I Hate City Folk and New Year's Eve

Fair warning. This post contains lots of rage, venom and other similar adjectives. That being said, I'll now elaborate on my new-found hatred of City Folk and New Year's Eve. Earlier tonight, we noticed lots of cars showing up at my next door neighbor's house. Looked like they were having a party. Random neighbors had been firing off fireworks around the neighborhood, so we would occasionally go our and check on the horses. To their credit, the horses were very relaxed about the fireworks.

Fast forward about an hour or so, and all of the sudden, we heard a crash. I jumped up, and ran outside to investigate, and discovered the horses running hell for leather around the pasture, and some kids jumping over the back fence toward the creek. I yelled at the kids to get the hell off of my property, and went over to check everybody. There didn't seem to be any injuries and nobody came up lame, so I proceeded to walk the fence line. I'm glad I did, because I discovered that the gate between the front yard and the pasture was open, and had a horse-shaped dent in it. Zhi and I managed to get it to close, and used some of the spare chain we had to tie it closed for the night. Tomorrow, I'll go see how bad the damage is, and whether or not I need to replace the gate. At this point, the assholes who'd whipped my horses into a frenzy attempted to sneak back towards the pasture. Since they were all wasted, they were about as stealthy as a brick lobbed through a glass window. This time, I watched the horses while Zhi ran over and yelled at them again.

That seemed to work, because they all made their way back over to the neighbor's house, but at this point, there was no way in hell I was going to go back inside. I spent about an hour trying to get the horses calm, and kept watch for more drunk stupid people. While I was debating on calling the police, almost on cue, 6 Williamson County Deputies showed up and began dispersing the party. I don't think I've ever been so glad to see a police car. Zhi and I took turns keeping an eye on things while the crowd dispersed and the vast majority of them seem to have gone home now. I'm freaking exhausted at this point, but I don't know if I can sleep. Thanks a lot, City Slicker Assholes.

Panic!

Oi vey... what a night. So, I get home after a full day building stuff at SCARE for a CURE to find that half of my pasture fence has been taken out by a flash flood, and I can't see any of our critters. as I'm sure you can imagine, my heart plunged into the stomach, and I hauled ass into the pasture. Much to my relief, Zigs, Marie, Tesla and Kanemura were all standing by the dog pen. The goats had made their way through the part of the down fence at the back of the pasture, so I put Zigs in his stall, got some grain and called the goats and donkeys into the goat pen.

I then called The Baron and my Dad, and immediately set to work repairing the fence. It was about 1800 at this point, so daylight was fading fast. The Baron and Dad showed up shortly after I started working, and we made pretty quick work of the fence. I'm keeping the critters in tonight so that I can wake up in the morning and give the fence a once over before turning them loose, since it was about 21:00 when I came in from fixing the fence. Now, I'm just trying to get my blood pressure to return to normal!!

Happy Trails

You may have noticed that there hasn't been much activity on this thing lately. THat's largely due to the fact that for the past two weeks my pasture has been a giant mud pit. Not that I'm complaining, mind, I actually have grass now, but I really couldn't do much riding. Yesterday and today, I gott desperate, and tacked Ziggy up and went for a hack around the neighborhood. Since he's been off for quite some time, I just walked him on a long rein, and let him stretch out. We seem to have lost our clearance with the neighborhood dogs, as it was pretty much impossible to ride past somebody's yard without a welcoming committee. To his credit, Zigs largely ignored them and sauntered on. The only real problem I had with him was keeping him from counter-flexing to the outside to get a look at the wide new world, which was pretty easily fixed by taking up contact and asking him to look to the inside. I'll be riding him again tomorrow around the neighborhood. Hopefully, if it stays dry over the next week, I'll be able to ride in my pasture, and as a result, have a more interesting blog post to write. :)

Interpretive Dressage

It was quite the horsy weekend!  I know I haven't been posting much as of late, but I've had a pretty good reason.  Zigs has been off for several weeks.  I of course took him to Elgin and had a lameness eval done.  Thankfully, the vet didn't discover anything more serious than a twisted right front shoe.  Ed came out, and after another week or so off, I pressed my Alfalfa addict back into service.  As is to be expected, the ride was a bit rough, but I stayed in the saddle, and Ziggy didn't go lame again.  I was just glad to have my horse back.  Saturday, I spent the day out atSCARE for a CURE, moving all of our stuff to our as-yet unannounced new site.  But, anybody who knows anything can probably figure out where it is.  I'm dying for them to officially announce the site, so that I can start talking about it.  Anyhow, this is a blog about ponies, so I will try to keep the Haunted House chatter to a minimum.

