I just wanted to wish all of my faithful readers and supporters a Thanksgiving full of love, family, memories and thanks. Alfie, Copper and Flame are all doing well.
Happy Thanksgiving !
Monday morning diary – welcome to my family Flame
Hi all! It’s been an exciting summer for sure. My horse family grew by one. I am the official owner of little Flame! You all remember, that cute little pony that I had the privilege of working with back in March for the clinic – well, this cute little cutlet is all mine!
Flame was adopted from a rescue by a former boarder of the barn. When she realized that she didn’t have the time to devote to Flame’s training, she asked me if I wanted him. So the process began of transferring ownership from her to me. Because he was adopted from a rescue, I had to apply to be his new owner, complete with application, personal references as well as vet and farrier checks – to make sure that I am a responsible horse owner. Of course, I passed with flying colors, but the process took several weeks before I finally got the call and the contract that made it all official.
During the adoption process, Flame had a flare up of Lyme disease. His behavior became erratic and he was more jumpy and scared then ever. A blood test was done and sure enough, his Lyme numbers were very high. Medication was started – a 30 day course of an antibiotic call Doxycycline. About 4 days into the treatment, his behavior became worse. This was his second time on the Doxy, and the dramatic exacerbation of his symptoms proved that he was having an adverse reaction to the antibiotic. This antibiotic is one of 3 main ones that is used to treat Lyme. During the month of Doxy, I officially became his owner and he completed the antibiotic and once it was complete his behavior returned to somewhat normal, but he was still jumpy and spooky – the Lyme seemed to be very much still active.
I reached out to my vet and after a 1 month antibiotic break she prescribed Minocycline, a much stronger antibiotic that is more effective for chronic Lyme – double the cost of the Doxy – but there wasn’t another option since he didn’t tolerate the Doxy well. He would be on this antibiotic for 1 month. After about 5 days on the new antibiotic, his symptoms started to greatly improve. When he hit the start of the 3rd week, his symptoms again became exacerbated – but not to the degree when he was on the Doxy, which was a relief. He finished the antibiotic and so far, 1 month later, he doesn’t appear to be exhibiting any Lyme symptoms.🤞🏻
The Lyme flare up lasted the entire summer. During this time, between his symptoms and adverse reaction to the Doxy, he became very challenging to handle. Turning out and bringing him in from his paddock he shares with Alfie became dangerous for all who tried to handle him, including me. His “go to” move when he’s scared – which is all the time when he’s having a flare up, is to bolt. I know, you look at that cute little pony and think, nah, come on, he can’t be that strong…wrong…he’s 500 pounds of muscle – and when he wants to run, you either let go of the lead rope or risk getting dragged. So I made the decision – until his symptoms got better, and until he was in a better frame of mind to trust the wonderful people who were handling him, for everyone’s safety, including his, he and Alfie would have turnout in our large SAFE indoor arena which is attached to the barn.
The indoor arena is large, complete with poles and small jumps that both horses have enjoyed playing with. The arena has great footing for Alfie and is large enough for Flame to run around in and get the zoomies out. It has also become his safe space.
During this time, there were staffing changes at the barn – something that horses that have suffered traumatic pasts don’t do well with – change. His primary handlers during the week are two amazing young adults – Kami & Brian. Both of them have ZERO horse experience. Yep, you read that correctly. ZERO. But what sets them apart from even the most experienced horse person – their desire to learn. They have spent countless hours with Flame, just getting to know him, and letting him get to know them – on his terms.
I was able to get the trainer who came to the barn for the clinic to come back to help give us some guidance on how to build trust with the little guy. Up until that point, I had been the only person who was able to safely handle him – which was very overwhelming knowing that it all fell on my shoulders. The session lasted 2 hours and not only were the barn employees participating but so were some of the other boarders. Seeing so many people who genuinely care for Flame has made me cry happy tears on more than one occasion.
Even though Flame has now been a resident of the barn for just about 1 year, i’m not counting that time at all. It has been 3 months since I became his owner and I went back to the beginning with him. The beginning of everything. I’ve reintroduced him to grooming. Reintroduced him to hand walking. Reintroduced him to the wash stall. The indoor arena is a safe space for him, where he has learned to build trust with Kami & Brian. Trust that will hopefully transfer over when it’s time to go back to the outside paddock, when he and his handlers are ready to give it a try.
