1hI/AAAAAAAAEME/I7NQZ6hkfuM/s1600/Hot3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--g63Cl8dXUM/T--r406w1hI/AAAAAAAAEME/I7NQZ6hkfuM/s320/Hot3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5760011441196291602" /></a><br /><br />Naughty girl.<br /><br />Sigh... but really, this horrible bleaching-in-sweaty-areas-only issue. Tips?? I'm not suspecting a nutritional issue at this point since it seems so perfectly connected with the sweat and heat and blazing sun, and she was so gleaming and dapply up until two weeks ago, but I'll keep it in mind as a possibility.<br /><br />The health benefits of 24/7 turnout are obviously massively greater than keeping her stalled and inside, but it is a truthful PITA, and I never realized just how messy it could be - or remembered, I guess... Quincy used to live outside, after all!<br /><br /><br />EDITED TO ADD: Please, please keep my sweet <a href="http://eventing-a-gogo.blogspot.com/2011/09/on-brighter-note.html">Mimi</a> in your thoughts... she is in kitty ICU right now with a blazing fever of unknown origin, no appetite for food or water, and strange jerky eye movements. It might be a simple infection that will clear with antibiotics, or it might be something so sinister that we could lose her. Please send good positive vibes our way... I'll just die if something happens to my precious Mimer.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15902291220984883182noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914490487247661521.post-7370551497684999402012-06-24T10:58:00.004-07:002012-06-24T11:35:34.735-07:00Up and RunningAgain, I am lax on my blogging. My blogging muse seems to be stuck in a perpetual coma I guess. I keep hoping that one of these days I will wake up and find myself inspired, but so far that hasn't been the case. Blogging just hasn't been the same for me after Gogo died. Also, I'm pretty sure that none of what I have to say is remotely interesting anymore. It doesn't make for a lot of collective motivation, unfortunately.<br /><br />Miss Herself is back to work again, and feels basically exactly the same as she did before all of the massive workup that I did on her. This is a little bit disappointing, but I guess not altogether unexpected - she's been living this way for years and years now, so nothing is going to be magically fixed overnight. Whether or not it will ever seriously improve is hard to say, but she is getting along decently enough. In addition to the dental work and the BL Pellets, I also casted her all the way around for a little temporary help while we are experiencing this neverending wet-dry-wet-dry-wet-dry cycle.(Hopefully it is all over for the summer... bring on the um, drought?)<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OK08NTb6LWw/T-dZS8aAl1I/AAAAAAAAEKs/Lf6SrAx1j20/s1600/DSC01552.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OK08NTb6LWw/T-dZS8aAl1I/AAAAAAAAEKs/Lf6SrAx1j20/s320/DSC01552.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5757668830604203858" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a_aNB8yqaoM/T-dZSvQE18I/AAAAAAAAEKg/NefPociB4C8/s1600/DSC01548.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a_aNB8yqaoM/T-dZSvQE18I/AAAAAAAAEKg/NefPociB4C8/s320/DSC01548.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5757668827072878530" /></a><br /><br />She loves the casts. The wet-dry cycles we were going through were wreaking havoc on her poor little thin soled feet, and I had to do something a little more drastic in order to break the cycle. It would pour, her feet would get soggy from the massive amounts of rain, and then would still be soft by the time the ground hardened up again (which is always within a day). She was right crippled on the sharp gravel driveway, and was starting to even be footsore in her pen. Since boots are not really designed for 24/7 usage (she needed them in her pen as well), I opted for temporary casts. In her casts, she can march up and down the gravel roads without issue, and clearly feels much better. The casts are not long-term, and will probably come off in another week or two. We'll reevaluate then to see what we have going on. <br /><br />We're slowly going to up the workload and see how the handles it in preparation for fall and winter hunting. I don't really think she'll be up for first field (although you never know), but she'll make an excellent second field horse for sure. I spent yesterday morning getting to know the members of our local hunt, roading the hounds on foot and drinking entirely too many mimosas at their annual picnic. They were all very funny and welcoming and I certainly hope to make roading with them a regular summer occurrence... and hunting with them in the winter one as well!<br /><br /><br />And if you haven't heard yet.... check out <a href="http://uncatchablenumber257.blogspot.com/">Bay Girl's blog</a> for some very exciting news!!Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15902291220984883182noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914490487247661521.post-33590044429570994562012-06-12T16:45:00.004-07:002012-06-12T17:38:31.019-07:00Enjoying the last of her vacay!Pangea is enjoying the last bit of her vacay in peace...<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oIsitvDMgbs/T9fWwJXPJgI/AAAAAAAAEJQ/HPdBrn551dI/s1600/Vacay2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oIsitvDMgbs/T9fWwJXPJgI/AAAAAAAAEJQ/HPdBrn551dI/s320/Vacay2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5753303171624543746" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E52y-qcEwSY/T9fWv-LdFEI/AAAAAAAAEJE/WnCmHrY_uoc/s1600/Vacay.