tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72344120115044084802024-03-13T16:22:01.517-04:00Diary of a Horse Obsessed GirlI ride and compete as an amateur in the jumpers. I have 4 horses that are my world and I spend every free minute I have riding and/or showing. I struggle to balance the horses with working full time but I wouldn't change any of it for the world!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger275125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7234412011504408480.post-51328112352380639432016-06-24T10:16:00.001-04:002016-06-24T10:18:03.123-04:00Finding MotivationSince I don't have any upcoming shows on the books I am having a hard time finding motivation to ride. With Poppy it is more about keeping her fit. She is pretty broke at this point and sure I know there is always something to improve on but without a goal i.e. a show looming I just feel meh about riding. <div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgguHuuLW7Sa-X4YcDWK1TPeXSJMHwtM_RztBpwst68ZxZzCCfRHORCHUi9TtuE9Y_QWS6RRXP98ZaXFyij2q0FOaB9qCrr6rqz2Ho4aPhjXkA5qWTLm3oQPveQcBoJEzG_8x0LwH48GhPj/s640/blogger-image-444988057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgguHuuLW7Sa-X4YcDWK1TPeXSJMHwtM_RztBpwst68ZxZzCCfRHORCHUi9TtuE9Y_QWS6RRXP98ZaXFyij2q0FOaB9qCrr6rqz2Ho4aPhjXkA5qWTLm3oQPveQcBoJEzG_8x0LwH48GhPj/s640/blogger-image-444988057.jpg"></a></div>Maybe she feels meh too</div><div><br></div><div>Typically I take what I need to work on from a show and focus on that in between each show. So right now I'm hacking and popping over a few jumps here and there. But just not very motivated.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN8Dfiyk-xiXVWuj3tC6jxjOUcZ7fAYbj2EpUai8fXTQp4aM-NirU8sPFTquNALxUzd_Zfk3uUbBNKDhEIGRunJe7AZCD51wuRNPEQhSWlBPOx18JfhTkzs2rFoWhfiZsHDn_OPqfoSHps/s640/blogger-image-459876791.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN8Dfiyk-xiXVWuj3tC6jxjOUcZ7fAYbj2EpUai8fXTQp4aM-NirU8sPFTquNALxUzd_Zfk3uUbBNKDhEIGRunJe7AZCD51wuRNPEQhSWlBPOx18JfhTkzs2rFoWhfiZsHDn_OPqfoSHps/s640/blogger-image-459876791.jpg"></a></div>You would think the new jumps would motivate me but nah. There's a thought...maybe I need to make a fun new course. Ideas?</div><div><br></div><div>There are always things to work on with Luxxx. His next show is in September so this gives us plenty of time to develop him more. Also he has only been to one horse show venue. Eventually I do want to introduce him to the world of rated shows. I'm not sure when that is for him. We changed his bit at the last show so I made him up a new bridle last night and put the three ring on it with a figure 8 noseband. I only the second ring so I would prefer a 2 ring happy mouth. I need to get one of those. If you have one you want to sell let me know. I just lunged him in it last night with side reins. Maybe I will feel motivated to ride him today. 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It can be tough though to look at that awkward horse and see the potential. No different than say house shopping. You look at the foundation. Is the conformation good (forgiving growth spurts that may have them butt high)? Are the feet good? Their mind (forgiving greenness)? Do they have a nice broad shoulder? Movement? Especially the walk. A horse should have a fantastic walk. You have to see the potential.<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6wqQqZIaQcLii0QMHNUfLoiDD0BBxgxpCyLKR5j4hgnGeMtIfNLIG9Wo3C7rFVBxa-Hi_M1YbUHoxpcEVbdDpkqBOneFD5VEnP72T0esK8ecA90Ce7iEgWsotkGqA3VZNWLYNMv_YqRXD/s640/blogger-image--959700293.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6wqQqZIaQcLii0QMHNUfLoiDD0BBxgxpCyLKR5j4hgnGeMtIfNLIG9Wo3C7rFVBxa-Hi_M1YbUHoxpcEVbdDpkqBOneFD5VEnP72T0esK8ecA90Ce7iEgWsotkGqA3VZNWLYNMv_YqRXD/s640/blogger-image--959700293.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> Feb 2014</div>This is Luxxx the day I looked at him as a coming 3yo. He lived outside in a herd so he was wooly and unkempt looking. He had great feet and bone structure, a nice wide shoulder, and beautiful movement. Oh and a walk to die for. He could also do this.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt_lsZGhKkUu8qOhMXUQF_iDVtf5LWRAl6OpqUIcpUgTPCELS_3YnuGU1T8Wwp5fnR0KEBwKZkwmSFPkskLzS8G396UEqSIAwh1L74l9xdq4Xhe5Pwkeux1ilbUggbjpnIoRbSs76EpZcD/s640/blogger-image--1362713020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt_lsZGhKkUu8qOhMXUQF_iDVtf5LWRAl6OpqUIcpUgTPCELS_3YnuGU1T8Wwp5fnR0KEBwKZkwmSFPkskLzS8G396UEqSIAwh1L74l9xdq4Xhe5Pwkeux1ilbUggbjpnIoRbSs76EpZcD/s640/blogger-image--1362713020.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And he did this with minimal effort. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Here is a picture of his sire. He is 17 yo in this photo at an inspection last year. Photo credit Victoria DeMore Photography.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCpaKtv-cVYgJNAVufTrD6fExmm6mvsnUNKab17MPD1NxuEsWfIZNq2tPrdKO1E0rorrnGKaEttNSA2gS8D14T5VDCxOW6TYGuFHTKvl81R3mbhWbcsr1yrSmaj37y4kKKBMAweO1uEBbW/s640/blogger-image--688617050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCpaKtv-cVYgJNAVufTrD6fExmm6mvsnUNKab17MPD1NxuEsWfIZNq2tPrdKO1E0rorrnGKaEttNSA2gS8D14T5VDCxOW6TYGuFHTKvl81R3mbhWbcsr1yrSmaj37y4kKKBMAweO1uEBbW/s640/blogger-image--688617050.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Buying babies and project horses is never a guarantee. It is one thing to jump <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> through a jump chute it is another to jump 15 jumps in a stadium or large arena with distractions. I felt there was enough things I liked and I took the gamble. It's horses, it's always a gamble. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhULpq_uj6X8mWfSu54oNoL8l0usqdoebO7mPbFf5PhnSrei0nVHqnIuIpK1kYUNavFlcCA6VjGl6xIf5dumx3_ObXTq4qSwNjiInOabCX9lVHHtaThAI4kNk836F0rSGKu-QIG7eDuhl51/s640/blogger-image-75665.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhULpq_uj6X8mWfSu54oNoL8l0usqdoebO7mPbFf5PhnSrei0nVHqnIuIpK1kYUNavFlcCA6VjGl6xIf5dumx3_ObXTq4qSwNjiInOabCX9lVHHtaThAI4kNk836F0rSGKu-QIG7eDuhl51/s640/blogger-image-75665.jpg"></a></div>This was April 2014. A short 2 months after I bought him and you can already see changes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsVTCEBx_u4PGTaoyhVHSMdX5JHCWvZ1nuWV89Pf1Djy7tLo1BRc8QCO5MiQHQSBQo7inLmV_9oS4fY0k5aSreSRSObOw0vviUWkyBamgAJbP_RY2VF64E2lnBUip07NerWh7NwfBqvujM/s640/blogger-image--496439068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsVTCEBx_u4PGTaoyhVHSMdX5JHCWvZ1nuWV89Pf1Djy7tLo1BRc8QCO5MiQHQSBQo7inLmV_9oS4fY0k5aSreSRSObOw0vviUWkyBamgAJbP_RY2VF64E2lnBUip07NerWh7NwfBqvujM/s640/blogger-image--496439068.jpg"></a></div>June 2014. Filling out and developing muscle.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3NgRh3rNmJ-K0QSqQ3pIYJAsnJJ-3rf40iI3N9hI1bJJFLfkVlbs4p2ZTAAjH2G0kdWd-0I4lvDA_gns-uYy_GqSKcnq6tY8aPgw2oMWAug09_QBcv495GxYvKmuE0_mVUDhPVp-aOWrT/s640/blogger-image--1500903155.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3NgRh3rNmJ-K0QSqQ3pIYJAsnJJ-3rf40iI3N9hI1bJJFLfkVlbs4p2ZTAAjH2G0kdWd-0I4lvDA_gns-uYy_GqSKcnq6tY8aPgw2oMWAug09_QBcv495GxYvKmuE0_mVUDhPVp-aOWrT/s640/blogger-image--1500903155.jpg"></a></div>January 2015. Is this the same horse?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguFB5fhNGbOa8CwHmjltwwTcD9en-ilxde1Ga3RlUr2aEZYQ8vWkaF4V3KRXVChxwpyGFhVT6Ev9cb-XcGmTO-BfKCudvipTmkAiHhZMmMjR1LkPYDF9sT-sbnI-nMNGUdQEXuT3a6g-Jv/s640/blogger-image--356708129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguFB5fhNGbOa8CwHmjltwwTcD9en-ilxde1Ga3RlUr2aEZYQ8vWkaF4V3KRXVChxwpyGFhVT6Ev9cb-XcGmTO-BfKCudvipTmkAiHhZMmMjR1LkPYDF9sT-sbnI-nMNGUdQEXuT3a6g-Jv/s640/blogger-image--356708129.jpg"></a></div>April 2015. Dapples for days and the big powerhouse booty has arrived.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG8jL4NWL92hqdeJ8vgWlmj04245E3zgPNTR2nSnVTUfGKDn_fMk7QO9fXCFJGU0R6nFFqhN9hv7UKX41JltoYaVBpvf7P19O1sgAWml6ZrfjOa71rpF5HJEaTleyt5DiO69CYQM_ZKnHX/s640/blogger-image-1792314405.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG8jL4NWL92hqdeJ8vgWlmj04245E3zgPNTR2nSnVTUfGKDn_fMk7QO9fXCFJGU0R6nFFqhN9hv7UKX41JltoYaVBpvf7P19O1sgAWml6ZrfjOa71rpF5HJEaTleyt5DiO69CYQM_ZKnHX/s640/blogger-image-1792314405.jpg"></a></div>October 2015. Just take a look back at the very first picture. Would you have imagined this?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtMQCtvGSXghdxFYqxgaAoaNWcSF_GbP5Ea_E4FtjOeoPZCOFhqULO4lpBBlUJYhO9YsEqgNYisO6ZrhL7EZsBo-mV0jz4H_tlG_tIkZeE7105mr_sjijGml9m1R50J3ciymVTADnmu0as/s640/blogger-image-7080588.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtMQCtvGSXghdxFYqxgaAoaNWcSF_GbP5Ea_E4FtjOeoPZCOFhqULO4lpBBlUJYhO9YsEqgNYisO6ZrhL7EZsBo-mV0jz4H_tlG_tIkZeE7105mr_sjijGml9m1R50J3ciymVTADnmu0as/s640/blogger-image-7080588.jpg"></a></div>April 2016.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Sometimes the gamble goes your way...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7234412011504408480.post-86594917677214344052016-06-17T13:20:00.001-04:002016-06-17T13:20:23.859-04:00Planning and Planning to Not Plan<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0x4lv08xPoLAsK41v6Fmt4yzrs5gN7QKKrJZOy8izmBTcrmGpVwfs-cv8JjyTt_GyPV1uUv3TkwPz0hML0E8blKYctRIQlnUbUbxK1825hFf8iXwO2NGhXg6fXbhwuBPwFaEDXcn1g07k/s640/blogger-image-1605575911.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0x4lv08xPoLAsK41v6Fmt4yzrs5gN7QKKrJZOy8izmBTcrmGpVwfs-cv8JjyTt_GyPV1uUv3TkwPz0hML0E8blKYctRIQlnUbUbxK1825hFf8iXwO2NGhXg6fXbhwuBPwFaEDXcn1g07k/s640/blogger-image-1605575911.