The above picture – Flame is loosely tied to his stall – he can choose to move away at any point if he doesn’t want to be groomed anymore. What you see is him enjoying being groomed. Every horse has that one area that they love getting brushed. I have brushed Flame at the base of his whither area – base of his neck – many times before but he has never allowed himself to show enjoyment like this before. For this moment, he felt safe and comfortable enough to actually enjoy and relax during this very quiet time together.❤️
Shortly after this Flame started to get a little antsy, he was telling me he had enough, so I listened to him, quickly finished brushing the loose hair off of him and unclipped him. He was now totally free and able to walk around his stall. Before I left his stall, I stood against the wall just talking to him. He then freely chose to come to me and allowed me to gently pet his nose and face. I also bent down and was giving him kisses on his nose which he mimicked and gave me kisses on my face back. This moment which may seem small to some, was HUGE for him. For those 20 or so minutes spent with him, he lowered his guard, his wall of protection came down. Progress is being made.
Horses are like potato chips, you can’t have just 1. I thought my horse family was complete with 2, Alfie and Copper. Then this little pony came into my life and all I saw when I looked at him was a smaller version of Alfie. He had the same scared looks that Alfie had for many years. He had the same jumpiness and distrust and confusion. I think that’s why Flame bonded with me so soon after he came to the barn, he knew I understood him. He knew I had patience and love to help him. Horses sense those qualities in people. Flame is surrounded by people who love him and are learning to speak his language and who are listening to him.
When I bought Alfie and Copper, my promise to them was simple – I will love you always, I will provide anything and everything you need, I will listen to you and I will be your advocate. I have spoken those words many times to Flame. And I think he is starting to believe that.❤️🐴
Monday Evening Diary – my first Dressage show…
Let me start off by saying how many attempts I made at writing this entry – a bunch. So many emotions happened yesterday – and like I said from the beginning when I started this blog, I’m going to share with you the good, the bad, and the ugly. Although many who watched me ride at the show will tell you I did great and how proud they are of Copper and I – I am going to respectfully disagree. Copper was a total reflection of his rider – and I cannot and will not fault him for that. The fault lies completely with me.
Before anyone panics, nothing terrible happened at the show yesterday – other than my anxiety getting in the way of completing a 3 min Dressage test that I could do in my sleep – so poorly that on the drive home I started to think perhaps Dressage and competing isn’t for me.
The show was at a small boutique barn about an hour or so from our barn. The drive was lovely and the barn was extremely accommodating to not only the riders from my barn but for our horses. Stalls had been set up for our horses complete with bedding, water and hay – free of charge. There was no pressure to quickly tack up and get on your horse, there was ample time to warm up in a separate arena before going into the main one for the tests. Our horses settled in very quickly to their temporary accommodations.
Myself and Marin – a wonderful 10 year old who has become my little assistant in training at the barn, were going to be the only ones riding Copper at the show. It was decided that the adults would show first, followed by the juniors. I got Copper out of his stall and onto cross ties and got him tacked up quickly with the assistance of my friend Judy B. – yes, there are 2 Judy’s at my barn lol.
As my trainer led Copper into the warm up arena, I could feel a dip in my blood sugar and my legs suddenly felt like jello. But then the adrenaline kicked in and I was no longer shaky, but incredibly nervous. Like, really really nervous. Nervousness quickly turned into an anxiety attack. I could feel my chest start to tighten and my skin started to get hot from the hives. I stepped up to the mounting block, put my foot in the stirrup, counted to three and got on.
As my trainer and friend Judy literally walked with me around the arena, sheer panic started to set in. Copper was forward, but not out of control forward, but he was on alert – because I was on alert. After about 10 min of walking in each direction, it was time to trot. Copper had a lovely forward trot and he was on his game. I normally ride carrying a dressage whip but opted not to use it because he was already forward and responsive enough. Why was I so panicked you ask – I was in a small arena with 3 other riders – only 1 rider was from my barn, the other 2 were not. All my confidence that I had in the weeks leading up to this very moment fluttered away in a matter of precious minutes. Suddenly I questioned everything – including whether or not I should ride in this show.
And then it hit me. I was letting my horse down. And that’s the worst feeling in the world. Here I’m supposed to be the brave one to help give my horse confidence and I’m not able to do that. Because of that, Copper who was a little nervous on his own was now shouldering the weight of both of us.
As we were led out of the small warm up arena into the outdoor arena, Copper was unsure of himself. He normally loves outdoor arenas but this one was sketchy to him. Lots of decorative plants and things he couldn’t identify. He shy’d away from the “rail” which was going to be hard to get him close to it because we couldn’t just ride around for 30 min hoping he would get used to it, this is again where I let him down. I wasn’t brave for him. I wasn’t his leader.