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E52y-qcEwSY/T9fWv-LdFEI/AAAAAAAAEJE/WnCmHrY_uoc/s320/Vacay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5753303168622335042" /></a><br /><br />She is utterly filthy, as a few of my clients witnessed last night! We were joking around that everyone that reads this blog only ever sees her being clean and sparkly... but they have proof that she does indeed get to be a filthy dirty horse when on vacation! She is so NASTY.... can't wait to toss her back in the pool tomorrow and unearth an actual animal under the layer of caked-on Texas crust. <br /><br />Tomorrow, she swims in the AM, and then she sees the chiropractor. I'm giving the guy a second chance to see if he can actually do a little something for her or not... last time I thought we had plenty of issues to work on, and he didn't say much of anything about it (or do much of anything). This time, there are CLEARLY some big things going on, and I'm curious to see what he has to say. He completely 100% missed her teeth and TMJ issues last time, so I'm not sure what he will or will not catch this go-around. We'll see.<br /><br />And then, we go back to work! Enjoy being lazy and dirty for a final day, my mare! Then it is back to being CLEAN!<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UBQnybRfXOo/T9fg3n-v6jI/AAAAAAAAEJk/TUrXYOejGY8/s1600/IMG_0779.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UBQnybRfXOo/T9fg3n-v6jI/AAAAAAAAEJk/TUrXYOejGY8/s320/IMG_0779.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5753314295218694706" /></a>Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15902291220984883182noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914490487247661521.post-87882293803134424172012-06-06T20:46:00.008-07:002012-06-06T21:24:35.659-07:00Fixer-UpperPhew... it feels good to have things that <a href="http://the-continental-drift.blogspot.com/2012/05/dressagin-and-dentals.html">desperately needed to be addressed</a> actually get addressed, doesn't it? After waiting on the dentist's backed up new client list for over three weeks, Pangea was finally able to be seen and worked on. It was worth the wait... and worth the mucho $$$$$$$ that it cost!<br /><br />As a horse owner and professional, I would say I know a fair bit more than your average horse owner about dentistry. With a brief refresher, I could name every tooth in a horse's mouth by number and quadrant. I can recognize pathologies visually from the outside as well as the inside of a horse's mouth, I can evaluate my dentist for exactly the things that I want to have worked on, and I can tell whether or not I've been duped by someone who is floating my horse's teeth. Everything my dentist had to say about my horse's mouth and issues aligned exactly with what I expected to hear, and the way she handled her speculum and tools made me very happy. She only opened the speculum for as long as she needed to to get in and out for each particular part of the adjustment, and then she shut it and let Pangea's TMJ relax. (If your dentist makes your horse sit with a fully opened speculum in her mouth for any lengthy period of time, run away and get a new dentist!!) She also worked for part of the time while kneeling, which was great for Pangea as she didn't have to crank her head up to the ceiling and stress out her already unhappy TMJ and atlas/axis. She did, unfortunately, have to be sedated THREE times during the procedure... she kept waking up! (Just like her daddy, that one... we had to cocktail the crap out of him repeatedly during every procedure we ever had to do with him. Gogo, on the other hand, was a classic lightweight and would be swaying on her feet with less than a quarter of the drugs needed to quiet horses twice her size. Cheap date.)<br /><br />Pangea had some pretty obvious TMJ issues going on, which I suspected and discussed in my dental post a few weeks ago. Her left temporalis muscle - <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7unF8phT55Y/T7hP-SuqTZI/AAAAAAAAEBw/wJSisuTWc1g/s1600/IMG_0751.JPG">the big lumpy one</a> - corresponded to the fact that she had actually been floated sometime in the recent past... but the whackadoo that did her left her entire right molar arcade completely out of occlusion save for one single molar in the back of her mouth that was eternally too high and damaging the opposing lower molar! She was working overtime to make the rest of those teeth touch, and she couldn't. The left side of her mouth had just enough occlusion and sharp points on the edges of her molars that pieces of her cheek were slipping inbetween them and getting torn up pretty badly. (Hmm, wonder why she was having trouble with left bend.) Her incisors, unlike her over-floated molars, were at far too steep of an angle and had been completely untouched by the previous dentist. When chewing, she had no free-floating motion of her mandible (which they need for oral health), so her incisors were receiving uneven wear and actually had something of a <a href="http://straitfromthehorsesmouth.com/horse/VentralCurvature_small.png">ventral smile</a> to them. No bueno!<br /><center><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xYeuWTD8qNo/T9Ap1GFGjmI/AAAAAAAAEIE/0l0jbOstjA0/s1600/IMG_0808.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xYeuWTD8qNo/T9Ap1GFGjmI/AAAAAAAAEIE/0l0jbOstjA0/s320/IMG_0808.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5751142716293942882" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Drugged and standing quietly with a closed speculum.... no unnecessary cranking open here!