Saturday, January 31, 2015

Close call.

It was a super close call. We almost ended up with another horse. I loved him even though I didn't know him well. Pat horses found his people! Small world, it was my sorority sister's husband who is from (and still loves in) my father's home town that recognized the lost horse  and recognized his owner. 
Also a super weird turn of events... My best friend was the one who foaled him out. Yes. My friend who brought him to the vet clinic was the one who owned him when he was a colt. It's been 15 years since she had seen him so it was understandable that she didn't recognize him right away. 


So that is my story so far. I may or may not have drank a bunch tonight. I am sorry.. But also not that sorry... 

Friday, January 30, 2015

update on lost horse.

There is still no leads on where this horse came from. I called the vet this morning to check and see if they heard of anything and still nothing. We haven't received any word from the radio station either. My farrier thinks it's looking more and more like someone just dumped him off. Although a friend of mine did suggest that maybe his owners are on vacation and don't know he is missing. That is a scenario that is completely possible seeing as how every one I know has headed south in search of warm sandy beaches.
They send me this picture this morning and said he was doing great. Very friendly and seemed to be just fine about being in the clinic. He is in good shape, and said that he has been well taken care of. 




But I did let vet know that if no one comes forward for him in the next few days. I would set something up at my place so that I could 'foster' him and then eventually if no one came forward I would offer him a permanent home. 

Clearly I am a crazy person.

Thursday, January 29, 2015

Lost horse.

I got a phone call from my neighbour this afternoon wondering if I was missing a horse. Whenever I hear that sort of thing I panic. I work 45 miles from home so I can just rush home and check on them. She asked me how many we currently had and if I had a sorrel with a blaze. Umm yeah I have a sorrel with a blaze but we only have 3.5. There were currently 4.5 horses on my property. Someone had originally called her wondering it belonged to her father in law which it didn't. But she was going to call around a few more people and see if they were missing any. Well fast forward a few hours and I got home to find this standing outside of my pasture.
I mean come on. I was hoping when she called to say there was loose horse that there would be a horse that I wouldn't fall instantly in love with. 
Duke kept pretty close eye on him and they were a cute couple. The lost boy was shaking pretty bad but I walked right up to him and threw a halter on him. He was super friendly and well behaved. A real gentleman.
I called my bestie who lives down the road and she stopped by to help me try and figure out where he lives. We called a local news radio station, our vet clinic, and the sheriffs department. All the meanwhile snuggling him and commenting on what a sweet boy he was. 
I got a call back from a deputy sherif and he said they had done some calling around and did some brainstorming on what to do with a lost horse. He asked if I could put him anywhere on my property and honestly there just wasn't anywhere to put him. All our corral panels are tied up at the moment, due to the ongoing house project and I just didn't trust leaving him in a stall in my barn. Our box stalls are kinda small for regular sized horses and I didn't want him freaking out because he was alone and end up kicking down my barn. I had asked the deputy if I could just bring him to the pound in town. We both laughed and he said they actually talked about trying to find a "horse pound". But he said to keep calling around and let them know what happened.
I called back to my vet clinic and talked to the emergency vet on call. I asked if being him in and leave him there until his owners were found. And he said that they could of course take him. So hooked up the trailer we did and crossed our fingers that he would load. He was so calm and relaxed about everything. He was a little hesitant about getting in the trailer, but he hopped right in. He did need to get right back out again, but once we loaded him again and closed the door, he rode like a champion. Sure he thought the trailer floor was 5ft higher than it was and he kind of flew in there... But he got in easier than my creeps. 
We got him to the vet and unloaded him and he was a little snorty but he stayed nice and relaxed. My friend and I agreed that he was probably some little girl's best buddy and she didn't know he was missing. He was just too sweet and clearly had been well loved. We tucked him into his stall and kissed him good night. I had planned on calling the vet clinic in the morning to rsvp to their annual Equine wellness seminar (which my husband is a guest speaker at and who's company is sponsoring the event) so I'll find out what will happen to the little horse if no one steps forward to claim him. 
Do I need another horse? Absolutely not. But he was a really nice little guy. Clearly I want him to find his people. My farrier was asking around to her clients in the area and no one was missing a horse but they were calling around too. She also mentioned that it is possible that someone just dropped him off. It's rare in these parts, but it has happened. But why did it have to be a red horse with a white blaze. I mean really? 
We just can't figure out where he belongs. Everyone in the area is scratching their heads. But I mean it's possible that someone is missing him and they don't know it yet. There has been many times I come home and don't see all my horses. I figure that one of them is in the barn or whatever. Plus it's dark usually when we get home, so sometimes you just don't see them. 
So send good thoughts that his people come and claim him! I really, really don't need another. Even if we do have extra hay... And he is really sweet... And really friendly... And really red...