As the test begins, we are supposed to trot down center line of the arena, halt in the middle and salute the judge. We did that perfectly.😊 Then we are supposed to proceed trotting down the center and hang a left…and we trotted, turned left and Copper stopped…and backed up. And backed up some more. Now I’ve done this test probably about 100 times over the span of 2 years. He’s NEVER done that. I’m also pretty sure I didn’t hit the reverse button. Copper did this totally on purpose…to get my attention and to force me to focus. Once I did, we finished the test and as the crowd cheered for us, my heart broke because I knew not only did I totally blow any chance of placing in the top 3, but I had let my beautiful partner down. And that hurt the most.
Looking at my smile, no one had any idea the hurt I was feeling on the inside, because I had allowed fear, anxiety, doubt ruin a moment I had been working so incredibly hard for. All gone in a matter of minutes.
After my ride, it was a quick tack change for Copper and it was Marin’s turn. As Marin warmed up in the arena, I saw a very relaxed Copper proudly carry his rider around. I watched in such awe as these two beautiful souls supported each other the way I wished I could’ve done for Copper.
Marin & Copper – both so incredibly confident with each other, ended up taking 2nd place. In those moments watching them complete their test, my heartache for my mistakes took a back seat and I was filled with such joy and happiness. Joy and happiness for Marin, who worked so hard as well on a not so easy horse to ride at times, but also joy for Copper who stepped up to the be the partner Marin needed. In a matter of minutes, Copper went from kicking my ass into gear to giving his total heart and soul to Marin showing us all just how special he really is.
Horses are amazing creatures that live in the present. Copper isn’t sitting in his stall focused on the show yesterday, like I am doing, and have been doing and most likely will continue to do. Nope, he has forgotten and forgiven me for not being the leader he was looking for. The next time I ride him my confidence will be back in full force because we will be in our home barn. Life will just continue for Copper as if nothing happened. But for me, the shame I feel for letting him down will haunt me. I know, you are sitting there yelling at the screen “Judy don’t be so hard on yourself.” I’ve heard that from my husband pretty much all day today lol as well as my friends who ride. I can’t help the emotions I’m feeling. I do wish though that I could be as forgiving to myself as Copper is to me.
I know my experience at the show is not unique to me, all riders experience some sort of inner meltdown, but this was a first for me. I am truly blessed that Copper is who he is. For my fellow equestrians, learn from every experience you encounter, especially the bad. Those experiences might break your heart, allow yourself to hurt, like I am doing right now, but find the strength to move forward, and ride another day.❤️🐴
Thursday evening diary – when they choose you, you step up.
This past Sunday, our barn hosted a ground work clinic with an incredible trainer named Sara Vanecek. All of the horses were able to participate, including Alfie! Each horse had a handler, and the horses worked on lunging and there was even an obstacle course set up with lots of great desensitizing obstacles. This clinic was set up because of one very special horse in our barn, Flame.
Flame, or “curly fry” as I like to refer to him, was adopted from a local rescue about 7 months ago. He wasn’t at the rescue for too long, I mean, look at how cute he is, of course he was going to get adopted quickly. He came to the barn underweight, terrible rain rot in his mane, and an incredibly broken spirit. Suffering from PTSD not only from abusive former owners but being so small he was easily bullied away from food by his field mates.
I met Flame the day he arrived at the barn. When I first looked at him I saw a mini version of Alfie. He had the same scared look in his eyes, the same movements, the same mannerisms. If you took Alfie, and shrunk him – they would be twins.
Alfie spent the entire first day nickering and calling to Flame from across the barn aisle, and Flame answered him back. 2 horses that shared an abusive past, finding comfort in knowing they weren’t alone with their trauma.
Shortly after the rain rot was taken care of, Flame got a ton of burs stuck in his mane. It took 45 min., a ton of Apricot oil & paper towels, to go from this👇🏻
To this 👇🏻
After that, it was very clear, Flame chose me as his person. It wasn’t something I planned, although I did feel a connection to him because he and Alfie shared much of the same trauma, but this was all him. I would walk by his stall and he would yell for me. He would come in from the field muddy and dirty and I would brush him. Before I knew it I found myself singing to him. The scared tense face he had all the time slowly started to soften the more I spent time with him. He knew I could help him heal.
Leading up to the clinic, I worked on basic groundwork stuff with him for almost a month. Taking him from his stall and having him stand in the grooming stall so I could brush him. Leading him into the arena, walking over poles, doing a bit of in hand trot – all while my trainer Kari observed and gave some instruction when needed. Every now and then, something would startle him or I could see by his body language he was scared, and we would pause, I would pet him and tell him he was OK, and that I had his back. By the time we reached the day before the clinic, Flame was a much more confident little pony.