</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LkouniXD6iw/T9AqHS3GsjI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/eaakjj0Lho8/s1600/IMG_0809.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LkouniXD6iw/T9AqHS3GsjI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/eaakjj0Lho8/s320/IMG_0809.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5751143028962538034" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Molar adjustments. Taking away the sharp hooks and working out two molars that were totally missed by the last guy and were standing WAY too tall compared to all her other teeth!</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c7S_MbPFhrw/T9AqctSBKaI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UCGdiVVYnHw/s1600/IMG_0810.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c7S_MbPFhrw/T9AqctSBKaI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UCGdiVVYnHw/s320/IMG_0810.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5751143396831996322" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Incisor adjustment.</span></center><br /><br /><br /><br />She is chewing SO much better now! <br /><br />Unfortunately, I have not been back on her to see how she feels under saddle. The weather has completely failed me in the fact that it suddenly out of nowhere became 100F every day with unusually blazing humidity, and Pangea is suffering for it. She is lathered in sweat every day when I go out to see her, and she is losing weight. We've also had several huge rainstorms offset by some desperately dry weather, and her feet are struggling to keep up with the changes. She is exceedingly footsore on any type of terrain that isn't her paddock (nice sandy loam), and it is to the point that it is negatively affecting her body. On top of all of that, she needs another chiro adjustment - due to the amount of dental work she needed, her entire body is back out of whack again. We're basically at a standstill until we get readjusted and help her feet out. I have a little something up my sleeve for her which I will wait to discuss until we get to try it out, but I'm hoping that with a little bit of time off and some general light maintenance and fixing-up, we can get over this little blip in the road and continue on. Everything had been pretty upwards until now, so I think it will only be a short matter of time until things are back to running smoothly again.<br /><br />This heat sucks!!Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15902291220984883182noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914490487247661521.post-74277339276083529862012-05-31T19:45:00.009-07:002012-05-31T22:24:59.110-07:00A Catch-Up PostContrary to the evidence, I am still actually alive! I've been a bit too swamped with life to be able to really sit down and write out a lengthy update, and now I am faced with the daunting task of playing catch-up with all the major highlights of the past week and a half. I used to be such a good blogger, bringing everyone along for every step of the journey... which is part of what made the Eventing-A-Gogo blog so popular. People always told me they really felt like they knew us... like they were really there for every step of the way. When I lost her, I lost that part of my motivation. I've never really been quite able to write in the same engaged kind of way. Maybe it will come back to me someday. I don't know.<br /><br /><br />Well, anyway. When we last left off, we were discussing Pangea's dental issues as well as her problems with thin soles and general overall stiffness. She'll be started on Adequan shortly (my ever-intelligent self of course asked the Canadian prepurchase vet for an Adequan script when she came down.... of course I then later realized the problems with filling an international prescription.... d'oh!), but in the meantime I've added <a href="http://www.smartpakequine.com/bl-pellets-4195p.aspx?cm_vc=Search">BL Pellets</a> to her daily ration to see if a little Devil's Claw helps her out. I've seen this product really help some creaky old farts to get around better, so we'll see if it has an effect on her.<br /><br />In terms of her feet, boots are still probably my best bet in the long run, but I am still carefully weighing my options here and there isn't one perfect solution or easy choice to make. Despite being a trimmer, I've just never been *that* into boots, even though they of course have their important places in sport and rehab. We'll come up with a solution of some sort for the long term, but as a temporary measure, I do have this to back me up:<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tw5ENb7Y_u8/T8hINUxgyzI/AAAAAAAAEDs/MAEOUf6xRxQ/s1600/IMG_0782.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tw5ENb7Y_u8/T8hINUxgyzI/AAAAAAAAEDs/MAEOUf6xRxQ/s320/IMG_0782.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5748924318090316594" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kRfWuYnpFn0/T8hINM92OoI/AAAAAAAAEDg/HVnngt3wvJ4/s1600/IMG_0791.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kRfWuYnpFn0/T8hINM92OoI/AAAAAAAAEDg/HVnngt3wvJ4/s320/IMG_0791.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5748924315994569346" /></a><br /><br />Casting material! It's a very good temporary and short-term way to help give her a little bit of sole protection without compromising on vertical flexion. I had no intention of leaving this cast on for any particular length of time, so all I did was use half of the roll of cast on one foot and half on the other. My main goal? Temporary protection on a rocky trail ride! (Which actually didn't have all that many rocks on it after all.... go figure!)