Saturday, June 25, 2011

Blacksmith or pig farrier?

I'm alive. Busy but alive. 10-11 pm is usually my home time these days so sleeping and eating takes higher priority than blogging unfortunately.
With competition in full swing I have been putting on sliding plates and barrel rims so much I dream about them. No really I do dream about feet. I wake up paring soles but there's no foot in my hand. It's unnerving.
luckily I leave in less than a week for a 10 day vacation, THANK GOODNESS!

Going to so many different barns I see crazy things that people do with their horses. I've learned to nod and accept whatever people are doing with their horses (unless neglect/inhumanely being handled, obviously). In the last couple months I've seen some strraannnngggeee stuff in barns and on the way to or from them.

Like the other day I'm at this guys barn. Hes probably in his 50's and has a couple ponies and draft crosses. I'm trimming and hes carrying on about who knows what. Then he pipes up "I ain't got no pasture. They have that pen but it's all dirt so I tie them there to that tire with a logging chain and some rope." I respond without looking over "Oh yeah?", ignoring the point thats a little 1920's. He points and sure enough is this huge tractor tire in the grass on the other side of the barn. He went on to explain how the horses figure out the rope eventually, which I am sure they would. None of them had any marks on their legs from being tangled up or anything. The guy was dead serious too because as I was leaving he clipped the horse to the tire and let him graze. I had to snicker because just a week before a friend of mine was talking about her childhood pony and how they used to tie him to a tire or tree to let him graze but she didn't tell many people because they thought it was crazy to do that to a horse. Each to his own I guess.

Then there's this billy goat. So I am driving to a barn and along the highway I see this lady and what I assume is a large golden retriever. By the long tan hair and size of the animal the lady looked to be walking her dog along the highway. She slapped it on the rump just as I was coming upon them. The "dog" rears it's large curly horned head in an obvious tiff, turns around and starts chasing the girl who turns on her heel and high tails it down the side of the road, billy goat in hot, furious pursuit. I flew right past them, quickly looking in the rear view mirror and said out loud "Did I just see that!?". The girl was still running but the goat was slowing down, tossing it's head as if to say to the lady "That is for interrupting my meal!". It had probably been loose from the house in the direction they were running. Really random, but something only I would see in a days work.

Then last week I had the strangest request. I am at this barn a couple towns over trimming two horses and shoeing one. They had a daughter about 5 years old or so and she had this pet potbellied pig they just got. Miss piggy was so long in the toe and walking on her pasterns from years of neglect with the previous owners care. In other words she was in dire need of a mani/pedi. You can guess what I am getting at. I trimmed and shod the horses the owner pipes up and asks me to trim said pig. I shrug my shoulders "suuuure, why not".

Now potbellied pigs can be nice, or mean depending on how they are treated and trained (just like donkeys I find) this one was quite friendly and knew a few tricks including how to sit, lie down and play dead. If they are trained properly you can also pick their feet up and trim them similar to a horses feet, as their feet are alike in structure (minus the cloven part).

So anyways this pig was a sucker for belly scratches but was not having me handling it's feet. So I did what I had to for a pig in dire need of a trim: flipped her on her back and stood over her so she couldn't flail.
This is where I wished I had a pair of earplugs with me. Miss piggy starts weeing and WEEING and oh my gosh, WEEING the most earsplitting, your killing the pig, cry and I hadn't even touched her with the nippers yet.

About 5-10 minutes later her toes were back to where they should have been minus our ear drums. The little girl who owned piggy bends over as I am flipping her and exclaims to her pig "See, doesn't that feel better?" no sooner had those words come out of her mouth did the pig flip over in a blind rage and barrel between her young owners legs, sending her reeling over backwards right on her butt, unharmed. Miss piggy decided a rampage was in order to tell the world of the disgust in getting her feet trimmed. Water and food dishes were flipped, toys tossed and lots of grunting and disgusted squealing. Piggy's little owner stands up, completely disheveled "My pig, I can't believe my pig did that to me." Up to this point I had kept a strait face but I couldn't anymore. I cracked and started laughing.