Take a look at some of things we conquered at the clinic:
These obstacles, these challenges, Flame showed great confidence. Sara the clinician said that Flame is at the right place and is working with the right people. She commended me for doing so much work with him, and told me we were on the right track with him. I told her, the only thing I want for him is a future filled with love, happiness and trust. I want him to be like Alfie.
Now Alfie. Alfie Alfie Alfie. The horse that was afraid of his own shadow not that long ago, did fabulous at the clinic. He was led around by my friend Nancy, the wonderful woman who has her goats living at our barn. Nancy has horse experience, and Alfie adores her so it seemed only fitting that Nancy get to participate with Alfie.
Now, everyone be calm…of course Copper participated in the clinic as well – did you think I was going to forget about my little Copperoni horse??
Copper was handled by Shea, one of the young ladies that rides him. They were the last duo – and you know, they save the best for last. Shea and Copper were AMAZING. He did everything in the obstacle course with such ease – he was the only horse to trot over 3 tarps! In fact, nothing scared him at all! So he really has no excuses when he spooks at the most random things in the arena anymore.🤣
Leaving the barn after the clinic, I had such a feeling of total bliss. I’ve made some amazing progress with Flame. I was so proud of both of us. As I watched Alfie take on all the obstacles with such ease, I realized he was able to do all of that because of me. Because of the trust he allowed himself to have with me because I showed him love and patience and I listened to him. I sheltered and protected him when needed. I exposed him to things at his own pace and I was there when he needed that reassurance that life was going to be OK. I can now pass all that I’ve learned from Alfie to help Flame. And my Copper. Copper is so incredibly smart. Our relationship has grown tremendously. He and I don’t always see eye to eye, but we both try so hard. He gives me 100% effort with every ride, and I give him 100% effort and support right back. I will continue to say it, I am incredibly blessed.❤️🐴❤️🐴❤️🐴
Wednesday Evening Diary – let’s dance!
I would like to formally introduce you all to Cee Cee. She is a 5 year old quarter horse, the newest addition to our lesson program, and the youngest horse I’ve ever ridden.
Cee Cee has been a part of our lesson program for a couple of months now. I was one of the first adults to ride her when she first entered the program. Our first ride went very well. She was a bit out of shape, and very new to the English riding world, so after about 40 min of working exercises all at a walk, she was tired. That is not the case now lol.
In the last few weeks, she has not only embraced her new life as an English horse, but she has shown she is fearless when it comes to trotting over poles and small cross rails. Watching her body get into shape with muscle so quickly has truly been a sight to see. Youth is on her side for sure.
Now, I’ve been making huge strides with Copper, which I am very proud of. But as I’ve said before, riding other horses has so much benefit, so I asked my trainer last week if I could ride her for my Tuesday lesson. The idea seemed great at the time, after all, I had already ridden her once before, and I not only survived being on a young non-arthritic horse who has a very forward walk, but I enjoyed it.
As the week went by and Tuesday started to get closer I realized something…was I getting in over my head? I have witnessed this horses transformation – she’s not the out of shape horse she was weeks ago…she’s got muscle…and stamina…and a lot of pep in her step. I could feel the self doubt creep in, and my confidence that is so strong with Copper, was now burying itself deep in the recesses of my brain. 😳
It’s now Tuesday. And I’m nervous. People always say horses humble you, which they do. But this wasn’t me being humbled. I didn’t come into this 2nd lesson with her with grand plans of accomplishing anything magnificent other than me getting on and safely walking her around the arena. If the walking went well, perhaps we would trot a little, but it was all dependent on how the walk went.
One of the many reasons why I love dressage is because it reminds me of dancing, you are dancing with your horse. To be honest, all horseback riding is like dancing. So my dance partner last night was Cee Cee. I had in mind a nice slow waltz…she had in mind – a little tango.
As I climb the steps of the mounting block, I take several deep breaths and exhale. I get on, and we walk into the arena. We stop as my trainer Kari makes a few adjustments to the girth. We check my stirrup length, quickly check over the rest of the tack and we get the OK to walk to the rail of the arena. Kari slowly walks away from us to adjust the stirrups of the other student who was lessoning with me, while Cee Cee and I didn’t walk to the rail of the arena…we trotted.
When a person is scared, their body automatically goes into a fetal position. When you are on a horse and scared, your body starts to lean forward. Some horses when they feel your upper body move forward to hunch over stop whatever they are doing, other horses pick up speed. Cee Cee is one of those horses who picks up speed. I wasn’t at all prepared for that very forward trot. As I’m trying to get a better hold of the reins, a little “woo” comes out of my mouth. It would’ve made more sense if I had followed up my “woo” with a “woe Cee Cee” but that didn’t happen. Instead, I attempted to sit myself back – which was pretty impossible to do as I was scared, but I steered her towards Kari and we came to a stop.