<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KI6L06a_Eeg/T8hNv9rgsAI/AAAAAAAAEEw/9DqlA4jG58Y/s1600/IMG_0793.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KI6L06a_Eeg/T8hNv9rgsAI/AAAAAAAAEEw/9DqlA4jG58Y/s320/IMG_0793.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5748930410744688642" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s5ByyjWkMEE/T8hNvfj5vjI/AAAAAAAAEEk/w6D-uGPxZz8/s1600/IMG_0794.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s5ByyjWkMEE/T8hNvfj5vjI/AAAAAAAAEEk/w6D-uGPxZz8/s320/IMG_0794.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5748930402659712562" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h-ZRS23buqk/T8hNvPRqmvI/AAAAAAAAEEY/-5oMr2WGGzw/s1600/IMG_0797.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h-ZRS23buqk/T8hNvPRqmvI/AAAAAAAAEEY/-5oMr2WGGzw/s320/IMG_0797.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5748930398288255730" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L2R4hXAauAQ/T8hNuws6N2I/AAAAAAAAEEM/prq8PlTsnZc/s1600/IMG_0800.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L2R4hXAauAQ/T8hNuws6N2I/AAAAAAAAEEM/prq8PlTsnZc/s320/IMG_0800.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5748930390081025890" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-psH4eC2YSYU/T8hNuir-a1I/AAAAAAAAEEA/Kf52kPNqVuY/s1600/IMG_0802.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-psH4eC2YSYU/T8hNuir-a1I/AAAAAAAAEEA/Kf52kPNqVuY/s320/IMG_0802.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5748930386319010642" /></a><br /><br />We made a very triumphant return to Benbrook Lake last weekend. I was a bit worried about the terrain, given that last time it got a little bit <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OgTuhIBq_FU">intense</a>, but I didn't have anything to worry about. There were actually big, wide mowed paths throughout the majority of the trailways... can you say gallop tracks? Also, have you noticed that pretty much everyone we go when we are on Trailventures, we can see the city of Fort Worth? See if you can spot it in the pictures!<br /><br />The last time we were at Benbrook Lake, things were a little <a href="http://the-continental-drift.blogspot.com/2012/03/pangeatude.html">heated</a> on her end. She spent most of the ride jigging and hot, ending up completely drenched in lathery sweat despite it being cool and nice outside. During this ride, despite it being nearly 100 degrees (what was I thinking!?), she finished the ride nearly dry, without hardly a moment's worth of freshness or attitude. She actually sauntered - sauntered people! - on the buckle for the entire 2 hour ride. Deer crashing through the woods, Memorial Day partiers screaming and blasting music, roaring motorboats, hikers.... nothing bothered her. Who is this animal and what did she do with my Pangea!?<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W7sNEEM7Sic/T8hQFKAnNPI/AAAAAAAAEE8/YKzauxfa-JY/s1600/IMG_0805.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W7sNEEM7Sic/T8hQFKAnNPI/AAAAAAAAEE8/YKzauxfa-JY/s320/IMG_0805.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5748932973854930162" /></a><br /><br />Look at that, clean and dry! She is really becoming a solid citizen... no more pawing, pulling back, jigging, stressing or snarky attitude! She stands immobile when tied for as long as she is tied for, doesn't jig, doesn't give me the 'tude, and comes to be caught when she sees me with a halter. Hooray progress!<br /><br />The casts did their job perfectly, and are already back off. She actually seems more comfortable on rocks after her brief stint in casts, which is strange considering the fact that her feet are soft from all the recent rain/deathstorms, and her soles are still as thin as ever. Her heels have come WAY WAY down all on their own, so perhaps her feet are just finally starting to sort themselves out a little bit. She still has a very long way to go.<br /><br /><br />It is late, but there is more to write about.... namely a visit from the DENTIST! Stay tuned!Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15902291220984883182noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914490487247661521.post-30206655830601250682012-05-19T17:10:00.006-07:002012-05-19T21:12:03.697-07:00Dressagin', and DentalsHow can you tell if your horse needs some dental work? Well, I can give you some good pointers:<br /><br /><br />1) You refer to her as <a href="http://the-continental-drift.blogspot.com/2012/05/ol-ironmouth.html">Ol' Ironmouth</a> when doing your dressage work (i.e. she hangs on the bridle, she has difficulty maintaining bend)<br /><br />2) Giant asymmetrical temporalis muscles on her forehead, indicating that she tends to chew more up and down as opposed to properly chewing side to side:<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7unF8phT55Y/T7hP-SuqTZI/AAAAAAAAEBw/wJSisuTWc1g/s1600/IMG_0751.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7unF8phT55Y/T7hP-SuqTZI/AAAAAAAAEBw/wJSisuTWc1g/s320/IMG_0751.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5744429256309099922" /></a><br /><br /><br />3) Oh, and this:<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GxI_ZiY9eGU/T7hP-k0wV2I/AAAAAAAAEB8/T8lTNwKMYII/s1600/IMG_0709.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GxI_ZiY9eGU/T7hP-k0wV2I/AAAAAAAAEB8/T8lTNwKMYII/s320/IMG_0709.