The whole scenario was humorous and kept me grinning the rest of the night.
We just needed a banjo playing to complete the mood.

Monday, June 13, 2011

Re-run: Scene of a murder

Re-run's will be of the blogs most commented/favorite posts that I will re-post periodically.

Probably an all time blog favorite I have had a request for this funny post a few times.
Wile Indigo has not had the virtue of stealing any more slushies, she has done her share of expanding her palate at my own snack's cost. Enjoy.


Sometimes when I am done my barns on the way back to ride my own beastie I stop by a local diner and get my favorite: sweet potato fries and a slushie. I finished the fries but still had the slushie left. Oh how I love their red slushies. Apparently someone else does too.

I went into the barnyard today and quickly noticed a T-post that held the electric fencing up was falling over. I put my red slush on the old silo foundation and went to fixing fence. It didn't take long and the fence was standing up strait again, but wile my back was turned someone killed my whole slushie in seconds. I was mortified at the scene left (not to mention being left with an unsatisfied sweet tooth)

Exhibit A
Empty cup once containing said slushie. Straw carelessly tossed aside.

Exhibit B

Suspicious red stains.

Exhibit C

Lip smacking that only a red slushie could be the cause of.

The criminal?
Plead guilty of course.
Also asked for more red slushie. The nerve!

Horses now know how to use straws, I am completely sure of it.

We are doomed.

Friday, June 3, 2011

Time, ambition or lack therof

It finally stopped raining (I know someone slap me for saying that word). Most places are dried up but we are gonna get more next week according to the weather network.
I am so sick of mud and rain.
The bugs this year are the worst I have seen this time of year.
Every year on the dot it seems the may 24 weekend the bugs come out. Normally this time of year a quick wipe with some fly repellent and you are good all day. Not this year, oooh no. These flies are back with a vengeance. Sheba and Indigo have been hiding in the shed the last week. They eat their hay and skitter on over to hide in the darkness.
The flies usually aren't this bad until July-ish. First we have sturgeon flies, then fish flies then mosquitoes and last but not least the biting flies.
Driving Indigo yesterday we got completely eaten alive by mosquitoes. They are everywhere. I am really not looking forward to this fly season if it is already this bad.

One instructor quit at my therapeutic barn. I got extra hours. Although more time=more money I am not quite sure more time is available without me pulling hair. They gave me the other instructors hours. Plus now that the mud has seemed to clear up a little people are popping out of the woodwork for shoes. Horses are almost two months behind on training and conditioning because people can't ride in the mud. Reiners need sliding plates, barrel racers want rim shoes for traction, trail horses want caulks. This plus 4-H in our area. I am the only real leader. I have another girl who helps out and wile she does a phenomenal job I desperately need another leader who knows horses and can help me lead the club and teach these kids good horsemanship skills. We were supposed to have a car wash this Saturday but I had something like 4 or 5 kids showing up. I don't think so! I can go riding any time I want so it doesn't hurt me if they don't make the money for their year end trip. If these kids want their big trail ride they are going to darn well show up and do some fund raising.

I have so much to do here before I leave the first week of July for a little trip. I can't seem to find the ambition to do it. Since moving back home from Oklahoma 4 of my good close friends have moved 3 to 10 hours away. I feel like I get up in the morning, feed horses, ride horses, do stalls, ride more horses, drive/ride Indigo, trim horses, shoe horses, go home eat, internet, internet, play with dog, internet (note: should be cleaning or doing something mildly productive) sleep, rinse repeat. I need more random time in there for some non-horse related fun with friends but it's proving hard when no ones around or available. This summer looks like it's going to be a very boring one.

Now a word from the spotty horse:

"O hai"

"Something for me?"

"A cookie you say?"

"If you insist"


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