Are we freaked out enough about this awful EHV-1 virus yet?
Of course I showed my mare for the first time last Sunday. What was I doing? Cutting. Had any of the horses there been to Utah? I don't know.
This is a small, regional club. One group comes from a pretty competitive, polished barn up north from me.Their trainer and a few of his non-pros could have been in Utah, but the rest of us are pretty much local gunzels.
I'm still worried.
I'm in the middle of working out the logistics of taking on a horse rescue gone hoarder. It's a heartbreaking mess and is going to take months of case building to get anything done. Someday I'll be able to share this, but not yet. Nothing in the rescue world is ever black and white.
I was dinking with my widgets and my followers disappeared. Anybody know where they went? I miss them terribly.
I have some more thoughts on the confusion of the potential cruelty of misguided love for horses and the kindness that can come from what some would consider cruel treatment.
I've been writing a lot about my goofy mare and dealing with her fear.
This past weekend I went to a cutting horse competition. I entered two classes. My friend Kathy came with and we brought her horse Rosie.
Rosie is the other half of the "bad mares in love" situation I've had going on. Madonna and Rosie have fallen into a very unhealthy love. They are BFF's and only have eyes for each other.
They live together and can't breathe without each other. While I've been battling the
enabling relationship they have developed Kathy has been, well, letting Rosie be a bone head.
She is finally getting either sick of it, or embarrassed, and decided to leave Rosie tied to the trailer for the day.
I kept Madonna in the arena, out of Rosie's sight for eight hours. As a matter of fact, I sat on her all day. So Madonna whinnied and fretted in the arena and Rosie whinnied and fretted and dug a hole to China tied to the trailer.
No food, no water, no pity, for either of them.
Pretty rotten of us, yes?
Here's the thing. Madonna fussed and fretted most of the day. We blew our first class. I loped, trotted and walked her in the warm-up, alternating with frequent rests while we watched the action.She and Rosie cried back and forth every time the arena door was opened to change cattle.
By the end of the day Madonna was standing still, dozing, with her hip cocked.
We went in for our last run and placed in the money.
I got down, loosened her cinch and we went back to Rosie. They got to go home to dinner.
We went riding yesterday.Madonna and Rosie were very well behaved. I took Madonna back to the trailer and Rosie stayed in the arena alone. Not a peep out of either one. I saddled Odie(formerly known as Leeland)and left Madonna tied at the trailer alone.
No whinnies, no anxiety, no misbehavior for either one.
They had a long,tough, emotionally exhausting day on Sunday. Yet nobody died, nobody beat them, and when they were quiet and calm they got to go home. I lucked out and was able to reward my quiet, calm horse right after she got to it and got her cow work done the way it should be.
Neither Kathy or I picked at them or ever got angry,we just gave them the hours they needed to deal.We didn't love on them either, at least while they were being stupid.
Lots of rubs on the way out of the show pen and before we loaded them up for the trip home though.
I did find out one very sad fact. I definitely have lost my pro butt. I was able to sit in the saddle for 10 and 15 hours at a stretch not too long ago.
My butt is still killing me. Turns out I've got a non-pro butt. Sigh.