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5744429261166499682" /></a><br /><br /><br />Chalk that one up as a big DUH for me. I've peeked in there before, and I KNOW how important dental work is to the entire biomechanical machine that is the horse, but I also weighted the prepurchase vet's opinion on this ("no abnormal findings") as one of those "well, I should get that done soon" things, but not as one of paramount importance. Of course, it occurred to me that I should probably check again when going over my checklist of reasons-why-your-horse-might-be-hanging-on-you, and was relatively alarmed by what I found. Well of COURSE she's hanging on the bridle, wouldn't you too? To go along with those honking temporalis muscles and those daggers on her third incisors, her incisors don't quite line up evenly when you look at them from the front - which means we have a probable TMJ issue going on. They're actually pretty common, but they suck to correct. The dental specialist is already scheduled to come out the morning of the 29th, so hopefully we can get this straightened out, quite literally!<br /><br /><br /><br />In other extremely related news, here's some video of Pangea and I schooling dressage yesterday!<br /><br /><iframe width="540" height="396" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LkK_PhnumJ0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br />Thank you Future Hubs for being nice enough to let me drag him out to the barn to take some video for me even though it was 90 degrees outside. Thankfully, Pangea is adjusting well to the increase in temperature, and is getting fitter and fitter as time goes on. <br /><br />You can see what I mean about the hangy-ness. She's not always hanging, but she likes to break at the 3rd vertebrae and bear down on my hands, which effectively disengages her hind end and lets it trail out a mile behind her. Those are the moments when I feel that I don't have the left hind under my control anymore. I think it's a rather complicated number of small things adding up: hocks, teeth, front feet. <br /><br />First problem: Her feet are still mid-transition, and while they are a WORLD better than they were, they are still far from perfect and not only are her soles still far too thin at the toe, but the back of her foot still has beefing up to do. That, of course, negatively effects her on anything but good soft footing. You know what that means.... it's time for some boots and pads! <br /><br />Second problem: Teeth issues. We'll have a better idea of what exactly is going on when the dentist looks at her. When her teeth are uncomfortable, she bears down on the bit and hangs, which lets her hind end drag out behind her. Which leads us to...<br /><br />Third problem: Hocks/stifles. This is where everything adds up to create the big picture. If her hocks and stifles, which have some arthritic issues, are bothering her in any way, then she naturally won't want to push from behind, and will hang in the bridle in an effort to disengage herself. If she is pounding away on her front end because her hind end hurts, then it will make her front feet increasingly sore. If her front feet bother her and she weights her back end in an effort to lighten the load up front, it can make her hocks and stifles sore. <br /><br />All of these things need assessment. Her teeth will be checked by the specialist, boots and pads will be ordered, and we'll be discussing a plan for joint care with my vet. I decided to start conservatively with the joints, like I always do, and have had her on Cosequin ASU from the get-go. She of course needs Adequan additional to this, which is the next step from here on out, but I wanted to see how much the Cosequin would help her by itself (and it did, quite a bit). If all else fails and teeth/boots/chiro/bodywork/joint supplements still aren't giving her what she needs, we'll probably be looking at injections. Sure, she looks pretty ok in this dressage video, but she starts out feeling like garbage and with a total flat tire on the left hind. If you look for it, you can see it in the video too, although greatly diminished.<br /><br /><br />She is getting on in age, after all.... 16 years old, if you can believe that. (I would never call a 16 year old horse OLD, but she is aging, albeit rather gracefully!) I had to check her papers just now to see when her birthday was, and it was on May 15th... dangit I missed it! I'll have to make that one up to her!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WmgeUgMFjCk/T7hrXtvJCSI/AAAAAAAAECM/C3ToWtDf41E/s1600/Problems.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WmgeUgMFjCk/T7hrXtvJCSI/AAAAAAAAECM/C3ToWtDf41E/s320/Problems.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5744459379869550882" /></a>Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15902291220984883182noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914490487247661521.post-69533763974639205752012-05-17T20:45:00.008-07:002012-05-17T21:31:36.937-07:00Things you find on Trailventures.....Obviously I've been neglecting my blogging duties as of late. I've been a bit busy... and by a bit busy I mean completely and utterly overwhelmed by the chaotic business that is my life. Between trying to give all 7 of my little furry critters their needed individual attention, riding Pangea, playing with Bay Girl, working crazy hours at the rehab place, trying to find time to squeeze in trims for my bunches of new clients, studying every second that I am not standing upright, and trying to spend more than 5 seconds at a time at home with Future Hubs, I've not had much time for anything else. As it stands, I am behind on pretty much everything, and even opted tonight to not go and ride in lieu of the many other things I could no longer neglect. As it stands, there are a ton of other things that need attending to - the truck has a recall and a broken sideview mirror, the kitten needs her first shots, and I need to find SOME time to work out, among many, MANY other things - and I just keep having to force more things into my already jam-packed schedule, no matter how much they don't fit.