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Stuff That Really Happens At My House!

My husband and I don't see eye to eye on everything.  Big shock isn't it? (0:

One example of this is when I talk about using horse manure as fertilizer.  He likes to point out that there are better fertilizers out there.  I like to point out that I have plenty of horse manure on hand at all times and we should use it...and share it with anyone who needs some.  He usually just rolls his eyes and tells me how horse manure is not a cure all for things...

Some days when feeling particularly brave, he will "pretend" to be me and have a fake "conversation" with my sister Mindy.  In these conversations, we are discussing all the things we do with horse manure while our husbands aren't looking.  It is usually pretty funny...  I do however wonder just what he thinks we talk about.

So on Monday, this little episode played out...

And I think I won, but you be the judge!

 I was putting out a round bale Monday...while talking on the phone with my sister.  (We were talking about the pain it is to feed in the mud...and ways to handle the mud...)  I ended up dropping Steve (my phone) in the mud/poop/water, of course it splashed ALL over me. I picked up and wiped Steve off as best I could, and continued talking....

When Chad came home from work he gave me a kiss "hello" and asked me what was new, I told him the above story but also added that I was pretty sure I got horse poop in my mouth... Nothing is funnier than watching Chad try and "wash" his mouth out with his beer while gagging out the words, "Are you serious?" 

"Of course, I was serious!!" I responded!!

We will see how sassy he is next time I talk about what we should do with the horse manure that I clean from the pasture!!

Not Much Exciting Going On Here...

Girls and boys are hairing up as well as fattening up...getting ready for winter!  (0:

A local barrel race put on a race this last week, appropriately called The Ain't Dun Yet Barrel Race.
Mindy and Wyatt came up for it, hauling Tari and The BRC's sister's gelding Roy.
Roy is a funny dude...Mindy ran him in the open.  No pictures of him, Wyatt was keeping me too busy to chase down Mindy and Roy for a photo op.

But of course I got some pictures of the Wee Human, Mindy, and Tari.  I tried to take pictures of Tari making her debut as a Novice, but the lighting made my camera mad!!

Tari is now at Mindy's for the winter...  Mindy will be riding her until spring, then we will try and decide exactly where to put her...

She will most likely end up at The BRC's barn for the summer and then start running times only and novice events in the fall...

That's the loose plan for now.

I tell you what... I love this mare!  (0:

But not as much as I love this little boy too!!

He had the crowd smiling and awing during Mindy's barrel run on Tari.

He and I were standing near the third barrel (outside of the arena obviously...)

As she was loping the pattern, he was saying, "Go Momma!"  "Go Mindy!"  "Ride fast!"

Then he said, "Do good Momma!"  "Do good, ride fast!"

It was priceless!!  We all loved it!!  (0: 

And he was so proud of her!  Me too of course!!  (0:

 

This however could be my favorite picture of the race...

Wyatt and The BRC's parents!  (0:

It just makes me smile...

Have a good one!!  (0:

Just When I'd Made Up My Mind...

I find out, I'm pretty much putty in her hoof....

So, I've been pondering stuff.  This that and the other when it comes to my horses, work, time, husband, dogs, life, and the universe.

O.K., maybe not all of that stuff.
 But some of it.
Especially the horse stuff.

None of my pondering has ANYTHING to do with the New Vets comments, I'm still considering knocking her out if I ever see her again.  (0:

But I have been pondering the horses.  I will never be without a horse or two.  But do I need 4?  5 if I can get Horse Girl to take?
Probably not.  Actually definitely not.  They are just so easy to "collect"!  (0:
I really love my girls, and don't want them to go just anywhere....

I've sold horses in the past to friends, given them to family members, sold them to strangers, but the 4 that I have now are all horses I thought I'd keep forever...and I still may.
But then they are days when I think I should sell one for the good of the others.  I'm still working 6-7 days a week, and every year I'm sure this is the LAST month of this stuff...then surprise, it's not.  One less horse to love on and care for would free up time for the others...everyone would get more of me! (Man that reads weird as I re-read this...more of me... LOL!!)
I've decided to try and look at it as not a loss, but a gain...
Sort of "Spockesk" in the sacrifice of one for the good of many.