However, I love doing Haunted Houses almost as much as I love riding horses, so I make absolutely no guarantees. Especially the closer it gets to October. Anyway, my intention was to ride when I got back home Saturday, but after moving flats all day, I bravely sat on my couch, and passed out. At some point Saturday night, Fuzzy Pony called and asked Zhi and I if we wanted to tag along with her and Saga's mom to visit Tango and Cash. Since I even brought it up, you may safely make the assumption we said yes.

While Zhi and I were getting ready Sunday morning, Saga's mom called and mentioned that there was actually a horse at the barn Tango is staying at whose owner was looking to free lease to somebody while she goes to California. Since the horse sounded like it might be a good fit for Zhi, we went ahead and got together our riding stuff, and met Fuzzy Pony and Saga's mom at Saga's mom's house. Now, you might be thinking, "I've never even heard you mention this Tango horse before. Who is he, and why were you so excited about going to see him?" Well, wonder no longer! A couple of weeks back, Zhi found a Dutch Warmblood in the San Antonio Craigslist for sale for $2500. We went out to see him, and the poor guy was seriously overweight, his feet hadn't been seen in 6 months, and to top it off, he was all alone in the pasture, and had become a little neurotic. To make a long story short, and not steal Zhi's thunder, Zhi was able to help orchestrate his rescue, and he is now being rehabilitated with the intention of becoming The Oracle's new riding horse. There is, of course, a lot more to that story, but it's Zhi's to tell, and I'm not about to steal her Thunder. ;)

I'm happy to report that when we got to the barn where Tango is currently staying, I almost didn't even recognize him! His feet have been seen, and he's trimmed down a good bit. His overall affect was much calmer and he seemed like an entirely different horse! After taking a quick look at him in his stall, we left him to munch on his hay while we checked out the horse that we might be free-leasing for Zhi. His name is Sahani, and he's a very cute Medicine Hat Paint, that looks a lot like Cash. After we watched the barn's trainer ride him, I hopped on, and I must admit, I rather liked him. I had to use a whip to wake him up a bit, but that's largely due to him being used to packing around little kids who can't kick as hard as I can. Once I'd determined that he wasn't going to do anything stupid, (and by that I mean, "I realized that I should actually let my wife ride the horse that we'd be getting for her"), I let Zhi hop up on him. From where I was standing, they looked good together, and it certainly looked like Zhi was enjoying herself. I'm hoping we're able to make the deal and bring this guy home for a couple of months, as it'd be really nice to be able to go riding with my sweetie.

Once we were done with Sahani, The Oracle's daughter pulled Tango out into the round pen so we could see him go. And boy, did he go. It was really nice to see him in so much better shape. I hope I get a horse that moves like him when I grow up. ;)

After taking a few good pictures of Tango, we loaded up in the car once again and headed out to Paige to see Cash. This was the first time I'd ever been to Paint Creek Farms, and wow, what a place! Forget retiring my horse there, I want to retire there. The place is every horse owner's wet dream. Gorgeous, rolling pastures full of lush coastal grass, a large clean barn with stalls that have partially covered runs, Saga's mom warned us on the way that since he's been at this place, Cash had gotten more aloof, and I can't say I blame him. Now that he's living in Pony paradise, what good are us humans? Oh, right, we bring carrots. We pulled Cash in from the pasture, and gave him a bath. In the process, Zhi and I took some mane and tail hairs for a sooper seekrit project whose results will be shown at an undetermined date in the future.

While he was drying out, Saga's mom was nice enough to let Zhi and I up on Cash bareback. One at a time, thank-you-very-much. There will be no FHotD-worthy shenanigans on my watch. (or on any of ours, I think it's safe to say.) Once Zhi and I had had our turns, Saga's mom hopped up on him, and reminded him and us that he was at one point a show horse. He looked really good, too. Hopefully, one day I'll be able to get Shoulder ins, leg yields and half-passes bareback and in a halter. After more carrots and scritches, we put him back in his pasture and headed home for the night.

Which brings us to yesterday. After riding Saga, Saga's mom was nice enough to come over and work with Zigs and I. Although I typically like to work on jumping when she comes over, Zigs is a bit out of shape after his time off, so we did flatwork instead. Which was good, because she was actually able to help me out with several problems I've been having. We started off by walking, trotting and cantering on a loose rein in both directions, which is how I'll do my warmups from now on. After letting him go on a loose rein and stretch what he needed to, I found it a lot easier to collect him up and put him on the bit. Once we'd warmed up, we started working on circles. Saga's mom identified several problems I have that I need to work on.