<br /><br />But I do occasionally find time to take a few Trailventures, of course! I've gotta unwind SOMEHOW!<br /><br />To my pleasant surprise, shortly ago Pangea and I discovered that behind our barn lies a veritable labyrinth of old roadwork and a failed housing development, which has left the inhabitants of our barn with a nice network of forge-your-own-path trails and a few large fields for trot and canterwork. We've been out there once or twice, and it was utterly gorgeous. Now that the weather is deteriorating in anticipation of the miserable summer months to come (it's been in the 90's every day and climbing... and this is only the beginning of the end), our rides have to take place at the very end of the day as things are cooling down. It won't be long before temperatures climb into the triple digits and stay there, and the evenings don't cool down until 10 or 11 at night when it gets that hot. When that happens, we'll have no choice but to start riding in the wee morning hours before work begins at 7:30am. Seeing as this will mean leaving my house at around 4:00am at the latest, I'm not too keen for it to begin.<br /><br />Pangea might have been having a really bad hair day, but she sure looks good in my jump tack!<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m7Rfu6cFKHA/T7XL2Vy8sCI/AAAAAAAAEAA/F5RexVNLLNo/s1600/IMG_0642.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m7Rfu6cFKHA/T7XL2Vy8sCI/AAAAAAAAEAA/F5RexVNLLNo/s320/IMG_0642.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5743721034205147170" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s1XA0TQc2jc/T7XL2Mo5W1I/AAAAAAAAD_0/z4H9TKJCspo/s1600/IMG_0641.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s1XA0TQc2jc/T7XL2Mo5W1I/AAAAAAAAD_0/z4H9TKJCspo/s320/IMG_0641.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5743721031747066706" /></a><br /><br /><br />The trails were beautiful the other night....<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iBJMLPngVN4/T7XKDeRl0UI/AAAAAAAAD_o/FUWJdMPUIf4/s1600/IMG_0658.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iBJMLPngVN4/T7XKDeRl0UI/AAAAAAAAD_o/FUWJdMPUIf4/s320/IMG_0658.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5743719060796199234" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UsXJUHVPw84/T7XKDJm7dVI/AAAAAAAAD_c/GH7spNy1oeo/s1600/IMG_0657.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UsXJUHVPw84/T7XKDJm7dVI/AAAAAAAAD_c/GH7spNy1oeo/s320/IMG_0657.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5743719055248553298" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PpDnbHFCgDQ/T7XKCwG9ZQI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/u9EF8c_CRPg/s1600/IMG_0648.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PpDnbHFCgDQ/T7XKCwG9ZQI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/u9EF8c_CRPg/s320/IMG_0648.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5743719048403576066" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cwjWyDWKEaA/T7XKC6mNLeI/AAAAAAAAD_E/bXHZnckKd5c/s1600/IMG_0646.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cwjWyDWKEaA/T7XKC6mNLeI/AAAAAAAAD_E/bXHZnckKd5c/s320/IMG_0646.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5743719051218988514" /></a><br /><br />... and I was almost reminded of all our old evening rides in New England. I let myself fall back into sweet memory, and it was almost like I could pretend that I was far from Texas and back in my beloved <a href="http://eventing-a-gogo.blogspot.com/2010/09/fun-in-setting-sun.html">Baxster Road</a> in New York.<br /><br />Until, of course, we saw these:<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WXlFLQCw8PM/T7XMtBqs8II/AAAAAAAAEAk/ckWkrBzC-JE/s1600/IMG_0662.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WXlFLQCw8PM/T7XMtBqs8II/AAAAAAAAEAk/ckWkrBzC-JE/s320/IMG_0662.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5743721973694656642" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k0MJvTjlpQU/T7XMtMdMaqI/AAAAAAAAEAY/ZzEx0s2AFh0/s1600/IMG_0661.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k0MJvTjlpQU/T7XMtMdMaqI/AAAAAAAAEAY/ZzEx0s2AFh0/s320/IMG_0661.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5743721976590789282" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y30sHTRLQ5o/T7XMsj9vWXI/AAAAAAAAEAM/8ZZxWiUNdfY/s1600/IMG_0660.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y30sHTRLQ5o/T7XMsj9vWXI/AAAAAAAAEAM/8ZZxWiUNdfY/s320/IMG_0660.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5743721965721442674" /></a><br /><br />Oh Texas, lest we forget... you will surely remind us.