The old me, the truly scared timid rider would’ve gotten off. I would’ve ended the ride in defeat. The harm in that would’ve set back my riding, not slightly but a lot. All that I had accomplished with Copper would be a distant memory for a bit. Mind you, this was a moment on Cee Cee but the seeds of fear and doubt would’ve leaked into all aspects of riding and handling horses on the ground. It took all the courage I could muster up to not only stay on the horse, but finish the lesson.
Kari walked next to us for a good portion of the lesson. She was able to see when I was getting more comfortable with Cee Cee and she slowly started to step away. We worked lots of circles, spending a lot of time going in the direction that is more challenging for her. We worked on one of my favorite exercises called the box, where we use quarter turns to basically walk a box shape. That exercise helps with bend and control and suppleness. At the end of the lesson, Kari asked if I wanted to trot, and I politely declined. I wanted to end the lesson with what I had accomplished – not just stepping out of my comfort zone, but free-falling out of it.
As I dismounted, and landed my feet to the ground, I felt my knees buckle slightly. I realized at that moment just how scared and tense I had been through that 35 min lesson. I stood there, next to Cee Cee for a good 5 min, talking with Kari about the lesson, just trying to get the strength back in my legs. As we slowly walked out of the arena to the grooming stall, I could feel the tears welling in my eyes. Tears of relief, tears of excitement, and tears of shock.
I didn’t give up. I didn’t run away. I challenged myself on purpose to keep the doors of learning open. Cee Cee is a young horse who has shown she loves to learn new things. I am an older rider who has overcome lots of fear and anxiety when it comes to riding, and I have a lot to teach her.
Last night, Cee Cee lead our dance, with me taking the lead a handful of times. The next dance we share will be a bit different. I might not get to fully lead, but eventually, we will get there, just like Copper and I have. Cheers to us Cee Cee and many more evening dances.❤️🐴💃🏻
Friday evening diary – kicking it up a notch
Happy New Year folks! Something amazing has happened. It’s been 7 years of riding in the making, but I finally punched through the glass ceiling that has been holding my confidence hostage. Copper and I – we’ve made HUGE strides the last few weeks.
Let me rewind a bit. When I purchased Copper, I vaguely remember his former owner telling me that when she had purchased him, he had shoes on all 4 feet. When I purchased him, he only had shoes on his front feet. Well, in the excitement of welcoming Copper I forgot that one little detail.
Copper has minor scoliosis and because of that, he started to slightly drag his back left foot when trotting. X-rays of his hock revealed some arthritis so hock injections were done as well as him starting a daily pain medication and twice a year joint supplement injections. After all that, he was still dragging that one foot. So it was time to try back shoes to see if that would help.
For the first few weeks after he got his back shoes, his back was sore. The shoes helped give him support in his hind end and back, and once he adjusted, his back pain stopped. What we have now is a horse who takes much less time to warm up and has an incredibly forward trot.
Knowing that Copper is feeling great is a relief. Now, back to that glass ceiling we broke through. Forward motion – it’s crucial to doing anything with horses. Copper has forward motion now. In fact, once he fully warms up, he will easily pick up a canter instead of just a trot.
We have been working on trot to canter to trot transitions, and for the first time ever, I’ve managed to do that for a full lap in the arena! This is HUGE for me as I was afraid of the canter for the majority of the time I’ve been riding.
Copper and I have really become an incredible team. I am now taking 3 lessons a week, and although each lesson isn’t perfect, it doesn’t matter. Every lesson is a learning opportunity. Below are some pictures of us cantering – I can’t wait to see where this journey goes for us.❤️🐴
Sunday evening diary – It’s been awhile – let’s catch up!
Hi everyone. My deepest apologies for being MIA for so long, but lots of changes have happened since the summer, so let’s dive right in.
First off, Alfie and Copper are fine. The changes that happened had to do with the management at our barn. In August, after a little over 2 years, the barn manager at our barn was let go so she could pursue her own business, and we were officially on the hunt for a new manager.
During that time, my role and assistance with things at the barn increased – and it has been incredibly empowering, rewarding and has added to my love of horses.
