The busy life doesn't seem to be ending any time soon. And I'm okay with that. Life is fucking awesome.
The old monster has been a little bit of an asshole lately, primarily when we're alone. He's been wearing his sassy pants when I've tried to work him in the ring and wearing his spooky brain when I've tried taking him on the trails. Repetition and work are all he needs, along with some juice for that right front. Vet is due out in August, so we'll get all the joints addressed and make Mr. Sassy Brain Dead Britches comfortable again.
The Big Orange Booty is actually lame on his front end, particularly the right. We thought hot nail, embedded clip, abscess, etc. No digital pulse, no heat, and improvement when the farrier pulled his shoes. So the idea now is to slather his delicate little feets in the Keratex that Sarah sent me (thank you again!) and keep him barefoot until the sole toughens up a bit. Or the next farrier visit. This is an okay time for him to be lame, even if I had to reschedule a jump lesson with The Eventer for later this month. And that rescheduling allowed me to go on a...
I went up and hung out with Hillary at Chatt Hills on Saturday. If she can drive eight hours with a trailer, I can definitely drive four with some podcasts. Current recommendations: The Smartest Man in the World (fucking awesome liberal feminist) and the Savage Love podcast. It was great to see her, to meet her friends and her new puppy, to hang out in a show environment with absolutely no pressure to show, and to get to take photos. All the photos. Even if I lost $20 and was sweating so much that it looked like I peed myself.
|She has the best barn dogs.|
|I wanna show here one day!|
We had a party at one barn buddy's house yesterday. She's got a pool overlooking the river. It was five equestrian women who ride together and our significant others. Beer, fresh crabs from the river (I set mine free), snacks and pizza. Conversation and swimming and joking and, of course, talking about horses. The horses we own, the horses we want, the horses we knew. I could have stayed there all night.
|The view from her dock.|
|One of the two crabs I set free.|