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Right now as far as the horses go I don't really have any plans. The baby horse was not something I had planned for this year. I have been trying to recoup from a very expensive year and that is simply not a necessity. When presented with the opportunity to do the embryo transfer with Poppy I thought about it a lot. I knew my friend wanted a foal for next year and I just figured I would freeze the embryo that would be mine until another year. Friend then asked if we could implant both embryos in surrogates and I agreed. Let's face it. I'm not getting any younger. I am not sure how much longer I want to be caring for horses and a farm. I already feel like I am getting too old to be dealing with the shenanigans of baby horses. I am a year away from these babies being on the ground. Then 3 years from breaking mine. So 6 years from now it would be hopefully consistent and showing. 6 years! So although timing isn't great I am also running out of time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I don't have any shows on the books right now. I might take Poppy to a rated show with trainer over the summer. I might not. I'm not planning anything for now...we will just see. I am riding and jumping Poppy so when I do decide to go show she will be ready. She is doing great.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL8BmB0sovwn_wI-HLEmsUi6-HaVZVW0QupVSMwUSdgmcoP-Q5C-CC2hBPTBV78ftblJIEszWK7Qr_qdOvYVd7IN3rKjbgV6ea2i72PcTValRgx2go6Br7lGHV1lO6Mc6MvlqxznZY6V8X/s640/blogger-image-454329995.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL8BmB0sovwn_wI-HLEmsUi6-HaVZVW0QupVSMwUSdgmcoP-Q5C-CC2hBPTBV78ftblJIEszWK7Qr_qdOvYVd7IN3rKjbgV6ea2i72PcTValRgx2go6Br7lGHV1lO6Mc6MvlqxznZY6V8X/s640/blogger-image-454329995.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">As for Luxxx he recently did several local shows to add some mileage to his repertoire. I will continue to work on his training and development this summer and return to the local shows with him this fall.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggfCfsGX0bcyVuOmkCAR8JYBhqeDo8BB5lNjPNlQ9Kx2mg0_ijICipWRfNg3sUuqDwWRV8cMPr8aTTr_ECE_80qr_MzAhGG1J0aupFvrTG0Lif1-9ws_0MyoPkiw0zNb-nN3zecGst0Yiz/s640/blogger-image-1976221573.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggfCfsGX0bcyVuOmkCAR8JYBhqeDo8BB5lNjPNlQ9Kx2mg0_ijICipWRfNg3sUuqDwWRV8cMPr8aTTr_ECE_80qr_MzAhGG1J0aupFvrTG0Lif1-9ws_0MyoPkiw0zNb-nN3zecGst0Yiz/s640/blogger-image-1976221573.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7234412011504408480.post-33610207723811234672016-06-15T09:00:00.000-04:002016-06-15T09:00:07.136-04:00When a dream becomes a reality<div>
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Since I love this mare so much I have talked about breeding her one day. Why? Well because if I could get a foal that was the replica of her I would be ecstatic. If I could get a foal that was even better....bonus! Since 60% comes from the mare, she is your most important factor when deciding whether to breed. She is by Don Alfredo and her sire line has great show jumping and dressage lines. Her dam side is where she gets her blood. She is out of a Selle Francaise mare who is by Aerobic. Most importantly I like her rideability.</div>
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I was recently given the opportunity to make this a reality. About 6 weeks ago Poppy went to Ocala to have her eggs flushed and then those were sent to Texas A&M to be fertilized with Darco semen. The fertilized eggs were then flown back to Ocala. A month later we have 2 surrogate mares each with a Poppy/Darco baby. One is mine and one is a friend's. If you are not familiar with Darco a quick Google search will fill you in. He is the sire of Maclain Ward's famous horse Sapphire. He is also the leading show jumping sire (he's kind of a big deal).</div>
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I think this is a fabulous cross and I cannot be more excited. I know a lot can happen with pregnancies in horses<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"> so all my fingers and toes are crossed that both foals stick and are healthy.</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7234412011504408480.post-53957596055238899352016-06-14T09:54:00.001-04:002016-06-14T09:54:41.325-04:00HmmmmmI would love to repost this blog post from 2014 but since I can't figure out how (yup I'm a bit of a moron at this stuff) I am just going to leave the link to it riiiight here...<br />
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You will notice he still needs to work in his steering. He is a push ride which makes him that much harder to steer. What I love most is his willingness. I really think this arena is spooky with the stands on one side and the rodeo chutes in the other. Tank used to hate this arena. He went right around no spooking and did his job. <br />
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Luxxx trailered over like a champ. We unloaded, unpacked, and he settled right in. This time he even got along with his neighbor. The down side to having a concrete block barn is that he doesn't have any idea of what having a neighbor is. I did this to eliminate barn repair but at shows where he can have neighbors on 3 sides, it's a lot to take in. I always give trainer the option of riding him and she definitely wanted to. Although I do one day want to show him, it is nice to get a chance to see my own horse go and enjoy watching the hard work I have put into him.</div>
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He was fantastic schooling however he has been a little hard mouthed lately. We opted for a bit and adding a martingale and this was a big help. I start the babies in a loose ring French link typically then change as they progress. I was thinking next would be a Waterford loose ring but trainer suggested a 2 ring happy mouth loose ring and running martingale. She felt a big difference which I also saw. I plan to play around with bits once at home and see what I think. She felt she was able to compact him better. He definitely still has a long way to go with his flat work. He is getting so big he is still learning what to do with this big body and compacting that is hard. His stride is huge.</div>
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After schooling him over some 3 foot jumps we decided to move him up to 2'9. Woo hoo! The 2'6 are like speed bumps for the big baby now so we felt confident he would handle the bigger course just fine. It was also the second division of the day so that bought me time to lunge him.</div>
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Due to trainer having other horses doing at the same time we were the last to go in our classes. This meant the warm up ring was empty thankfully. He does not appreciate people running into him so this helped provide him with a nice experience before going in the ring.</div>
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He jumped all his jumps, got a couple lead changes and ended up first and second! Trainer even sliced a couple jumps. He could care less. He just goes. He needs to work on steering and smoothing out his changes (he does not like to be asked he just likes to be balanced). I could not be more proud of him. His attitude was perfect and the things that need to be improved will come along with more time and training. I am thrilled with him. Video coming soon when I can get them uploaded.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7234412011504408480.post-20873923314935142062016-06-02T10:20:00.001-04:002016-06-02T10:20:59.374-04:00Life is Good If You're MooI brought you up to speed on Poppy and Luxxx but they aren't the only fourleggeds in my life. The puppy (Panda aka KungMooPanda aka Moo) has pretty much taken over the place. If you follow me on Instagram (luvjumperlife) you have probably figured this out.<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy6jbiSPNdU6EdaS7YZA_64sVJYK-DQloFA4OLpJ-mjbZ-GxeFo3B0Ucs7PvX_25ypNFB_9nwgVP0kqEj-KGiu_78At5LcwwhhKXNeKgi5e7Q7kZBAiBYbmCQmo6JZY0FqB42M716E2V_P/s640/blogger-image-1402273031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy6jbiSPNdU6EdaS7YZA_64sVJYK-DQloFA4OLpJ-mjbZ-GxeFo3B0Ucs7PvX_25ypNFB_9nwgVP0kqEj-KGiu_78At5LcwwhhKXNeKgi5e7Q7kZBAiBYbmCQmo6JZY0FqB42M716E2V_P/s640/blogger-image-1402273031.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhavzNHUTksegA6DefrloR2fkA6G5kM4HQyoC7-qkQbV48wlN6-n8IPmVjbK0cGYynCj4skRnwW_TheH2u-W9DM63FUBwyzUd35fNytxJbI5kWwMT-kOxw8Nanau1S7C5xljkiRUw7kIuqs/s640/blogger-image-215998761.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhavzNHUTksegA6DefrloR2fkA6G5kM4HQyoC7-qkQbV48wlN6-n8IPmVjbK0cGYynCj4skRnwW_TheH2u-W9DM63FUBwyzUd35fNytxJbI5kWwMT-kOxw8Nanau1S7C5xljkiRUw7kIuqs/s640/blogger-image-215998761.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Yes. It's a puppy in a parka...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm5e11WNd_rYpYioFg0Wphpy05ji6kIE0XJrdNGddUhVCqKQFrmxfjbOuIXpkbNX-3-xi0RS3JjIWk5BK5_cp4L50cyiZ5-grIgCukO2scCHe3IH-pw_0y-euvcX5GZAPAu6RJz93W7zr9/s640/blogger-image-1785464318.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm5e11WNd_rYpYioFg0Wphpy05ji6kIE0XJrdNGddUhVCqKQFrmxfjbOuIXpkbNX-3-xi0RS3JjIWk5BK5_cp4L50cyiZ5-grIgCukO2scCHe3IH-pw_0y-euvcX5GZAPAu6RJz93W7zr9/s640/blogger-image-1785464318.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFzynglIFwhJFl5nUbHiMekoHRwjyBS0_8rvbrQZUoAhpXWWLod_MnZYebpEG3tGYeDD4FBiiab59m9wbyUaRJHo738fQHu-fbg3WH_1_dDfVU9uovihtgir8L8CPy7RcHDUSEKrVaginH/s640/blogger-image--855806019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFzynglIFwhJFl5nUbHiMekoHRwjyBS0_8rvbrQZUoAhpXWWLod_MnZYebpEG3tGYeDD4FBiiab59m9wbyUaRJHo738fQHu-fbg3WH_1_dDfVU9uovihtgir8L8CPy7RcHDUSEKrVaginH/s640/blogger-image--855806019.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Not spoiled at all</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu3s7lzAJv-5uZLqO67UtADQFhmPBBj2qDMAKsxJQmq_jv2frLz1O7iGVy4uaN5zvY0suqQA_ywusW1XCkfc9WYwPb_FnEl1bqVn2BhDib9qE_ldo4MQL6KSk0ld-Vn2xkN3z4qPfzyGe8/s640/blogger-image--722997930.