I have often been the newbie when it came to horses. Having only owned Alfie 6 1/2 years, that is a short time compared to many who’ve been involved with horses for 25 or more years. In the time I’ve been a horse owner, Alfie has experienced – colic, stepping on a roofing nail, various front leg tendon issues, severe digestive issues (thankfully not an issue anymore), severe arthritis, a fallen coffin bone in his hoof – fixed now but developed navicular, cataracts in both eyes – not to mention anxiety. Throw in Copper’s issues – hock injections, back shoes to support his back, scoliosis and various allergies, you can call me well versed in many medical conditions. I have spent 1000s of hours with my horses, I know them both better than anyone, and now, with new management at our barn, it was time for me to step up and share my experiences.
Our new manager is a wonderful woman, with a fabulous family. She has 4 horses, 2 that were adopted from a local rescue, 1 that was adopted from a thoroughbred rescue and the 4th horse, a beautiful mare that has entered our lesson program.
The 2 horses that were adopted from the rescue, Shiloh and Flame, are wonderful animals that have very different backgrounds. Shiloh is almost 4, and he was born at the rescue. Flame, a 13 hand pony, came from a neglect/abuse situation – very similar to Alfie. Shiloh, being a youngster, is just starting his training. And guess who has the privilege of working with him – ME! I was asked to help with ground work and manners – and working on understanding what a mounting block is. Being able to be given this opportunity was huge. I wasn’t looked at as the newbie anymore.
Flame, or “Curly Fry” as I like to call him is about 7 years old. He came to the rescue very thin, and very scared of humans. When I look at him, all I see is a smaller version of Alfie. I could see the shaking, and the terror in his eyes. My heart broke for him but I knew I could help him. I was there when both he and Shiloh arrived from the rescue. Flame had terrible rain rot on his mane, and was just so weak from malnutrition. I instinctively approached him like I did Alfie. Slow and stead movements, calm and soothing voice, led to him trusting me early on. Because of my experience with Alfie, I have been able to share ways to approach situations with Flame, and it’s been such a heartwarming experience to see him slowly start to trust humans – and I’ve played a part in that.
Flame is thriving under our care. “Our care.” It is “our” care, because my role has become a part of the care of all of the horses boarded at the barn. At times while we were searching for additional people to join our team, I had to do AM feedings and PM feedings alone, which is hard, but it is such a privilege to care for these animals.
A few weeks ago, one of our lesson horses was experiencing what appeared to be a colic episode. From the minute the text came through, I quickly got dressed and drove to the barn, while I gave instructions to our barn manager to keep him walking until I could get there to help asses him. 28 min later, I was at the barn, ear to his belly to see if I could hear any “gut sounds.” When I heard very little sounds, we told my trainer to call the vet. The vet was on the way, and I was instructed to give some medication to the horse to help ease his pain. By the time the vet got to the barn, our Ziggy had pooped and appeared to be feeling better. The vet listened to his belly and could hear normal gut sounds which was a relief. She treated him with a mineral oil flush and in a few hours he was back to normal. The emotions of that day, colic can go from being mild to deadly in a matter of minutes, knowing I jumped into action and helped this horse with my experience – I was proud of what I was able to bring to help Ziggy.
Now for the Alfie and Copper updates. Alfie is doing well. He’s had some lameness issues again, due to a bad abscess and foot bruise and a badly arthritic knee. Despite those challenges, he still trots up the driveway to get to his field in the morning, he hasn’t let any of his issues slow him down at all.
Copper – my little pepperoni horse, is doing fabulous. He has recently had back shoes put on to help support his hind end and his scoliosis in his back. Since the addition of the shoes, he is taking much less time to warm up and has the most beautiful forward trot. He is also learning how to jump cross rails – the brave lesson kids are working with him on that – his mama is way to chicken lol – and he’s doing great.
2022 has been a whirlwind of a year. Lots of ups and downs. Lots of challenges. Lots of eye opening experiences. A few failures, and a lot of success. I know I say this all the time, but I’m going to keep on saying it – I am BLESSED. I am blessed with a wonderful family, which includes my barn family. I am BLESSED with the 2 most perfect horses in the world for me. I am BLESSED.
Wishing all of my fans and followers, a wonderful holiday season and a very Happy and Healthy New Year!❤️🐴❤️🐴
Wednesday Afternoon Diary – a little navicular isn’t gonna stand in our way.
Oh Alfie, getting older really isn’t easy. A couple months ago, Alfie developed a severe lameness that came out of nowhere. After an extensive vet visit and a bunch of X-rays later, Alfie was diagnosed with navicular.
Navicular is a degenerative condition that can cause lameness in the front legs. It’s very common in quarter horses, which is what Alfie is. Many years ago, having a horse with navicular was a death sentence as there weren’t many treatment options. Thankfully, that’s not the case now. With some corrective shoes and a new pain medication, Alfie is completely sound and feeling good.