On the right:
1. My right leg tends to drift backward.
2. On the top half of the circle, I tend to lose the rhythm.

On the Left:
1. If I let him go straight, I lose the rhythm. I need to keep him bent the entire circle.
2. I tend to over-bend.

In general:
1. I need to keep my outside rein steady. One of the problems I've been having that Saga's mom helped me fix is that Zigs would evade by cocking his head to the side. The reason it's happening is because I have too much inside rein and I let my outside rein cross over his neck.
2. I still have a habit of pushing with my seat when I'm trying to get him to walk out more. I need to rely more on my inside leg to get the job done,

That being said, I have actually improved my downward transitions. When I was coming down from trot to walk, Saga's mom told me to sit a halt transition. I did, and wouldn't you know it, I got a walk when I asked for one. I've got lots to work on, and now that Zigs is sound again, you can bet I'll be working on it! Hopefully, I'll be able to find a new job soon so that I can get back into consistent lessons!

Roundness

It's been a bad day, and I'm not much in the mood for clever grammar, witty quips, or italics, so this is going to be short, and to the point. I rode Ziggy today, and in my warmup, something just didn't seem right. So, I called Zhizhu to come out and watch Ziggy for a while. Long story short, he was off. Of course, I immediately dismounted, untacked and cold hosed all 4 legs. It looks like it's something in his back end. He does have two little cuts just below his fetlock on each leg that are swollen, which might be the problem, but I'll be setting up an appointment with the vet.

Magic Trainer Dust plzkthxbai!

If you are reading this, that means that you are reading the second post of the day. Let it never be said that I am not a man of my word! But why two posts, where one would suffice? Especially when I have chronicled the events of three days in one post several times before? Well, yesterday was a really good day as far as riding, and horsy activities go. Today was different story. Not that today was necessarily bad, rather, it was what I refer to as sub-optimal In the spirit of maintaining a positive outlook, the good news is that I A) Kept Zigs between me and the ground, B) Zigs didn't seem off at all, and C) There is more progress on the job front. More on that as it develops.

For tonight's ride, it was my intention to continue to build upon yesterday's progress, which didn't go the way I planned. For one, I was very tense, which was making it nigh impossible for Zigs to relax, so it was quite the vicious circle. I found Zigs to be very heavy on the forehand tonight, and he kept drifting WAY to the outside on my circles. On top of that, I was transfixed on his head, because I'm telling you, if I do not look at it, it will disappear. It happened to my sister, once! Really! Well, ok, it wasn't actually her it was more like a friend of hers, and by friend I mean acquaintance, and by acquaintance I mean some guy she met at school, and, well, Ok, fine, that's not true.

So, to go down the list of problems and analyze them, I'll start with Zigs being heavy on the forehand. After talking to Saga's mom about it, and reviewing it in my head, I realize that I was not sitting up straight, which made it nigh on impossible for me to sit on Ziggy's butt and get him to step under himself and come through. I quite handily compounded this problem, by wondering why Zigs wasn't doing what I was wanting, when I should have been thinking about myself, because after all, Zigs' behaviour is a mirror of my own. So I don't forget, I'm pasting the advice Saga's mom gave me below:

"When you feel like things are going all to hell, stop thinking about your horse.

Think instead about where you are going.

10 m circle here, trot transition here, walk here, another 10 m circle, halt, change direction, figure 8, serpentine, ANYTHING to get you thinking aout something other than the horse. You'll start to relax and so will your horse, and before you know it, he'll be going beautifully"

As far as drifting to the outside goes, that one's easy. I didn't have my outside leg on him, and my outside rein didn't have enough contact. Really what tonight boils down to is that I was so nervous about the prospect of him being "off" (he was fine by the way, he actually flat out galloped over to his stall when I fed him after), that I pretty much just didn't ride. Of course, the usual work stress and being tired from this weekend were probably also contributing factors. I'll be trying again tomorrow, and hopefully, I'll actually be able to add pictures. That is, assuming that my computer finishes importing them . There's over 1000 pictures on the card in the camera. Unsurprisingly, it's taking a while to download them all. I should probably do a more in depth analysis of tonight's ride, but I'm literally falling asleep at my keybarod, and since I don't want to arrive to work tomorrow with a case of QWERTYitis, I'm going to go ahead and go to bed.

Ponies 4 eva!