<br /><br />When we first saw the cows, Pangea stopped and looked quizzically at them. The cows turned, saw us, and of course all started RUNNING AS FAST AS THEY COULD right at us. (Not that longhorns run fast... but they are pretty terrifying when they are coming right for you.) I thought for sure Pangea's heart was going to fall out of her chest from banging so hard. You could visibly see her entire body vibrating with every beat. Thankfully, the cows were somewhat safely contained behind a little tiny piece of barbed wire, and we were able to make a safe getaway. <br /><br /><br /><br />The things you find on Trailventures around here never fail to surprise me day after day. You think charging longhorns are surprising? Check out these other (rather graphic and disgusting) finds that I've stumbled across while out riding on other horses:<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G_NDOFxqIoo/T7XOA7biIpI/AAAAAAAAEBc/iEoOAuH9CSE/s1600/468853_526883226213_158200011_30478885_1038278092_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G_NDOFxqIoo/T7XOA7biIpI/AAAAAAAAEBc/iEoOAuH9CSE/s320/468853_526883226213_158200011_30478885_1038278092_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5743723415129432722" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5dd7mBYY_cA/T7XOAqIycxI/AAAAAAAAEBU/W0KFH2m-mXI/s1600/467652_529237483263_158200011_30486232_701474704_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5dd7mBYY_cA/T7XOAqIycxI/AAAAAAAAEBU/W0KFH2m-mXI/s320/467652_529237483263_158200011_30486232_701474704_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5743723410487407378" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6IRQwXryrJM/T7XOAfo6-mI/AAAAAAAAEBI/3Fjw7dbOfM4/s1600/538127_526314356233_158200011_30475776_1163858494_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6IRQwXryrJM/T7XOAfo6-mI/AAAAAAAAEBI/3Fjw7dbOfM4/s320/538127_526314356233_158200011_30475776_1163858494_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5743723407669394018" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y0nvb-Wbys4/T7XOALWXCRI/AAAAAAAAEA8/E5UNogY_ReE/s1600/542985_526314341263_158200011_30475775_1622225972_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y0nvb-Wbys4/T7XOALWXCRI/AAAAAAAAEA8/E5UNogY_ReE/s320/542985_526314341263_158200011_30475775_1622225972_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5743723402222831890" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gyqz-wZj7ow/T7XN_5s_PtI/AAAAAAAAEAw/ZdZYaNDC_RE/s1600/473162_529363375973_158200011_30486828_936217650_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gyqz-wZj7ow/T7XN_5s_PtI/AAAAAAAAEAw/ZdZYaNDC_RE/s320/473162_529363375973_158200011_30486828_936217650_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5743723397485903570" /></a><br /><br /><br />Gross, no? I want to know where all of these things COME from... there haven't been animals out in these pastures for months and months! The dead calf, however, does have an interesting story. There is an abandoned farm house in the adjoining property next to the rehab place, which had a cute little 3-stall barn and tack room in it. Being curious folks, we decided to scope it out and see what it looked like from the inside. That kind of went a little like this: "awww, a foaling stall! Awww, look at these two other nice stalls with runs off of them! How cute! Aww, the tack room.... EWWWW OMG EWW AHHH EWW!" Yep, there was a dead calf IN the TACK ROOM with the door shut. HOW in the heck did it get in THERE? We can only guess that it wandered in, bumped the door shut, and could never get out again, poor thing. <br /><br />The property owners decided to tear the barn down a week or two ago, and it was about that time that the dogs started bringing home pieces of cow legs to chew on. (How tasty.) We found several legs, a skull, and a pelvis, all very fresh and moist despite the fact that the coyotes had already stripped off the meat. "This must be the tack room cow!" I thought to myself, even though I vaguely thought I remembered that the tack room cow was tan, and the legs brought back were black. The tack room cow had also been dead for nearly a year, locked away in the tack room... this one looked so, well, juicy and fresh. (Urp.)<br /><br />And apparently, my instincts were right - I later found the REAL tack room cow, where they had dragged it when they had dismantled the barn. So the question is, where in the heck did the FRESH calf come from?<br /><br />The world may never know.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15902291220984883182noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914490487247661521.post-7711982547381939112012-05-07T19:37:00.007-07:002012-05-07T20:40:56.851-07:00Feets, and Quincy<span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style:italic;">(This is partially crossposted to the Bay Girl blog! Sorry for the overlap!)</span><br />Sorry for my brief absence - I've been out of state at a practicum for a few days and have been insanely busy in the meantime! I didn't even have time to say I was leaving! I made it back all in one piece thankfully, armed with ever-increasing knowledge and a desire to get under even more horses. (I'm glad you all are horse people, because upon reading that sentence for a second time, it could be taken horribly the wrong way.)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">The one thing I never even got a chance to mention before I headed frantically off for my journey was Quincy's day. May 3rd marked the 8-year anniversary of his death, and at this point it seems like such a sad, distant memory. He's been gone for so long... sometimes it feels like just yesterday, sometimes it feels like an eternity. Take a little time to go and honor his memory, if you like reading about Pangea, Gogo, and Bay Girl. I wouldn't be here without his love, and neither would any of them. </span><br /><br /><center><a href="http://eventing-a-gogo.blogspot.com/search/label/Quincy"><span style="font-style: italic; ">Tributes to Quincy</span></a></center><br /><br />I miss you, Fuzzman. Every day, and I always will.