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu3s7lzAJv-5uZLqO67UtADQFhmPBBj2qDMAKsxJQmq_jv2frLz1O7iGVy4uaN5zvY0suqQA_ywusW1XCkfc9WYwPb_FnEl1bqVn2BhDib9qE_ldo4MQL6KSk0ld-Vn2xkN3z4qPfzyGe8/s640/blogger-image--722997930.jpg"></a></div>The look on Puff's face sums up her feelings on the puppy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlkgXTupGoukDmyv2otk1ICS4_C-TKmDy4Xo_Nrj7TJRulpPMx34npjodtJWR3dVFAuFSRAcpPJpP2esQkECbQUMamxPK5Sp6zdG4kRnp_XNRuG4X7_SwzTC4HKS28wBwPp2Ueustkz2MD/s640/blogger-image-108557802.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlkgXTupGoukDmyv2otk1ICS4_C-TKmDy4Xo_Nrj7TJRulpPMx34npjodtJWR3dVFAuFSRAcpPJpP2esQkECbQUMamxPK5Sp6zdG4kRnp_XNRuG4X7_SwzTC4HKS28wBwPp2Ueustkz2MD/s640/blogger-image-108557802.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJRTvBAdVrQQmzkeGD96hZQ-mHVWkJeuMhQATmvAHxZa4IZKfZxDc4ri2rN5Jh6L4n3ypJXXQDMDMV6tFxHk7Xcq5EKAJEQBe9a8_xSDkxKgVK7Bva7yWDDPN5ANG8gV1mEfK9RO14ZJ-q/s640/blogger-image-113637809.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJRTvBAdVrQQmzkeGD96hZQ-mHVWkJeuMhQATmvAHxZa4IZKfZxDc4ri2rN5Jh6L4n3ypJXXQDMDMV6tFxHk7Xcq5EKAJEQBe9a8_xSDkxKgVK7Bva7yWDDPN5ANG8gV1mEfK9RO14ZJ-q/s640/blogger-image-113637809.jpg"></a></div>I swear puppy isn't an only child</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpauN-d-cK3KsJXMYhyphenhyphenfSSwJ0M5WLNCNPk9gW82IrIM0bD8XTWhR06Y-CKhyphenhyphen9POztl9OPTXzff1dKS1O5ckR_i7nPkphbME2X8niuQgSPHgqLxGRP1gINQUT5GXz_i9nquah1B6mb7CoRA/s640/blogger-image--689331563.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpauN-d-cK3KsJXMYhyphenhyphenfSSwJ0M5WLNCNPk9gW82IrIM0bD8XTWhR06Y-CKhyphenhyphen9POztl9OPTXzff1dKS1O5ckR_i7nPkphbME2X8niuQgSPHgqLxGRP1gINQUT5GXz_i9nquah1B6mb7CoRA/s640/blogger-image--689331563.jpg"></a></div><br></div>There are no words to describe how much I miss Nugget but this little guy has me smitten. He is learning to ride in the car or truck and be a horse show pup. It is so important to socialize chihuahuas so the horse shows have been perfect. He gets played with and handled all day and he eats up every moment of it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Tomorrow I take Luxxx to the local show. Updates on that soon...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7234412011504408480.post-37758238067084799612016-05-31T19:12:00.001-04:002016-05-31T19:12:06.994-04:00Horse Showing<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> know, it's been awhile. Again. Since last I blogged I had two weeks of showing Poppy and one show with Luxxx. </span></div><div><br></div><div>Getting back in the ring with Poppy after 7 months had its up and downs. Mainly ups but we definitely have things to improve on. The first week we got some thirds and I think 4th in the classic (I can't really remember). Trainer said I was chasing her a bit so I wanted to smooth that out. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ7kpNM0pekkXwpEgY9YZRCh6jwpT2-lN3Inzm64qsdDXlVDAF2tzrrcNLau9L0Nn0szcKt4m5CzYfIl-HUVliomkW9zJLALYKpm0fSbLGJPivqphu_gFvy0g5oSuC_MOQxQVsr_ARWC5O/s640/blogger-image-828240333.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ7kpNM0pekkXwpEgY9YZRCh6jwpT2-lN3Inzm64qsdDXlVDAF2tzrrcNLau9L0Nn0szcKt4m5CzYfIl-HUVliomkW9zJLALYKpm0fSbLGJPivqphu_gFvy0g5oSuC_MOQxQVsr_ARWC5O/s640/blogger-image-828240333.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmlqZ4BmHW5OeekHkftRABb25bJda-OVhyqESChbH3n4jwZHfb_OooMTzT2XwMIyjdhRMkMym8CRvSsmNe5OCWzUyi7-3Tahf_JgJQskCsGajqpnb0vVd6YLalWgX4NC-q-G3ufUeGD4tz/s640/blogger-image-797557885.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmlqZ4BmHW5OeekHkftRABb25bJda-OVhyqESChbH3n4jwZHfb_OooMTzT2XwMIyjdhRMkMym8CRvSsmNe5OCWzUyi7-3Tahf_JgJQskCsGajqpnb0vVd6YLalWgX4NC-q-G3ufUeGD4tz/s640/blogger-image-797557885.jpg"></a></div></div><div>Apparently I wore the princess out</div><div><br></div><div>Week two started with a bang with a second place. Although in the jump off <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">I left a stride early to an oxer and gave everyone (but me) a heart attack. It was a tight roll back and that's what I saw 😁</span></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixPV6LK2f3kzVWmuPj3JFpNyqK0UY5OCTaIqJ_pW04y4faAZo4YKwWeIOVoln30t0Upq0gZYTOpAopmqGehRJRw8-6e9QZjvQoLJ9EMhn-aNR3FbiUDEmEex1T1qJoA6Pi2hbKTxS2cg3q/s640/blogger-image--2080487134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixPV6LK2f3kzVWmuPj3JFpNyqK0UY5OCTaIqJ_pW04y4faAZo4YKwWeIOVoln30t0Upq0gZYTOpAopmqGehRJRw8-6e9QZjvQoLJ9EMhn-aNR3FbiUDEmEex1T1qJoA6Pi2hbKTxS2cg3q/s640/blogger-image--2080487134.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpm0oUpu8XevTDdvHozaOO908MmDOn2uvUZfLifbTDIQNF0oUIHk3Bbw9pS_3ylasSL0f4KU7u_fbe9qOJk8wa65Ggmp7q55yVd4FXeuU-vDnj-MvIwzWd8H5qj3XPlFt8LiW72g_cQSZj/s640/blogger-image-1688246508.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpm0oUpu8XevTDdvHozaOO908MmDOn2uvUZfLifbTDIQNF0oUIHk3Bbw9pS_3ylasSL0f4KU7u_fbe9qOJk8wa65Ggmp7q55yVd4FXeuU-vDnj-MvIwzWd8H5qj3XPlFt8LiW72g_cQSZj/s640/blogger-image-1688246508.jpg"></a></div></div></div><div><br></div><div>Then a bad miss on my part the next day made for an ugly rest of the weekend. We still ribboned and won some money which is always nice but I was aiming for smoother. At least the pictures were pretty.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVsR3AVR3Yl984-qU6aCx1SPIDsHXB8rohFIQvW3wNqbDTsDhY4SJH4J4uvPtLlx2Vua0k6e6P-LQb8fKB4g5_qreI6g4gTDd51zbfPbJm6fed-hlBSSOP5QcmO8ZbGaT8GFrpJny5JFF7/s640/blogger-image--2133284936.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVsR3AVR3Yl984-qU6aCx1SPIDsHXB8rohFIQvW3wNqbDTsDhY4SJH4J4uvPtLlx2Vua0k6e6P-LQb8fKB4g5_qreI6g4gTDd51zbfPbJm6fed-hlBSSOP5QcmO8ZbGaT8GFrpJny5JFF7/s640/blogger-image--2133284936.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxOKhgVze6iAfOZhuBdtXn4zH89Wgdng-66TqfJI6EVj7i7h1RAxIWSclaLx0ctJDkTklFaanXMqpPFHidwxiXXhjlA4_C_R2hfI6jWLqWoSNnISbAeZaOU6dY-72rbRlbGD6Z16MI-Xxd/s640/blogger-image-1153704415.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxOKhgVze6iAfOZhuBdtXn4zH89Wgdng-66TqfJI6EVj7i7h1RAxIWSclaLx0ctJDkTklFaanXMqpPFHidwxiXXhjlA4_C_R2hfI6jWLqWoSNnISbAeZaOU6dY-72rbRlbGD6Z16MI-Xxd/s640/blogger-image-1153704415.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Then baby Luxxx had his turn at our local show organization's non rated one day show. Trainer wanted to ride him so she took the ride. The jumpers go in the big covered arena so if the light isn't perfect it is impossible to see any video. He schooled great Friday and was the first class (2'6 jumpers) at 7:30am Saturday. I should have lunged him before but with horses to care for at home I can only do so much early in the morning. The craziness of the warm up ring really rattled him and after getting run into head on twice his 5yo brain was like peace out. Trainer went in the ring with zero warm up so you can imagine how that went. By the third course he was really good and even got a ribbon.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_ARE7XCEeCGb4iLcvLcO1J0s7lqYSX1lS2SAP0cp_5EmCb9jTtFpzA8EJiPO7APNishWbDhtXESjsb6LJgZG5jWl3ombHwSGB16qxMgBfVwmjEAlqCKRMa7ZlkA5ylvCYZtrOqMVzoINf/s640/blogger-image-1195222005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_ARE7XCEeCGb4iLcvLcO1J0s7lqYSX1lS2SAP0cp_5EmCb9jTtFpzA8EJiPO7APNishWbDhtXESjsb6LJgZG5jWl3ombHwSGB16qxMgBfVwmjEAlqCKRMa7ZlkA5ylvCYZtrOqMVzoINf/s640/blogger-image-1195222005.jpg"></a></div>Look at how professional baby looks!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>I was happy with him despite the circumstances and he just needs mileage which is what he is getting. Their last show until fall is this weekend.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I'm still trying to find the balance of work, riding, and social life. I work a lot more that I used to so that makes it hard to keep 2 horses regularly schooled. And because I am already spread too thin and tend to just continue to take on more I took on yet another horse endeavor. More on that soon. How's that for a teaser?</div><br></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7234412011504408480.post-72896512244983075212016-03-31T09:33:00.001-04:002016-03-31T10:34:24.913-04:00Catch UpThank you for all the kind words on Nugget. I miss her so much but also feel lucky to have had her in my life. I knew I wanted another chihuahua so I started looking into breeders a few weeks ago thinking I would get another down the road. Then I spoke to a breeder nearby who had this...<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIg4BYH3ch_Bjk2gaAXtrsJ3pTsKkVcqQ2J_nhGnFdWKSmEEopAxyO6rCMRL_XscetK6brjzHz8U9jBicnL8_jCMrpL96A5fh05wLe6YALtXp7dHItNQLrhX0aI2YQRqxlBICKLFrNr-vB/s640/blogger-image-1712193779.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIg4BYH3ch_Bjk2gaAXtrsJ3pTsKkVcqQ2J_nhGnFdWKSmEEopAxyO6rCMRL_XscetK6brjzHz8U9jBicnL8_jCMrpL96A5fh05wLe6YALtXp7dHItNQLrhX0aI2YQRqxlBICKLFrNr-vB/s640/blogger-image-1712193779.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Well that was the end of that and this little bundle of cuteness joined the farm on Easter Sunday.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuIvNHBQ9Fw0cByzeFCrVPS9p9074YaItw6_Fw5qk-iuJYcGz2RNXtbPF5N0djE20MMfQSVkLr_IfwmaiJGASm8Uw7EBvhif2viiR1DUWi38ot2zKSVWvMlkXJTfCDj5GYOOHQAcTuXKWm/s640/blogger-image--1608222744.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuIvNHBQ9Fw0cByzeFCrVPS9p9074YaItw6_Fw5qk-iuJYcGz2RNXtbPF5N0djE20MMfQSVkLr_IfwmaiJGASm8Uw7EBvhif2viiR1DUWi38ot2zKSVWvMlkXJTfCDj5GYOOHQAcTuXKWm/s640/blogger-image--1608222744.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You know what helps feeling sad? Puppies and horses. His official name is Panda. Kung Moo Panda to be exact.