Today, good readers, you will receive not one, but two posts! Yes, I am in a very generous mood today. Well, that and I utterly failed to post yesterday's events immediately after they occurred. Therefore, today you will profit from my laziness! Or my generosity. Either way, you get two posts, and who could complain about that.

Oh yeah, the people who hate me or this blog. Although, if either of the previous statements appropriately describe your feelings, my question to you is, why are you still reading this?! That being said, I'll leave you to ponder your existential crisis, and return my attention to the people who actually like reading this. Or they tolerate it. Or they do it just because they're bored. Either way, they don't throw things at me and hurt my feelings, which I appreciate."That's all well and good," you say, "but GET ON WITH IT!"

Your wish is my command. Yesterday morning, Saga's mom came out to help me out with Zigs. The original intentions were for her to hop up on Zigs and see if she could figure out why he's been blowing off my half-halts at the trot, and to work on jumping. As I expected, he behaved just fine for her, and very obediently half-halted when asked. I was very happy to see that because it let me know, yes, he does know how, and will do it when asked appropriately. After trying both reins, Saga's mom commented that Zigs felt a bit un-even to her. And asked me to get back on him to see if I felt it. I think she said a few more things as well, but as soon as I heard uneven, I sort of tuned out, and immediately started paying very close attention to how Zigs was going. I couldn't really feel anything out of place, but just to be on the safe side, we decided to just work on walk/trot, and trot/walk transitions and leave jumping for another day. One of the first things that was made apparent was that I wasn't waiting until I had a good walk to cue for trot. Hence, crappy walk led to crappy trot. So, we worked for while on when to judge a good walk when I had it. I discovered that I've actually been going past "forward" and into "rushing", because when Zigs is through and round, the pace of the walk is slower, but he feels light in my hands.

The other thing that was made apparent is that I have a nasty tendency to let Ziggy "dribble" on both up and down transitions. On my up transitions, I'm not giving a clear enough cue, and on my down transitions, I'm not riding him "up" into the transitions. I'll be honest in that when Saga's mom first told me that, I totally didn't get it. The whole idea of a down transition is to go slower and-- actually, strike previous. A downward transition isn't necessarily a change of speed, although it often is. It's always a change of rhythm. I think that internally, I realized that when I was riding yesterday, but it just became obvious to my conscious mind. Anyways, now that I've noted that epiphany before it escaped me, allow me to go back to my original train of thought. (Coherent narrative, just another service I provide!). After thinking about what it meant to ride "up" into the downward transition, I realized that it meant I needed impulsion from behind so that when he settled into the walking, he was already stepping under himself from the trot that he'd have a much firmer stance in order to keep driving his hind end up to his front.

Now, as far as the trot goes, the lion's share of the trot is coming up to it from a good walk, and within the first 3 strides, riding the rhythm that I want. One of the things that I'm still bad about is forgetting to ride as soon as I get the transition. For some reason, the whole of my thought process is, "Yay! I got a trot!" and shortly after that gripping insight, my brain vaults out of my left ear, and happily sponges its way off to its vacation home in Tahiti. It never lets me come along, either.

Jerk.

I showed him, though. After a few decent transitions leading to some sub-optimal trots, I finally locked the wayward grey matter into my skull and actually began riding the trot I wanted after I got the transition. Once that was sorted, I had a lot of good moments. Zhi was kind enough to take pictures, and had I actually charged my camera battery last night, I'd include them here. But, alas, they are importing into iPhoto as we speak. In short, I felt like the ride went fantastically well, and I learned a lot. I didn't even care that I didn't jump.

Now, before I leave you to write the next post, there is one last thing I need to share: I am terrible about KEEPING MY FINGERS CLOSED around my reins. I shall endeavor to fix this going forward.

**Addendum**
I also accompanied Duchess' Mom, Saga's mom and Fuzzy Pony down to Dripping Springs to watch Saga and Duchess go in a jumping lesson. My initial intent was to take pictures for the two of them, I was cleverly thwarted by my camera, whose battery I heroically neglected to charge yesterday because I took a nap. You can read all about the lesson over at Saga's blog, but I will say that I was very impressed with Paige, and I would definitely be interested in taking a lesson from her. My number one take-home watching the lesson was Paige's comments about "waiting" for the fence. Saga, Duchess and Zigs are very willing and game jumpers, and they'll jump anything we point them at. So, our challenge is not to push them forward to the fence, but to keep them up and forward and ensure a good approach. That being said, now I'm going to bed for real.