Sunday, January 17, 2010

The Good Life

My fellow blogger Rude1 has a great post which explores the very real differnce between living in the country or the city.

I grew up a city boy. There is no denying that fact. Yet, somehow, I always a felt a little out of place. There was a yearning for wide open spaces.

While having not achieved the goal of being "independently wealthy", and thus having the spread in the "middle of nowhere", I have reached a satisfying compromise. We live in a small town (one friend described it as "Mayberry"), while being within reasonable driving distance of the Seattle metro area, which provides the income to for the family BR to live the good life.

I'm not saying one lifestyle is better than the other, it's just a case of individual needs.

Monday, January 11, 2010

Update on Smokey

It would appear that old MoJo is on the mend. The swelling is gone, and he is no longer limping. He's even been spotted trotting around his paddock. Time to get the farrier out to put the shoe back on that foot. He clearly hasn't been too hurt to roll in the mud:

Since he was a little tender footed after pulling the shoe, I bought this contraption called a Hoof Wrap. It consists of a foam pad for the bottom of the foot, and a wrap with numerous velcro straps. I honestly thought that it wouldn't last a day before getting sucked off in the mud. To my surprise, it took him a week to get it off. The interesting thing is that it was torn down the back. I can't figure that one out, since it was on a back foot. Oh well, it served it's purpose, and I'll probably purchase a replacement, just for the sake of having one on hand.

I'm going to wait a few more weeks before riding again. No point in pushing him too fast, too soon.

I climbed up on the roof to pull down the Christmas lights yesterday. I know, I know...but better late than never, right? While I was up there, I snapped this photo of Mt. Rainier:

The sight of The Mountain is one that I never tire of.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010


In the comments on the post "Horse Injuries Don't Take Holidays Part II", Gordon, from A Political Glimpse from Ireland, left the following:

"There's a reason why, despite the romantic lure it has for me, that I don't keep livestock. I miss the rewards, but I think I might not be the best caretaker."

I wish there were more people who thought like that.

Equus Caballus holds a special place in the hearts and minds of many American's. They are majestic, intelligent animals, and were an integral part of the "taming of the west". Prior to the invention of the internal combustion engine, they were the automobile, the semi, the tractor, and the postal jeep. Even today, the power generated by man-made machinery is measured against the "horsepower" standard.

I have two consistent grievances with my fellow horse owners. The first is willing failure to properly care for the animals (I hope there is a special place in hell reserved for these people). The second is lacking the common sense to educate oneself. Which in some cases can lead to the first condition. Many of these people are well intentioned, but are either too stubborn, or perhaps too stupid to do a little research.

Make no mistake, owning a horse is vastly different from owning dogs or cats. Their digestive systems are complex and sensitive. Sudden changes in diet, too much grass, or too much grain can lead to serious illnesses, and even death. Consistent hoof care is required, and is not inexpensive. Like children, they're accident prone. Injures can, and often do, require constant attention. There is no equine 911. You must be capable of triaging injuries, and rendering immediate first aid. If you are fortunate enough to have a vet that will answer the phone 24/7, there is still a finite period of time before they will arrive on site.

Five years ago, had you told me that I would own horses, I would have recommended you seek medical attention for your obvious head injury. Therefore, bear in mind that, as horse people go, I'm still a newbie. I do not have the decades of experience that real cowpokes do. I can only envy the knowledge and skill that comes from those years of experience, particularly in light of the things I've been through in my four short years of my horse ownership.

I've spent a long cold night in the barn with a colicking horse. Helped wrestle the corpse of a dead mare out of the stall where she had to be put to sleep following a severe stroke. Shoveled tons of horse puckey in the driving rain. Vaccinated horses.

I've trudged back to the paddocks on dark snowy nights, to catch a sick mare who did not want to be caught, for the purpose of giving her penicillin shots and forcing an array of medicine down her throat. That she did not want to take. I was mixing the medication in applesauce that was freezing as quick as I could pour it. She felt like hell, and was as tired of being caught and medicated, as I was of catching and medicating her. Yet every night there we were, performing the "medicine dance" in the barn.

I've been bucked off, reared off, fallen off, and jumped off. I've not yet been kicked, but not for lack of effort. I've stood my ground to prevent a running horse from getting past me. I've progressed from being afraid to let my horse trot, to enjoying a pleasure and freedom which can only be experienced while riding a horse at a dead run. I went through periods where I was convinced that learning to ride a horse was not something I was capable of.

I've learned patience. Trust. Balance. The art of keeping the horse between me and the ground. Found that brains can in fact overcome brawn. How else could a 170 lb man push a 1000 lb horse around on the ground?

I suppose, after reading the above, one might conclude that I am trying to discourage horse ownership. To the contrary, I have at times wondered how I went through the first 39 years of my life without realizing what I was missing. But, I do believe that things happen for a reason, and only when the time is right. I would not trade one single experience that horses have provided me. Well, maybe I could have done without the second dirt landing after being reared off twice in two minutes. Even in that, there was a life lesson.

Whatever you choose to do in life, educate yourself. Delight in and learn from every experience. At the risk of sounding cliche, life is short. You might not be here tomorrow, and, when you are standing in line at the Pearly Gates, there will be no place for regrets, and limited odds for a a second chance.

Friday, January 1, 2010

Happy New Year!

While there seems to be a general sentiment that the passing of 2009 is a good thing, I must admit that, from a personal standpoint, last year was a good one.

I started a new job, with all the uncertaintly and trepidition that accompanies such changes. To my pleasant surprise, it turns out that I could not have made a better decision, both personally, and professionally.

I learned that starting young horses is perhaps not for me. While it took three hard landings in the dirt, I escaped with little more than a bruised ego. While success may have not turned out the way I envisioned it, I did learn more about horses, and my own limitations, thus I do not chalk the experience up to complete failure.

I still have a wonderful family, good friends, and my health.

Politically, the year was not so good. I do fear, however, that we "ain't seen nothin' yet". Perhaps elections in the fall will help place the powers that be in check. I'm not certain that I have the confidence in my fellow citizenry that it would take to be overly optimistic in that area.

But, all things considered, while we may be a bit bruised and battered, we still live in the greatest nation on earth.

Happy New Year, all!