So on Sunday, I decided the "best" horse to "sacrifice" would be Fiona.  Conformationaly Fi is pretty sound.  She has a few things that I'd like to fix, but don't they all?  She also has a decent pedigree.  I think that she may be a great option for a barrel horse breeding program.  Why breeding you ask, or maybe you don't.  Either way, I'm telling you why!!  But I think selling her as a broodmare prospect might be a good idea.  She is sound now, but did sustain a substantial injury as a yearling, that could go to pot at some point.  She has 120 +/- rides on her and is willing and enjoyable.  She can be ridden and really there is no reason not to, but I thought I'd advertise her as a ridable broodmare prospect.

I know that this is NOT the time of year for an easy sale.  But I'm not in a big hurry....
So with my add loosely written, I set out to take pictures of Fiona.  I figured I'd advertise her on Barrel Horse World, Dreamhorse, and a Facebook page for broodmares.  I just wanted to get some casual confirmation pictures.  For truly interested parties, I'd take better photos when Chad could help me.
And I knew that it was going to be easier said then done.  Because taking pictures usually is, especially when your subject thinks that you are a vending machine.
Or a massage parlor operator.

So I tried several different approaches to taking Fi's picture. 

I used grain.

I used hay.

I played like I didn't want her picture.  

I played with the dogs.

 I ran from her.

I hid from her.

And all she did was follow loyally.  Positioning herself just right for scratching.  Sniffing my feet.  Grabbing the bottom of my shirt, my jeans, and grabbing my camera strap and jerking...

Reminding me every step of the way, that she was supposed to be the last horse I ever needed to own.

(She is bred to be sort of an all around horse.) 

Reminding me that she is supposed to be the "replacement" (if there is such a thing for her...) for Quoata.

So guess who lost all their nerve?  (0:

Maybe, Just Maybe!

I'm Fuming!!

Quoata with my niece Olivia, 2007.

How to begin this rant...

Lets start with my scheduling Horse Girls ultra sound.  

What a fiasco.  The long and the short of it is that there is a new office person, and she and I were not able to communicate.  I though I had made an appointment with Dr. Peters on Friday, she thought I'd made one with him on Thursday.

Jamison, 2008.

So on Thursday I got a phone call asking if everything was OK and if I would be there soon....well actually it was a message, that I promptly returned, and ended up with an appointment on Friday with the New Vet.
At the new hospital...they have closed the Post Falls Office...which didn't impress me.  I loved the Post Falls Office.  I knew how long it took me from my front door to their front door...Have I ever mentioned that I L.O.V.E. routine and familiarity?
Well I do!!  (0:

Lucy, 2008.

So I was able to get to the new hospital easily enough and get there 10 minutes before my appointment...  This made me very happy.  I hate to be late.  I like to be a wee bit early.

 Tony, 2009.

Pulling into the new hospital, I was NOT impressed with the parking lot or the location of the office to the hospital.  You had to get out of your rig to go in and check in...  Which you may think is no big whoop, but there is a sign that says you can't go any farther without checking in.  And to do this, you have to literally stop in the middle of the lot and no one can get by you until you're checked in.  Luckily I was parked and unloaded when the OTHER two trailers came in.  I did not see if one of them had to stop in the street to wait for the other to finish checking in or not...
The parking lot was huge once you got past the bottle neck.  The outside stalls were nice and large.  The exam room was nice and very large.  An MRI machine was parked outside, and the exam room had a huge roll up garage door.  That way they could take the MRI in and our of this area.  They had huge indoor stalls.  and all kinds of new stuff all over the place.
Wahoo!

Scarlet and Missy, 2009.

I honestly cannot remember the New Vets name.  She is little blonde and well...she stinks.  Not literally, but definitely figuratively!!
As I loaded Horse Girl into the stocks, I tried to fill in the New Vet in on all we've been through... But the New Vet cut me off twice when I was trying to give her some back story, because well, I suppose she knows everything about everything...  The New Vet turned the screen to herself, asked me to hold her head and hunted for my foal.  She announced that she found an ovary.  Then said, guess I need to clean her out more, because I cannot see the other ovary.  So more scooping...more looking, NO SHOWING... Once she announces that she has found the second ovary I ask her if there is any fluid visible.  She said no. Thank God.  No fluid.  I saved my breath on why I wanted to know.

Calamity, 2008.

Then the New Vet asked me if I was going to re-breed.  And I told her that I probably would.  She said, so you want to short cycle her.  In my head I'm thinking, "REALLY??  It's the middle of September, who breeds in September???"
 I tell her I was talking about NEXT year.  She said something to the effect that she was wondering about me...  I just laughed and told her I wonder about myself some days too.
She told me to load up and head to the office so that I could take care of my bill, she'd send it over momentarily.