In fact, he’s moving so well that we recently started taking lessons again – not riding lessons, but in hand lessons. Our in hand lessons consist of an obstacle course set up in our arena where he walks over poles and we can do some light jogging in straight lines. We’ve had 3 lessons so far, and Alfie’s muscle definition is coming back.
Retirement life for Alfie wasn’t something he adjusted well to. Since he’s been retired, he’s had to deal with his arthritis progressing as well as various hoof issues, and now navicular. But through all of this, he never lost his desire to work. Now that he’s feeling good, and 🤞🏻he stays this way, we can enjoy our weekly lessons, just like old times.
Below are pictures from our lesson, doesn’t he look good for being a horse in his mid 30s?❤️🐴
Monday Afternoon Diary – We are champions…
What an eventful day yesterday was. Just take a look…
Our first away horse show was a HUGE success, not only for me but for another young lady named Mila who also rode Copper and she won champion in her division.
The last several months have been medically challenging for Copper. He was diagnosed and treated for chronic Lyme’s disease – he is due for more blood work next month to see what his Lyme number is 🤞🏻 it has come down. He also just had his hocks injected for arthritis – they inject a combination of a steroid and joint lubricant to make his hocks feel and move a bit better. With the treatment for the Lyme’s and the hock injections, Copper basically had his 100,000 mile tune up and he’s feeling pretty good.
The horse show. Picture this everyone, May 22, 2022 – the normal temperature for the end of May in NY should be around the mid 70s, maybe low 80s. Well, yesterday the weather was 94 with high humidity and blazing sun. It was hot. Not warm, just plain hot. I’m not sure how much water I drank yesterday but at one point during my class, the judge announced that the rider on the pretty red and white horse needed water NOW. So everyone paused so I could have some water which I not only drank but poured down the front and back of my shirt. At this point, I truly didn’t care how much of a hot mess I looked like, I wasn’t about to pass out at my first show with my boy, who was absolutely perfect.
Copper has a pretty extensive show history, so I wasn’t worried about him spooking or not understanding what to do at a show. But this was my first time riding him off property and at a show, so my anxiety was up. Once I got into the saddle, and felt how calm and cool Copper was, my anxiety was gone.
The classes we competed in was a walk, trot and poles class. We were judged at equitation, pleasure and how well we managed to trot over poles. Prior to the start of my classes I asked my trainer which class was first, equitation or pleasure. She told me but honestly with the heat I totally forgot what she said, so my reign length didn’t change much between classes. For equitation, your reigns are a bit shorter, you are being judged at how your seat and body position looks. For pleasure, the reigns are let out a bit and the horse is judged on their form, and how “pleasurable” they are to ride. I scored 3rd place in both the equitation and pleasure class. I won 1st place for the poles.
The poles. My nemesis. Originally, the class was going to have each rider trot an opening circle, trot over the small course of poles and then finish with a closing circle. Well, because of the heat, they nixed the opening and closing circles. I’m not gonna lie, I was happy about that. Copper and I have been working for months on trotting circles. We can walk a circle beautifully, but trotting them is an entirely different story. By the last few lessons we really came together and I figured we had a fighting chance of actually being able to do it. Well I can tell you, I did do a trotting circle. During the class when all the horses were trotting, I was getting close to the horse in front of me so I turned Copper towards the inside to trot a circle so we could get some distance between us and the rider in front, and that trot circle was PERFECT.
Copper was very forward while we went over the poles and my half seat was very good considering my body felt like a puddle of goo. My diagonals were spot on during the entire competition, I wasn’t going to lose points because of being on the wrong diagonal.
So I won 2 third place and 1 first place ribbon. Tears of joy literally flowed from my eyes.
Now…the champion ribbon. I had literally no idea I won it. I had left the arena to un-tack Copper and was watching him finally drink some water when one of the other students from our barn came to me and said “Judy, I think you won champion”. I look at her and said nah, no way. She says “there was only one Judy in the class.” So I hand her Copper to hold and I head back towards the arena. Coming at me is Maddie, another rider from my barn, and in her hand is a champion ribbon. Then she tells me she got champion as well, we were tied.
Then there were more tears. And then I called my mom. My mom, who’s my best friend and whose health has been a bit rocky lately, she answers the phone with “how did you do” and I reply, “we got champion mommy.” Yes, I’m 46 years old, and still call her mommy. I texted my husband who just started a new job and he couldn’t come to the show, and his reply was “AMAZING HONEY, SO PROUD OF YOU.”