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Life hasn't been all about dogs and puppies. This year has had its ups and downs and I am still trying to find my way. The good news is I have realized my divorce was a blessing and the best thing to happen to me. If I can offer anyone any advice it would be do what makes you happy. Don't force yourself to deal with a mistake or endure living with a negative [not the best word to describe him as he is far worse] person because you feel trapped. Sometimes you get so used to that dysfunction that it seems normal. I finally feel happy again and am working on getting back to my old self. The self before I met him, before I allowed him to change me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">During this journey I didn't feel like riding. I rode occasionally but nothing like before. I worked ALOT. A lot! And spent time with friends. Unfortunately some people don't want you to be happy and have to sabotage that. He continues to try to take that from me and although he can steal from me and take all the material things he will not break me. Everything he does makes me that much more grateful to be divorced from him. This journey included removing all ties to him. I cannot have someone in my life who has violated me, my home, lied, and stolen from me. I learned that those who could not understand this were not my true friends. No matter how long I had known them. Unfortunately the owner of the barn I trained with since 1999 did not want to sever ties with him so I chose to change trainers. This was incredibly hurtful. Incredibly. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Change can be good. In order to move on some doors need to be closed and change is needed to grow. I have known my new trainer for quite awhile and she was an easy choice. I felt we share the same training philosophies and she has also been a fan of Poppy since I got her. The farm is nearby and has a fantastic ring to lesson in.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I was sad to miss showing at HITS this year. The reality was divorce is freaking expensive (and the nightmare refinance of the farm) and I was not getting enough riding time in to get Poppy fit again. 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I am entered in a 2 week series in April. I am really looking forward to getting back in the show ring. Thank you for sticking by me through my hiatus and I hope you will join me on this road back to the ring...</div><br></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7234412011504408480.post-67487420201345486932016-03-25T10:15:00.001-04:002016-03-25T10:37:20.554-04:00It Felt Like Time...I'm not sure why today felt like the day to break my silence but here I am. If you follow me on Instagram (luvjumperlife) you may have seen that my beloved Mini Nugget passed yesterday.<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2qfP69dbEoJt1o5MUqgkX-Ee7iEGWXi2Pp3b5tsjd-Udol6MDRPSRu7zFhE0Q4tsAcuOrocsEw8eH2JgCrg61saHYO6AVI6a1kU6IvxKfoacWkTWWmUe7aqWAhP5BXhq5MpFF-1PAX9N3/s640/blogger-image-186843109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2qfP69dbEoJt1o5MUqgkX-Ee7iEGWXi2Pp3b5tsjd-Udol6MDRPSRu7zFhE0Q4tsAcuOrocsEw8eH2JgCrg61saHYO6AVI6a1kU6IvxKfoacWkTWWmUe7aqWAhP5BXhq5MpFF-1PAX9N3/s640/blogger-image-186843109.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I knew this day was coming. A year ago you may recall she was diagnosed with Cushings. I started her on Vetoryl and changed her diet. No more cheezits (my horse show staple food), no more horse show food, no more sneaking off to visit the crepes guys. </div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1F1WKKbWlvHenFyIeDlNP1azOntzgzzZhFQzqXQO89hEhuacAgiM7ksE5AXqrJhl82UARgqmtPurEq0lD4nM3bI2tGIewWkN122-NkG5y10YADE54Qt3PDE_-FigCNInpdPaJWNfLH8D6/s640/blogger-image-1605843861.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1F1WKKbWlvHenFyIeDlNP1azOntzgzzZhFQzqXQO89hEhuacAgiM7ksE5AXqrJhl82UARgqmtPurEq0lD4nM3bI2tGIewWkN122-NkG5y10YADE54Qt3PDE_-FigCNInpdPaJWNfLH8D6/s640/blogger-image-1605843861.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">At 12 pounds she was a portly chihuahua. I don't know how you mothers do it carrying around your kids. By the end of a horse show day that 12 pounds felt like 50.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The new diet helped and Nugget looked great. I started to think this whole Cushings thing was no big deal.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhulbF8g2-v-lKhVOUxBDjweqebCm-F7UzBl8VjbK2d8Ogyp999ZUKI_EiQXdtMSwxYXNM47cr1BkHDli02wiHy8VdpoJdCltH4We3xJibTSn7MqjxLx0MJBfuoAcQ6KT5ocRPwQakqG9Py/s640/blogger-image-277956363.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhulbF8g2-v-lKhVOUxBDjweqebCm-F7UzBl8VjbK2d8Ogyp999ZUKI_EiQXdtMSwxYXNM47cr1BkHDli02wiHy8VdpoJdCltH4We3xJibTSn7MqjxLx0MJBfuoAcQ6KT5ocRPwQakqG9Py/s640/blogger-image-277956363.jpg"></a></div><br></div>She was looking good and feeling good. Then the accidents starts happening again and her vet said try increasing her meds. I had pee pads everywhere in the house. She tried but her aim is terrible. So I put extra pads out. Pee pads everywhere! Eventually she couldn't make it through the night and would wake me up to go out. Great, I can handle once a night. Then in the last couple of months it became 3 times a night and she was getting thin. Ok no more diet, eat whatever you want. The weight loss didn't stop though no matter what I tried. She was down to 6 pounds.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaZGvM4vYg7Kn7nRl45Ax4b-KjzeHGOGjnbPtISCQfQf2jbJk_vcTr3W0BFqVQzMmdR4w-2M-ztk2Whw0bTM8DEzcShk0iwrDB6actSFQc0Imr_vLcOFHJQacukpJTZ4ZyGHO3Oe6RNkT6/s640/blogger-image-1674839479.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaZGvM4vYg7Kn7nRl45Ax4b-KjzeHGOGjnbPtISCQfQf2jbJk_vcTr3W0BFqVQzMmdR4w-2M-ztk2Whw0bTM8DEzcShk0iwrDB6actSFQc0Imr_vLcOFHJQacukpJTZ4ZyGHO3Oe6RNkT6/s640/blogger-image-1674839479.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The vet said just let her enjoy however long she had left. She got to where it was hard to get her to eat. I stopped the kibble and tried soft puppy food and that did the trick. A wonderful friend even made her a couple weeks worth of fresh food which she gobbled up. Then the going out 3 times during the night turned into every 45 minutes followed by not eating. She was still her happy sweet Nugget self. Still ordering the big dogs around but she looked like a skeleton. I firmly believe that it is our duty as an animal owner to not allow them to suffer. We are able to gift them with the opportunity to leave this world with dignity and without pain. This week I felt it was time. I second guessed myself over and over despite friends telling me it was time. I am fortunate enough to have a friend who is a vet and knows Nugget well and she was kind enough to help Nugget cross the rainbow bridge yesterday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The only down side to animals is they don't live long enough. The house and barn feel empty without her. My dog Soot wouldn't eat his dinner last night. Somehow the other dogs know. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I'm sorry for my first post after my hiatus is a sad one but I also know so many people who lived Nugget. She traveled thousands of miles with me during her 11 years and never missed a horse show. If we've been at the same show, you've probably met her. I often went places and people who I had never seen before would yell Nugget when they saw her. She changed so many people's minds about chihuahuas and small dogs. 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I was going to tell you all about my amazing show with Poppy after a 4 month hiatus. I was excited. I had exciting news to share. Then in typical fashion by my ex was sure to sabotage it. I won't go into the detail of what he did. I don't want this post to be about him (he doesn't deserve that). I simply wanted to explain why I have been silent. It has been a whirlwind and I have learned some valuable lessons. Most importantly when the going gets rough, you learn who your true friends are... I have also had to change trainers to add to this complete cluster f@#$. It has taken me awhile to gather myself (again) but no matter what, I will not be broken. So here goes. Here is the 2 month old post that you should have been reading back in September...<br>
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The last 2 days before the horse show Mother Nature did not cooperate and my riding was rained out. Normally this would have freaked me out but with all of the other shit going on in my life I just said "whatever." I was going to the show no matter what. Whether we jumped .95m or 1.15m, we were going. I spent the night before packing the trailer. What normally is something I can do in my sleep I felt rusty at. I had to go through the list of what I needed (and yes I forgot stuff). I was also proud of myself for airing up my truck and trailer tires myself and greasing the bearings on the trailer. I can do this I told myself over and over (just in case I also went online and got a membership to USARider too).<br>
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Of course I left late for the show Thursday morning. When I got there I literally grabbed everything off the trailer as fast as possible and tacked up. We started in the 1m. I didn't get to walk the course and learned it standing at the in gate. Since we were having trouble with liverpools I brought a blue tarp with me to school. As soon as trainer made the tarp wide and the jump bigger Poppy exited left. Twice. There would be no third time. In fact I was driving so hard over that jump I got the end of the whip caught up in my very sentimental diamond horse shoe necklace and I felt it break as we landed. Heartbroken. I knew I would never find it in the muddy ring. As I brought her down to the walk I felt the necklace fall from my neck and I was able to catch it. That had to be a good omen!<br>
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We went into the 1m and the liver pool was an option jump. Of course we opted for it. I got her over it and then she refused the next jump. We finished the course with 4 faults for the refusal and a bunch of time faults. Next was the 1.10m so I decided to go for it and make her get around. This time she stopped at the liverpool. Second try I drove her hard (chair in the air and all) and made it over.<br>