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hulL0QEMfJw/T6h8CmxXiJI/AAAAAAAAD80/09AYyoPS0_8/s1600/n158200011_30136026_5336.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hulL0QEMfJw/T6h8CmxXiJI/AAAAAAAAD80/09AYyoPS0_8/s320/n158200011_30136026_5336.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5739974109292890258" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />In other news, I can't tell you how remarkable the changes in Pangea's feet have been over the past three months. Can you believe these are the same hind feet?<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d-fvdahaSIA/T6iOVcdkDEI/AAAAAAAAD9Q/T4yRxlgIj5E/s1600/Heels2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d-fvdahaSIA/T6iOVcdkDEI/AAAAAAAAD9Q/T4yRxlgIj5E/s320/Heels2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5739994224152284226" /></a><br /><br />They still have a long way to go, but compared to where they came from? Holy moley.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rguFXMOUzKc/T6iO3yk3m2I/AAAAAAAAD9c/nmnvrScfLUo/s1600/IMG_0705.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rguFXMOUzKc/T6iO3yk3m2I/AAAAAAAAD9c/nmnvrScfLUo/s320/IMG_0705.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5739994814204058466" /></a><br /><br />Looking so much better though. SO much better.<br /><br /><br />Here's an interesting comparison of her LF, from two months ago (on the left) to today (on the right). The older picture has Keratex on it, which is why it is shiny, and the one on the right is fresh after a trim. Again, I don't normally dress outer wall like this (if you notice, I didn't do it on the hinds), but she is still fighting some low-grade fungal infection in the little cracks on the lower part of her foot. This is nearly grown out (and nearly fought off with topical treatment) so I doubt I'll do it again.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ms-osDmiIds/T6iOVP8pnjI/AAAAAAAAD9E/WYh796B6JWQ/s1600/Heels3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ms-osDmiIds/T6iOVP8pnjI/AAAAAAAAD9E/WYh796B6JWQ/s320/Heels3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5739994220793011762" /></a><br /><br />The two pictures aren't taken at quite the same angle, but you can tell that the distal descent happening in the first has been for the most part reversed and the entire hoof capsule has shortened. The flare has tightened, and if you notice, the toe crack is neatly growing out without issue. This foot is pathetically dry however - you can see it in her periople - and needs soaking. Lots of soaking.<br /><br /><br />Now here is the most interesting picture, and I'm sure there are many barefoot folks (AANHCP people and Strasser-type people) who are just going to die when they see the monster heel on this mare in the second shot.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qKnVJFGu9Ik/T6iRXkGu3qI/AAAAAAAAD94/rzdBJSv2e1c/s1600/Heels.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qKnVJFGu9Ik/T6iRXkGu3qI/AAAAAAAAD94/rzdBJSv2e1c/s320/Heels.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5739997559098629794" /></a><br /><br />Obviously, the more recent picture is the one on the right. It's a misleading angle to take a picture at, because it looks like her heel is even longer than her toe (it's not!), but it's very interesting to see what is happening here. In the first picture, three months ago, she was hobbling footsore on rocks, her heel squashed and pathetic behind that super long toe. The back of her foot had absolutely no support, and her frog and sore were being regularly pared away by her old farrier. Her entire hoof capsure was pulled forward and was full of flare and a neverending stream of subclinically laminitic rings. It was not a happy foot.<div><br /></div><div>Three months later, and that toe has backed itself up without much assistance on my part. The platform in the back of her foot has strengthened so much that I can hardly believe it, but in the process it has taken letting her have that length of heel to keep her comfortable and landing heel-first. I tried to take it a smidge lower last time I trimmed her, and she let me know immediately that this was not okay - she couldn't walk on gravel to save her life. I let her have the little bit that she was asking for this time, and was rewarded with a comfortable, happy stride over gravel following her trim. Maybe it isn't within natural parameters right now, but if I took it away from her again, she'd land toe-first and bruise those still too-thin soles. When she lands heel-first, she will build up the back of her foot, and when she no longer needs this length of heel to protect her inner structures, she'll let it go. It's a lot more complicated than that, with measurements of collateral grooves and all, but if I go into that here I am liable to confuse people. If you're interested in how I gauge where to place heel height, let me know!<br /><br />Video stills taken from today post-trim:<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G1YDwRRFEUg/T6iU3FyMKSI/AAAAAAAAD-I/mRIzf4DNu9k/s1600/HeelFirst.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G1YDwRRFEUg/T6iU3FyMKSI/AAAAAAAAD-I/mRIzf4DNu9k/s320/HeelFirst.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5740001399250102562" /></a><br /><br />That is what we're going for, right there. That is what will heal these feet. That is exactly, exactly what she needs.</div>Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15902291220984883182noreply@blogger.com10