I mentioned that Copper not only took me to champion status but he did it for Mila as well. Mila competed in her division first and honestly that’s where my tears started flowing first. I was so happy for her and so proud of the team they have become. A proud horse owner moment.
So there you have it folks. Champion. Does this mean every single ride we take is going to be perfect, nope. Will I have a bit more confidence with riding now that we conquered an away show – ABSOLUTELY!!
The day after a show is hard. Your body is tired and sore but you are still riding that high from accomplishing something you never thought you could. There were a total of 9 riders in my class. The class was for people with more than 2 years of riding experience – no age limit. Yes, I was the oldest rider in the class, I could’ve been all those kids’ mother lol. Everyone who rode yesterday were winners. It takes courage to go out there and ride with 8 other horses in an arena that is large but not that large. It takes talent to maneuver yourself among the other horses. I am proud of everyone that competed and it was an honor to share the arena with my fellow barn students.❤️🐴
Saturday evening diary – courage comes in small by mighty steps
Happy Saturday everyone! We had an amazing day today at the barn. It was our spring cleaning day, and with the help of the boarders, students and parents, our barn got a deep cleaning it desperately needed.
The cleanup started around 10 and didn’t end until 2, so during the cleanup process things were moved all over the barn. Our entire grain room took up residence in our barn aisle so everything could be cleaned and reorganized. During this time, lessons were happening and all the horses took things in stride, except…Copper. It’s been just under 10 months since Copper joined my family and the two of us are more alike than I first realized. Neither one of us do well with change, even when that change is temporary. As I walked out the barn to head to the field to get Copper, I felt my anxiety rise and I started to sing to get my anxiety down a bit before I got to Copper’s field.
I was feeling more calm by the time I get to the field, and I try my best to reassure my boy that all is OK, even though the barn is in a bit of disarray. As we walk towards the barn, he snorts at the shelves that are outside drying, he snorts at the wash stall that is being scrubbed cleaned, he quickly darts passed the large garbage can that normally isn’t in the aisle, and when he sees all the stuff from the grain room piled around his eyes get super big and he rushes into his stall. I point him towards his hay and tell him it’s ok. Before my lesson I helped put things back into the grain room which immediately made my anxiety go down.
I groom Copper, singing softly which keeps me calm and focused and makes him super relaxed. I’ve suffered from anxiety most of my life, I just didn’t know what it was that I was feeling until I was in my 30s. I mean, honestly, why should I have anxiety because our barn is getting cleaned? Stupid right? I tend to not question the why anymore, but I focus on getting through my anxiety as best I can. I’ve learned over the years that when I’m anxious, my horse is going to be anxious. I’ve worked so hard to try and bury my anxiety only to have made it worse – that didn’t help my riding when it came to Alfie. So I’m trying to approach things differently with Copper. If I just let the anxiety happen and not try to bury it, and work through it, he will feel the difference in the energy I’m putting out there and our ride and our trust of each other will be better. Well guess what folks, it’s working.
Our lesson starts and he’s pretty relaxed, but still slightly on edge from all the activity happening around the barn. But I kept my focus on our ride and lesson and did my best to be the confident, non anxiety controlled rider he deserves. We worked on the exercises we will be doing at our first off property horse show we are going to in May. I managed to complete our poles course, all at a trot, complete with 2 circles at a trot. We worked on our pleasure and equitation exercises, had some fun with our sit trot and when our lounge was getting vacuumed and he tensed up, I gave him a reassuring squeeze that all was fine, no one was going to vacuum him lol.
As our lesson finished, and I was cooling him out, I gave him a lot of reassuring pats and I even patted myself on the shoulder.
My first off property horse show with Alfie happened after several years of being partners. My first off property horse show with Copper will happen in month 11 of us being a team, less than 1 year together. I realize just how much courage I have these days. I was anxious today, yet I didn’t fight the anxiety, I just put it to the side so I could be there for Copper, who still needs some reassurance at times. I was extremely anxious a few weeks ago when our barn welcomed a new pony and Copper was super excited to get to know her, and he ignored all my instructions when he wouldn’t stop his forward prancing walk because he was trying to impress her. But I managed to stay in control and eventually won by getting him focused back on me and not on her lol.
Anxiety. It’s real, it stinks, it comes at the most random of times, over the most random of things. It’s a part of me, but I refuse to let it control me. If it insists on being a part of me, than I am going to continue to learn to co-exist with it. My hope, actually it’s more than hope, my GOAL is to be able to shove it so far to the side that it falls away for good. Copper is helping me achieve that, each and every time I put my foot in that stirrup and sit in that saddle.❤️🐴
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