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I then spent the rest of the day contemplating what to do Friday. Friday was the Finals for my division. It would be 1.15m and inside the coliseum. The size of the jumps weren't the issue. We were both rusty and I needed to ride strong and decisively. There was a 1.10m class I could use as a practice before the finals so I decided to go for it.<br>
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The day of finals my practice class didn't go until late afternoon and there were 80ish trips in the 1.10m. It was never ending. This show hosts the Regional Maclay class so all of those riders used the 1.10m class the practice. The amound of time faults were crazy, hence the never ending class. I went 60th in the order. There was no liverpool unfortunately. It was not my best ride but we jumped every jump and just had one rail. I felt okay to try the finals class. I knew I was going to have to ride strong and box her up. Running at the jumps wasn't going to guarantee she would jump, I needed her between me, contact on the reins, and keeping her in that box. Over, under, or through. I was first in the order of go. The children's finals went first so I got to take her back to the barn and watch a couple rounds. Only 3 went clear in their class so that tells you it was a challenging course. It was set at 1.15m with some large wide oxers. Jump #10 was one of those large wide oxers with a liver pool under it. It had a long approach so plenty of ground space for me to screw up. <br>
I ate the first jump. Bad. This alerted me that I needed pace. We were not boxy. I had walked 5 to 6ab in a long 8 so I opted for a whoa 9. I whoed too much and got there long so she pulled the rail. She was a little looky and sticky though the one stride on the rail but jumped it. I rode stong to the liver pool and she jumped it amazing! We finished with 4 jumping faults and 1 time fault. I was 1/10 over the time allowed. I knew we likely wouldn't ribbon with that round but I felt fantastic as we has a good solid ride. A huge improvement from the previous day! Trainer felt the same. After we processed the course she said to stick around and see if I got something. They annouced the results and I couldn't really hear. Again I thought I got nothing. Then someone told me I won. I was in complete disbelief! No one had gone clear and I had the least amount of faults! We won!!!! Best feeling in the world. I am pretty sure I texted everyone I knew. Here are some pictures of the swag.</div>
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May 27th was my last post. It is hard to believe that almost 4 months have passed. Some days 4 months seems like an eternity and sometimes like yesterday. I have pondered this post many times and delayed writing because I couldn't really think of how to articulate the turmoil going on in my life. There are things I don't want to say and have it "out there," especially since my anger is not yet resolved. I don't have the writing eloquence as so many of the bloggers I follow do so I will just stick with what I know, throwing it out there.<br />
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As of July 15th I am officially a divorcee. I have not been official in changing my name back legally but it is on the list. The very long list of things to do. The shit went down April 26th. April 25th life was "normal" (though I had suspicians and was doing some snooping). April 26th he picked the fight that led to a week of silence until I finally confronted him. He was in such a hurry to get out of our 10 year marriage he was willing to walk away from just about everything but most importantly the property. By the first week in June we filed for divorce and a few days later he took his essentials and left. 6 weeks later it was official. I don't remember much during that time. It is all a blur. I had my house and barn, all 4 dogs, cats, horses, etc but I had lost myself. During it all I had no interest in riding. I got on Poppy here and there. Maybe once a week and poor Luxxx not at all. Other than my once a week barn help I am taking care of this place on my own. I mow, weed wack, clean, etc this whole place myself. Shit has been breaking left and right and you know what? I've learned to just add it to the list. I have also learned that I have some amazing people in my life that either come fix it or tell me who to call. I don't know if I can do this all myself forever but I am damn sure going to give it my best. I have my house, I have my barn, I have my dogs, I have my horses, and that is what is most important to me right now. The thought of having to sell the property and figure out what to do with all my animals was a thought I couldn't bear. They got me through the hardest thing I have dealt with so far. And mowing helped too. It is kind of strange how calming mowing can be... and work. In the midst of all this I received a promotion. I took on alot more work and was able to bury myself in that and not look up. <br />
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So here I am still trying to figure things out. What I know since April 26th is that this was a blessing. No really, it is! I would rather be alone than unhappy. I wasn't happy and I didn't deserve many of the things I went through. At this point I think I am mostly out of the "dark stage." That is one reason I didn't post. No one would have wanted to read those thoughts. Athough I read blogs I rarely commented. I knew to keep my doom and gloom attitude to myself. I also know that I am ready to ride again. I have been trying to get Poppy into shape with the goal of doing an A rated show In September. The summer monsoon season has really made it hard to ride. The show is here and my mare is still out of shape but we are going anyway. I don't care if I bump down 1 or 2 divisions, I am going to go do what I loved and missed the most. He may have broken my heart but he will not steal my soul. Send some positive horse show vibes this way because we will certainly need them. I will keep you posted...<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7234412011504408480.post-12183383850417503252015-05-27T12:54:00.001-04:002015-05-27T12:54:14.528-04:00Back to BasicsMy dear problem child is being just that. He is back to Luxifer. Back to basics we go. He is making a visit to my cowboy friend M this week. In the mean time I'm back to ground work. Luxifer is arrogant and has minimal respect for others. Although he has come a long way he still has a long way to go.<div><br></div><div>While we wait to go visit M I decided to do an exercise to build trust with him. When we started him we worked him in the round pen and doing what is called joining up. It works best in the round pen but since I don't have one I used the lunge line. I layed the ground work by grooming him (this always relaxes him) then going to the small paddock and asking him to stand quietly, back up, walk forward, etc. He briefly pays attention then focuses elsewhere. It is constant "yo you, pay attention!" He also loves to tear off at a gallop when we get to the lunge spot. I made him walk to the center and wait until I told him to go.</div><div><br></div><div>Now I am by no means an expert at joining up so I simply practiced what M had taught me last year. I let him lunge and kept him forward until he showed signs of wanting to stop. It took him quite awhile to wear down. As usual he was distracted and only occasionally turned an ear to me. When he starts to relax he will put his nose to the ground. When he did this I turned my back to him. I made no eye contact and looked down. Eventually he stopped and walked over to me. I walked away and he followed. He was still distracted but this was progress. A pat on the forehead and we headed to the barn.</div><div><br></div><div>We will do this again today. This horse has to learn respect and trust with me. I feel completely unattached to him and I am sure this is mutual. When he misbehaves the bond and trust grow further apart. This perpetuating the bad behavior.</div><div><br></div><div>I will try to update our work with M later this week. This horse remains a challenge but we aren't giving up yet.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7234412011504408480.post-32312479345131105192015-05-20T11:39:00.002-04:002015-05-20T11:52:35.813-04:00Stepping BackThis <a href="http://www.chronofhorse.com/article/amateurs-us-life-outside-bubble" target="_blank">blog post</a> on the Chronicle could not have come out at a more opportune time. If you haven't read it please do. She's right. There is life outside the bubble. As my life feels like it is spinning out of control I am questioning everything. I have started to wonder if it's possible to be too obsessed? Maybe in my quest to get better and move up and bring my horses to their top level I forgot about the outside world??? In the bubble I didn't really care about the outside world until it all started to careen out of control. So here I sit questioning everything and taking a step back. It's the only logical thing to do when work life, personal life, and hobby life are all in the pits. <div><br></div><div>Poppy is at least doing well. Luxxx is another story. As you know he is a tough one. Always challenging me. He has started some bad behaviors and I am not in an emotionally healthy place to deal with them. I have someone coming out to help me with him this week. I will see how that goes and I will either continue with that or send him to a friend's for training. Correct training is so important with these young horses (and also nipping bad behaviors) so I will step back and let someone with a clear head on their shoulders step in. </div><div><br></div><div>So that's where I'm at right now. Still here and trying to get a good view of all this chaos and chip away slowly.