Breeze, 2011.

So out I went.  As we headed out, I looked at the other customers that were there.  Both had trailers and were standing by horses that were in the outdoor pens.  I guessed they were there for a pick up and waiting on the New Vet.

Remi, 2012.
Got to the office and waited.  Waited, waited, and waited some more.  I was sitting there actually thinking that I wished I'd had my cell phone with me so I had something to do while I was waiting for them to get there stuff together.  Funny how your cell phone can become such a crutch...
Anywhoo in struts the vet and she says, so what did you say your horses name was.  Horse I said, it's so bland its easy to forget.
She smiles and says oh, no I think it's clever.
O.K. then, clever.

Fiona, 2012.

One of the office staff asks if I am going to try again next year.  I said, yes, no, maybe.  I really don't know right now.  Then the vet says wow you've got a lot of horses.  I asked her what?  She says I'm looking at your files and you've got a lot of horses, so maybe not having one more isn't such a bad thing.
Well O.K. then.  I really didn't know what to say.
 What I wanted to do was jump across the desk and give her an a$$ whooping.  Who cares how many horses I have??
My retort was pretty weak...
I just said, I don't have all of them now.  Some are my sister's, a few were my old landlords, one is dead now, I've sold a few...  All I've got at my house is three.
She just stared at me and so did everyone else.
Wonder what my face looked like.
I was and am still MAD.  And sad... I wanted Horse Girl to be preggo... And to have a vet insult me, like I'm some sort of hoarder or something...

Midori and Bender, 2006.

GRRRrrrrr....

Chix, 2012.

After Horse Girls false negative on the culture that probably prevented her pregnancy at this vets office... Mindy's bad experience with them (that I haven't mentioned), the fact that the ultra sound cost me $76.00, and this New Vets stupid comment, I'm not sure if I'm gonna use these guys any more.  After 10 years -/+, I'm just not sure...

Sally, 2012.

Hopefully I won't have to think about it until spring.  When I'm less upset about everything...

Mave, 20009.

And for the record, I've had quite a few horses through that vets office.  But for the record, it's not really that  MANY horses!  (0:
I'm going to list them for fun....

Horse Girl, 2012.

Quoata- My old mare...we put her down in 2007 at the age of 23.
Midori- My little one eyed mare, out on a care lease for the last 7 years.
Kope- Now my mom's horse.
Dolly- The landlords horse that he sent to slaughter.
Mave- Dolly's baby.  Living at the landlords.
Libby- Landlords buddies mare I rode for a summer.
Jamison- Libby's baby, living at the landlords.
Scarlet- Landlords mule.
Missy- Landlords mule.
Tony- Landlords horse.
Sally- Mindy's horse.
Horse Girl- Our spotted donkey!  (0:
Daylee- Kope's full sister. Sold her to some nice people.  I still get updates, I'd buy her back if they ever got tired of her and wanted to get rid of her!
Easy- Horse Girls son.  Same sire as Fiona, one year younger.  Starting to make a pretty good heading horse.
Bender- Midori's son, sired by a grandson of Frenchman's Guy.
Creed- Midori's son, sired by Horse Girls sire.  I used to drive by him everyday, but haven't seen him since last fall...  I have considered stopping by and see if they sold him.
Hennessy- Landlord's stud colt.  Full sibling to Mave.  Sire to Horse Girl's twins that we lost...accidental breeding...careless landlord...what a load of drama...
Breeze- Mindy's good barrel horse.
Chix- Mindy's half sister to Breeze that she sold.
Lucy- Crazy mare Mindy bought, I rode for a summer.  Then we re-homed to a kid in Wyoming.
Fiona- My baby!  (0:
Calamity- Fiona and Easy's sibling by the same sire.  Sold to Las Vegas...
Jack-Jack- Chad's Hee-Haw.
Patron- My Hee-Haw.
Tari- You all know Tari!!
Speedy- Tari's colt... You all know Speedy!!
Princess- Same owner as Libby.  I tried to buy her as a three year old.  Guy wanted 10K for her. (For nor good reason...he's a doctor, well retired now...but there was no way she was worth that...)  She was also a granddaughter of Doc Tari.  Same as our Tari.  Only this Tari is a paint horse.  I can't remember all of her paint lines, but I loved that mare!

Daylee, 2006.

And that is all I can remember right now.  There could be more, but there is definitely not less!  (0:

Quoata, 2006.

For My Husband! LOL!!