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7234412011504408480.post-22592574153280833282015-05-11T10:39:00.001-04:002015-05-11T11:04:25.659-04:00Liverpool SagaI'm having a good day so I feel like I can write a post and not be a downer. I greatly appreciate all the supportive comments. As my mom says...this too shall pass.<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3PMfjwWnhUNqQ0rx9G7pvMP9TlBlyinBgUAM93fSE97XrfRKkc0hstDxub-6KcgO5dvAl5IM8JPoV203xBL7K1wm2Zi8sFtw2aZ1uAG5a6zUwEWzcWxpcedBzvj6zfhFJi2_VcMvFPiPU/s640/blogger-image-238120432.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3PMfjwWnhUNqQ0rx9G7pvMP9TlBlyinBgUAM93fSE97XrfRKkc0hstDxub-6KcgO5dvAl5IM8JPoV203xBL7K1wm2Zi8sFtw2aZ1uAG5a6zUwEWzcWxpcedBzvj6zfhFJi2_VcMvFPiPU/s640/blogger-image-238120432.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>Horses. Horses are good. After the last show where Ms. Poppy decided she no longer does liverpools that has become my focus with her. I went out and bought a bunch of blue tarps and now several of my jumps have pseudo liver pools. I also bought an extra to keep in the horse trailer to bring to shows. I made the tarps scary and wide. One is hidden behind a gate. Another is under a wide airy oxer. The third she has seen under a tall vertical. The first time I kept the jumps small, 3 footish. My goal is to build her confidence and make these scary things become no big deal. So the idea is keep the jumps small at first and go up each ride as she gets more confident with the liverpools again. </div><div><br></div><div>The first time jumping the wide airy oxer with the tarp beneath she ran out left. I went right back to it, held the right rein and used the crop for encouragement. She went over but was reluctant. We kept jumping it until she no longer felt backed off. <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">She gave me no issue with the other oxer with the liverpool. The next ride although she didn't run out she again felt backed off. I was sure to ride up to it strong and jump it several times until she felt more confident. On Saturday I put the liverpool jumps up a hole each and now she is riding up nicely to them. I will continue to gradually go up and eventually move those tarps to different jumps to keep us both on our toes.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">My trainer had a couple people back out of the show this weekend so we aren't going. Maybe she can rally the troops for the next one in 2 weeks. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0gLjMMuBNEya4Rciy0K3pGNFSYpKkHh_dzp4R5q4iUhq6i0b4hWG_KyjhXP7qiAaU60RGYI0EAVCzJlWP-rdzOoiU1-W13b5Z_PseKFwhsVwxK9DMcFF0irrg1pX9XXXpUN4vRvH5wLTG/s640/blogger-image-1685691196.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0gLjMMuBNEya4Rciy0K3pGNFSYpKkHh_dzp4R5q4iUhq6i0b4hWG_KyjhXP7qiAaU60RGYI0EAVCzJlWP-rdzOoiU1-W13b5Z_PseKFwhsVwxK9DMcFF0irrg1pX9XXXpUN4vRvH5wLTG/s640/blogger-image-1685691196.jpg"></a></div><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7234412011504408480.post-74545740443463565232015-04-30T11:19:00.001-04:002015-04-30T11:42:37.797-04:00I Can't Think of a Title<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP0gr4M35z8bVAI23pK7moul3U9_ri9L7xGhRxKqpKRfncaPZa2bihR3Fs0SaTbdvs8ar8nPer3tVghm95W2I_3LlkwrP8AvpPyOH8185wCI_KJknKKHrJN9M5JpMREDpn7JcPR0Z_bJ-_/s640/blogger-image-2027314526.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP0gr4M35z8bVAI23pK7moul3U9_ri9L7xGhRxKqpKRfncaPZa2bihR3Fs0SaTbdvs8ar8nPer3tVghm95W2I_3LlkwrP8AvpPyOH8185wCI_KJknKKHrJN9M5JpMREDpn7JcPR0Z_bJ-_/s640/blogger-image-2027314526.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div>My blog silence is purposeful. It's one thing to have things with the horse going crappy whether it be training issues, lameness, or colic. I can write about those things. What I am currently sad about I can't blog about. Maybe down the road but not now. <div><br></div><div>This doesn't mean I am done blogging. Maybe I am pausing. Maybe a break. I don't know. When I can write something more meaningful than "everything sucks right now" I will.</div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Life has a funny way of working out so I'm sure I will be back and better than before.</span></div><div><br></div><div>For now here are some photos from Poppy's last show.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Rb9ACOHsiKctiHiizG7tGYgPf7XrMdnbCCn4my6rdYCK0aT_83ydsQc62O4LFyD4cq-mbxgOmvjVc5DXItUurmWHNvFgx1pIGPqF0qAHAoagGHLO0TY_-nwp21LAYxkwF2WhoIu8Iwfr/s640/blogger-image--1863151330.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Rb9ACOHsiKctiHiizG7tGYgPf7XrMdnbCCn4my6rdYCK0aT_83ydsQc62O4LFyD4cq-mbxgOmvjVc5DXItUurmWHNvFgx1pIGPqF0qAHAoagGHLO0TY_-nwp21LAYxkwF2WhoIu8Iwfr/s640/blogger-image--1863151330.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Warm up ring</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5U03HOLqo8zxXOVWr0eF06Tjve7xGUPzG68xIqcFz0cjX1QPNmHmx5wfE5tGdVJX7CJExyJFfIsip4gApMj8To7dULzz9P8zRM_4ahk_antyJE9vrSISLp-1lJX-Emx4ur8yAr3motVQ2/s640/blogger-image--776485413.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5U03HOLqo8zxXOVWr0eF06Tjve7xGUPzG68xIqcFz0cjX1QPNmHmx5wfE5tGdVJX7CJExyJFfIsip4gApMj8To7dULzz9P8zRM_4ahk_antyJE9vrSISLp-1lJX-Emx4ur8yAr3motVQ2/s640/blogger-image--776485413.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7234412011504408480.post-5680498264161269342015-04-23T22:51:00.001-04:002015-04-23T22:51:37.421-04:00When It Rains, It PoursI appreciate all of your encouraging comments about my horse show last weekend. I was looking forward to moving on this week and getting to ride the baby Monster. Tuesday he came in from his paddock with some puffiness in his front left leg. By the time I got home from work it was puffier, had heat, and he was lame. I cold hosed it, poulticed it, and turned him out. Since he was just a bit off I wanted him moving around to keep the swelling down. <div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQDhPJETf5k3NC_XCjMr7MmNAtknRV16lJihpD4-8TIwd5o2yPcQDcLQwyjT4Sm8hsA4O_VreQ0JlsPoe1_0wWbgJ3m2VAUBHqlViihHqEOYQRBLW8LnZyiQ1W3bCR3SZSy2wo0mgrALeL/s640/blogger-image--1759799854.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQDhPJETf5k3NC_XCjMr7MmNAtknRV16lJihpD4-8TIwd5o2yPcQDcLQwyjT4Sm8hsA4O_VreQ0JlsPoe1_0wWbgJ3m2VAUBHqlViihHqEOYQRBLW8LnZyiQ1W3bCR3SZSy2wo0mgrALeL/s640/blogger-image--1759799854.jpg"></a></div><div><br></div><div>While I re-poulticed it Wednesday morning I noticed Poppy wasn't eating. She didn't touch her feed or hay. The Marshmallow never<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> turns down food! Sometimes she will eat a little grain then devour her hay and finish the grain later. Not this morning. She just stood quietly in the back of her stall. I texted my vet and she told me to go ahead and give her Banamine. I took away her grain and hay and gave her the meds. She wasn't distressed or acting like she was in pain. She would even take a treat. My vet told me after awhile to give her an oily bran mash. She ate that and pooped shortly after. That was it for poop for the rest of the day though. That afternoon my vet said to turn her out on the grass and see if she would drink while out. She did and she happily grazed. For dinner she got another oily bran mash and I kept an eye on her all night to make sure she didn't make a turn for the worse. 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She ate her hay and continued to have normal bowels all day. She didn't drink as much as I would like though. Another oily bran mash for dinner, out on the grass, and a little hay. I will watch her again tonight but thankfully she is much better.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It is heartbreaking to see our fur babies hurt or not feeling well. This week was a double whammy but I am thankful both horses seem to be on the mend. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7234412011504408480.post-26541039324586738282015-04-21T10:47:00.001-04:002015-04-21T10:47:25.173-04:00Where Do We Go From Here?<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqLsS7Xh7I2ATWrjVuymYs9Em5KTeV_ixd7Nm9aCfDqFMIDqMgN0EeC5dspn8-pZWsm6yMbnxTKaY4J_LJ-RoP6i-taylHhZuMM41XxgpvnqVjjV9MKzrU5vVRbUgfL49uncRQL82NkfxN/s640/blogger-image-199539315.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqLsS7Xh7I2ATWrjVuymYs9Em5KTeV_ixd7Nm9aCfDqFMIDqMgN0EeC5dspn8-pZWsm6yMbnxTKaY4J_LJ-RoP6i-taylHhZuMM41XxgpvnqVjjV9MKzrU5vVRbUgfL49uncRQL82NkfxN/s640/blogger-image-199539315.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I probably could have gone into far more detail in yeaterday's post and even given more insight but I chose not to. I truly want to move on. I don't see the point of dissecting a bad show to pieces when we have had tons of good shows. Amazing shows. What I do want to do is take what I learned and fix it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">What did I learn? My mare can jump 1.20m with room to spare. I also learned she isn't confident enough yet at that height to jump anyway when something is spooky. At the lower heights she was confident enough to way over jump the scary liverpool.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So how do I fix this? I give her confidence. If you guessed that every one of my jumps at home will likely have a liverpool or liverpoolish thing under it you are correct. Will I drill her? No. I will simply expose her to lots of things so they aren't a big deal and then we will practice them at the bigger heights. Will she stop again at a show? Possibly. At our next show (which is in May) I will ride her like she might stop. If I am confident she will learn to be too. And that's it. We won't dwell. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">She finally will take a treat from me again. Like I said yesterday we are both beat up emotionally. It's been a long time s<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">ince I've had to play the bad guy with her. I haven't needed to and I got too comfortable. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Poppy will have part of this week off so we can both have a break and then we will get back at it. In the meantime baby has a clinic to get ready for!</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7234412011504408480.post-20634963766685534162015-04-20T10:13:00.001-04:002015-04-20T10:40:02.109-04:00The Learning ExperienceWell we survived the show and moving up to the Low Amateur Owner Jumpers. We are a little banged up. A little frustrated. A little wiser.<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicoGqzdg9MaxDOGzEGOi0aDyFl9isVUiDajV5SGwI7EuyFVRD8K6NpOzYiJ2wPgwetS4zEHH5ZGLm3S4GAIOoNaX4gquSsD9UHs-ftfn9NS4bI6NFauJ1TngLMgdcx7aiMkTFInPi0VVW5/s640/blogger-image-1304978267.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicoGqzdg9MaxDOGzEGOi0aDyFl9isVUiDajV5SGwI7EuyFVRD8K6NpOzYiJ2wPgwetS4zEHH5ZGLm3S4GAIOoNaX4gquSsD9UHs-ftfn9NS4bI6NFauJ1TngLMgdcx7aiMkTFInPi0VVW5/s640/blogger-image-1304978267.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>We started out Friday with using the 1.15m as our warm up. It was a combined $500 1.15 or 1.20m class. I didn't want to start at the 1.20 yet and chose the 1.15 to get in the ring after a month off from showing. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div><div> Poppy was perfect. The first round 80 second time allowed was tight and even as fast as she is we finished just under that. Many did not. In the jump off I practiced my speed and tightening up my turns. We ended up winning the class and I was thrilled. It felt like a great way to set the tone for moving up on Saturday.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHpAjfxiQktH7JxCN-MBW83xQegt1mDq_mUm0wJcrfye5CVA1G170n0r5z6whxr_9V1Z4MueUWOsCu07jwhVGuessqBDt5WTOeKjUFysxDqfJ51YUyURmOqaoDfEZK8N4l0D-qxAFxSC7z/s640/blogger-image--1056577864.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHpAjfxiQktH7JxCN-MBW83xQegt1mDq_mUm0wJcrfye5CVA1G170n0r5z6whxr_9V1Z4MueUWOsCu07jwhVGuessqBDt5WTOeKjUFysxDqfJ51YUyURmOqaoDfEZK8N4l0D-qxAFxSC7z/s640/blogger-image--1056577864.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Saturday I entered the Low Amateur Owner Jumpers which were set at 1.20m. I don't have the course for that because after I walked the course they changed it and I had to learn my new course standing at the in gate. It was a power and speed class (table IIc). I felt ready. She jumped the power phase beautifully. The first jump of the speed phase was a liverpool. Apparently we don't jump liverpools anymore and she said hell no complete with rearing. 2 refusals and we were excused. I had to get her around. There was a 1.10m class later so we entered that. Trainer got me a bigger whip and we practiced in the warm up ring with a cooler under an oxer. Poppy turned into the fire breathing dragon. Rearing, leaping, etc. My apologies to those I about ran over as she ran around out of control in the warm up ring. I emphasized the point to her that refusing was not allowed and we went in the 1.10m. She stopped again. Second try I gave her the option of over or through and she smartly chose over and we finished the course. We have been jumping liverpools for a couple of years now. This was not ok. Poppy and I went back to the barn both exhausted and frustrated. In all her antics she also stepped on her heel and cut it open. I doctored that, cleaned her up, and went back to the drawing board. She also barely touched her dinner that night. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz0VnQ6Xs2lDJ0vhKdU3lRSjD-CaxJt2tLPh44-z8JfaGKZEGnsByZ1bXcMd6PuPOYwNZ7ETqxlTPpTFIz02I-Hp1Uc7vgGqqSTgJ-tLZdY8hW7aO9m9mZEky2z3ruPb8QjBBoQ7RAEtNm/s640/blogger-image--894954880.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz0VnQ6Xs2lDJ0vhKdU3lRSjD-CaxJt2tLPh44-z8JfaGKZEGnsByZ1bXcMd6PuPOYwNZ7ETqxlTPpTFIz02I-Hp1Uc7vgGqqSTgJ-tLZdY8hW7aO9m9mZEky2z3ruPb8QjBBoQ7RAEtNm/s640/blogger-image--894954880.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Trainer and I concluded that she is being her difficult self. We had these issues when we first moved up to the Adult Jumpers. I have to not trust her and over ride. There was no way I was going to do the Classic Sunday at 1.25m. Thankfully they added a 1.15m class and I did that. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSU8VPRW4UnX-8-yXXibB_ZEVF-hlPtOlyjbIIOUcuZz8MDJ830okl2Gj1n3vVXFrkK1jBPiLT7rARkjrKhozm5TF2Mwx6wnx06Eqv5tOF0x2S40YECVn1_eVYCZJlY9cXH2VoHQMEgHFE/s640/blogger-image-1432663981.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSU8VPRW4UnX-8-yXXibB_ZEVF-hlPtOlyjbIIOUcuZz8MDJ830okl2Gj1n3vVXFrkK1jBPiLT7rARkjrKhozm5TF2Mwx6wnx06Eqv5tOF0x2S40YECVn1_eVYCZJlY9cXH2VoHQMEgHFE/s640/blogger-image-1432663981.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Again she stopped out at the liverpool. I didn't want to try again and trainer didn't give me the option. This show does red/blue rounds so I could go back in for that. Again out to the warm up ring to emphasize no stopping. Over or through. We went in and I let her know I was pissed. Spurs in her side and off we went. The line with the Liverpool was a 6 stride. We did 5. I rode hard to every fucking jump. We finished clear. We felt defeated but we finished. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Back at the barn she wouldn't eat her treats and also didn't finish breakfast. We are off our game but we will fix this. The height was not an issue for her. She is scopey and 1.20m is easy for her. I will work on building her confidence though so she believes that. She feels great but I will also have my vet check her and make sure she isn't sore anywhere and need some m<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">aintenance. We will work through this.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7234412011504408480.post-34997967343846745012015-04-16T12:40:00.001-04:002015-04-16T12:58:17.311-04:00Ready....Ok Maybe Not!It's been a hectic week. Work has been crazy so I have been frantic in the evenings to ride before sunset and it is leaving time for little else. Like blogging. I appreciate your feedback on my Horse Showing series and will continue to do those.<div><br></div><div>So you know how I've whined about wanting to move up and why am I not moving up?? Trainer said I can move up this weekend and now I want to throw up and I am completely panicked. I am having a case of the "I can'ts." I can't jump 1.25m! How do I go from 1.15m (3'9'') to 1.25 (4'1''). 4 inches doesn't sound like much but fucking sounds ridiculous to me right now. And the oxer spreads get wider. </div><div><br></div><div><img src="webkit-fake-url://c77a3900-0e26-4ff4-81b7-c12d08f6f1b1/imagegif"></div><div><br></div><div>I wasn't planning to show Friday but now I am. So here I sit stuck at work, trailer isn't packed or even hooked up. I have a shitload of stuff to do when I get home and now I am freaking about moving up.</div><div><br></div><div>So stayed tuned to see what happens with this shit storm. I'll try to update on IG (luvjumperlife)! If it does not go well the pics might be of wine. 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<span style="font-family: 'EamesCenturyModern'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">a. Formal </span><span style="font-family: 'EamesCenturyModern'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">Jumper </span><span style="font-family: 'EamesCenturyModern'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">Attire. </span><span style="font-family: 'EamesCenturyModern'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">Dark, muted or similar colored, or red </span><span style="font-family: 'EamesCenturyModern'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">(scarlet) coats are
</span><span style="font-family: 'EamesCenturyModern'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">required</span><span style="font-family: 'EamesCenturyModern'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">; </span><span style="font-family: 'EamesCenturyModern'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">team or sponsored coats of different colors are also permitted; </span><span style="font-family: 'EamesCenturyModern'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">white or
fawn breeches; a white tie, choker </span><span style="font-family: 'EamesCenturyModern'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">(unless the shirt, by design, has the chocker built
in for its intended use) </span><span style="font-family: 'EamesCenturyModern'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">or hunting stock, and a white or lightly colored shirt must
be worn. Shirts must have a white collar and white cuffs. </span><span style="font-family: 'EamesCenturyModern'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">Shirts must be fastened
at the neck and tucked into breeches. Boots are required. Half chaps are permitted
as long as the color matches the paddock boots being worn.</span><span style="font-family: 'EamesCenturyModern'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">Members of the Armed
Services or the police may wear the service dress uniform with protective head-
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<span style="font-family: 'EamesCenturyModern'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">b. </span><span style="font-family: 'EamesCenturyModern'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">Proper Jumper Attire. Coats of any color are required. Breeches must be light
color (white, fawn or canary). Pastel and dark colored breeches are not allowed.
Shirts, light in color, must be tucked into breeches and fastened at the top of the
neck. Ties or chokers of any color must be worn (unless the shirt, by design, has the
choker built in for its intended use). Boots are required. Half chaps are permitted as
long as the color matches the paddock boots being worn.
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<span style="font-family: 'EamesCenturyModern'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">c. </span><span style="font-family: 'EamesCenturyModern'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">Standard Jumper Attire. Coats are not required. Breeches of any color are permitted. Shirts (polo shirts are permitted) must have collars and sleeves (sleeves may
be either long or short), and must be tucked into breeches. Sleeveless shirts and
shirts with exposed hoods are prohibited. Boots are required. Half chaps are per-
mitted as long as the color matches the paddock boots being worn.
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<span style="font-family: 'EamesCenturyModern'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">d. </span><span style="font-family: 'EamesCenturyModern'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">In extreme weather conditions, the use of jackets, sweaters or raincoats can be
allowed by management and/or permission from the Jumper Judge/s. Permission
must be granted before entering the competition ring.<br>
</span><span style="font-family: 'EamesCenturyModern'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">e. </span><span style="font-family: 'EamesCenturyModern'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">In cases where the above requirements are not followed, the penalty will be
either a possible warning (for the first offence) or elimination. </span><span style="font-family: 'EamesCenturyModern'; font-size: 12.000000pt; font-style: italic;">BOD 1/12/14 Effective
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Sometimes I go a little more casual and wear a show shirt and no coat or a polo shirt.<br>
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The weather has been perfection which means I have been doing lots of riding.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Next Friday Poppy and I head to an AA show for some jumper fun. I don't know what we will be doing. I assume the High Adults but I need to sit down with trainer and discuss why I am not moving up. This is a good low key show for it too. Poppy has been good this week and we have had a couple great jump schools. I feel ready.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I have mailed off the check for Luxxx's first clinic on the 25th! Woo hoo! It is nearby and being taught by his breeder. Since they have a division for greenies I figured why not? It will be a good experience for him. So this means we need to continue our hard work. He is doing well with the latest consistent riding. Of course he has days where he relapses and forgets stuff. That's ok though. I am finding he does best without breaks. Typically I like to give babies lots of walking breaks to keep that brain from frying. For him he totally loses focus and has trouble regaining it. If I just continue working him and compensate with a shorter session he seems to thrive with this. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Lots of rain on the forecast for next week so we will see how much riding I get in. Happy Friday and Happy Riding!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7234412011504408480.post-21013969065656577172015-04-03T10:34:00.001-04:002015-04-03T10:34:33.626-04:00TOABH: Introspection<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxqh9LHisKElYWF-8Zwb9sx7hJN9Bd295z7j13hWJvfG7OnyixjwmHO4uERMThc7TQCKp9jDxxIo-O_ejIyR2WcmbZcpWMw8bz9EZyoFdpKRdsOi-t2S8fMVWVOVAc62rwTr2hPi6-P6Y4/s640/blogger-image--1678305638.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxqh9LHisKElYWF-8Zwb9sx7hJN9Bd295z7j13hWJvfG7OnyixjwmHO4uERMThc7TQCKp9jDxxIo-O_ejIyR2WcmbZcpWMw8bz9EZyoFdpKRdsOi-t2S8fMVWVOVAc62rwTr2hPi6-P6Y4/s640/blogger-image--1678305638.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="text-align: start; clear: both;"><b style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> Introspection</b></div><div class="separator" style="text-align: start; clear: both;"><b style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">What would your horse change about you?</b></div><div class="separator" style="text-align: start; clear: both;"><b style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></b></div><div class="separator" style="text-align: start; clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Poppy would probably ask that I make decisions earlier to the jumps. Something like "can you please not decide to whoa at the last minute so I have to pull a magic trick out of my ass to jump clean?"</span></div><div class="separator" style="text-align: start; clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="text-align: start; clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkipazpvBSz4SG2PI9g7Wkxa1i_YV_7QrXtlauOmDrGLxZvC-cJmeXO5OYXstChYnJKf9NZzLylRIs4rXsRaqCVk7hmMhyphenhyphenpfGYPMfE6_F_1frnglL8kV8AT_BCbuoX4XVwlM29kWwuZe3T/s640/blogger-image-1118168628.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkipazpvBSz4SG2PI9g7Wkxa1i_YV_7QrXtlauOmDrGLxZvC-cJmeXO5OYXstChYnJKf9NZzLylRIs4rXsRaqCVk7hmMhyphenhyphenpfGYPMfE6_F_1frnglL8kV8AT_BCbuoX4XVwlM29kWwuZe3T/s640/blogger-image-1118168628.jpg"></a></div></div>I posted this photo recently and as usual Poppy looks great. The reality of this jump is I had a really bad distance to it. She covered it amazingly. So I think she'd ask me to make my decision earlier just as my trainer preaches to me. She would also tell me to feed her more. Well she really does tell me this every evening as she gobbles up her 1/4 scoop of grain and proceeds to bang on her feed bucket. I'm trying to keep the Marshmallow's roundness under control...</span></div><div class="separator" style="text-align: start; clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="text-align: start; clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Luxxx would probably have a list of things to change around the barn but maybe not so much about me specifically yet as he is at the beginning of our riding journey. He likes to be ridden but I think just for the attention. He might ask "can we just park and not work? Maybe watch the dogs play, that's my favoritest." So that's probably it, he would ask me for more attention and stop telling him no. I do feel like on the ground I am always telling him no or correcting him. So I am working on spending more time giving kisses and petting so all our interactions aren't "work."</span></div><div class="separator" style="text-align: start; clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="text-align: start; clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3InfSff0o2ws7la85RQUYy6ikMK-B0rV6HGCdwHo4LHqX1LAdo_rKVgDQV4w5P4w6FwoEOUU17zoKbjaxYBJpzwXqbq-agkR3CLwxIscy0QaP7vWB5ukfez9bdAwD_S55tZI15ZwrtFjN/s640/blogger-image-265494025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3InfSff0o2ws7la85RQUYy6ikMK-B0rV6HGCdwHo4LHqX1LAdo_rKVgDQV4w5P4w6FwoEOUU17zoKbjaxYBJpzwXqbq-agkR3CLwxIscy0QaP7vWB5ukfez9bdAwD_S55tZI15ZwrtFjN/s640/blogger-image-265494025.jpg"></a></div>That face though...</span></div><div class="separator" style="text-align: start; clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7234412011504408480.post-6212102663764841652015-04-02T13:43:00.001-04:002015-04-02T13:43:32.302-04:00Googly Eyes & TBTI swear one of these days I will bribe someone to come over and help me take proper pictures and video of this boy!<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR3J1qMfuqPzv4BspAOZsuSYTu7w3S3Ody68qaoybv5J_5HuSz3D7pl820TkbPZOjr2NKaBThyvUoWQU_c59INtJ9GTfLczrULgRwd2y7H7RAQ-x5DAsWZGxUKwLlYZJdxPNubs-m2uN9o/s640/blogger-image--403028068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR3J1qMfuqPzv4BspAOZsuSYTu7w3S3Ody68qaoybv5J_5HuSz3D7pl820TkbPZOjr2NKaBThyvUoWQU_c59INtJ9GTfLczrULgRwd2y7H7RAQ-x5DAsWZGxUKwLlYZJdxPNubs-m2uN9o/s640/blogger-image--403028068.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWebaUCBW2XYIOypSzAo5iN9DHzzbgZDn0Ym6UwakwK7ktluR3rjkHzvXOrqtUUNs2J52ow2nsGzIgxe_fxzzBXbt8-D9uf6n9Dg2-VdG3kZ_Px_hLtnZX5wLapmvEhl7NO2LG8cBeFpor/s640/blogger-image-1926518347.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWebaUCBW2XYIOypSzAo5iN9DHzzbgZDn0Ym6UwakwK7ktluR3rjkHzvXOrqtUUNs2J52ow2nsGzIgxe_fxzzBXbt8-D9uf6n9Dg2-VdG3kZ_Px_hLtnZX5wLapmvEhl7NO2LG8cBeFpor/s640/blogger-image-1926518347.jpg"></a></div></div>Taken April 2015</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFOBP952iEqMjwj9HyjfBquIc8MHhVc76TLDQn19s2vsiSZisW3rSHkr7Os8hFAn8nOQa12FwzoQ3QJIY4Y-z8k89hMI3WiYan57kJi_O0HLmpDxGPy7ewGf-keRSxsstmufdIxRg_Qj_9/s640/blogger-image-102889560.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFOBP952iEqMjwj9HyjfBquIc8MHhVc76TLDQn19s2vsiSZisW3rSHkr7Os8hFAn8nOQa12FwzoQ3QJIY4Y-z8k89hMI3WiYan57kJi_O0HLmpDxGPy7ewGf-keRSxsstmufdIxRg_Qj_9/s640/blogger-image-102889560.jpg"></a></div>Taken April 2014</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I think he is such a baby until I look at photos from last year. 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