Friday, January 2, 2015

I need a favor...

I need all of your help. Swing on over to Bowman Second Chance Thoroughbred Adoption on Facebook and like THIS PICTURE. I'd appreciate it so much!! Also feel free to like the page. It's the ranch where I got both Piney and George.



You can also click like on THIS PICTURE.


That is all. I have some stuff to update about, but I am starting this year completely unmotivated... shocking.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Any possible interest? No? okay then...


So when I was a younger gal, much younger than I am now. I loved being creative. I loved to create all the things. I was a huge art nerd in high school. Senior year was my favorite because my art teacher would give us an idea or concept for a project, and then turn us loose to do whatever we wanted to create. Most of my projects were fashion related because I was going to grow up and be a fashion forecaster over seas spotting fashion trends and sending them over to America. It's funny to think back to what I wanted to be and where I am now. One of my favorite projects was that I made paper dolls of myself, complete with accessories and all of my favorite outfits. However I will never forget my art teacher coming to my station when I went to present my project to her and she made my little paper doll dance around and then "whoosh! There goes Kari's clothes! Look everyone Kari doesn't have any clothes on!" I somehow thought that might happen and made sure that my little figure was in a tank top and boy shorts...
Fast forward to the college years. I took design class after design class and spend hours in studio creating. I loved it, it didn't even feel like class. I'd spend late nights working on a project only to decide at 2 am that I wanted to take a complete different path. So a quick trip to Walmart to pick up new supplies and start the thing over again. I loved my classes where I could be creative. Unfortunately it was the other classes that burned me out completely. You'd think spending hours in a studio would have done me in, but it was the hours and hours of studying for an exam, only to walk into the lecture hall with 200 other students and then be paralyzed with test anxiety. "Why are those people done already?! I need to hurry up because they are done and I am still stuck on the first page!! Am I even in the right class room?! This doesn't look familiar at all! OMG more people are done! how is that possible?! Did I study the wrong chapers?!" Bombed nearly every exam I took. Yet I was too scared to go and ask for help. I just accepted that I was just stupid rather than going to ask my professor or anyone for help with my test anxiety. So then I left college the first time was because the University thought that maybe I needed to take a break and figure out if college was for me at all. So I took a break and then went back after a year. I only made it one semester before I decided that I couldn't do it anymore. 
I lived the life of leisure for awhile. I was the manager at a private stable which allowed me plenty of time to be creative inbetween am and pm chores. I made all kinds of things. Drawings, paintings, scrap books, memory boxes, and cross stitch (don't judge me. Cross stitch is art). I also made tee shirts. I LOVED (and still love) teeshirts with funny sayings or quotes on them. So I made my own. One of my favorites said "Stop Staring at me" on the front and " Stop Following me" on the back. Still makes me giggle because I'm weird and paranoid. So when I was at an auction sale, that seems like one million years ago, I freaked out when I won an enormous lot of those iron on letters that you put on jerseys. Now I never counted how many letters I got, but I'm guessing I have about one billion letters. All sizes and colors. Now I could make teeshirts for every day of the year! Hurrah!
But as life has a way of going, I was no longer a woman of leisure. I had to grow up and get a big person's job which meant I basically didn't have anywhere to wear my witty tee shirts as they weren't really office attire. So i boxed up my hoard of iron on letters. They went from my apartment, to my storage unit and then some how ended up in my barn. I'm shocked that they didn't get tossed by the wayside somewhere along the way. I uncovered them the other day when doing some cleaning in the barn and tried to think of how I could start creating things with them again. I've got plans for some of them in projects for family members as gifts. I then had a light bulb idea and thought to make George's halloween costume... a replica saddle cloth like the one he wore in some of his stakes races, with a number and name underneath. And then I thought maybe I could make make that into a throw pillow or something I could put in a frame. And then I started thinking about tee shirts because I love tee shirts. I wondered if there was a way to make a tee shirt that was cheesy about my pony. So I came up with this shirt.


Super cheesy. Right?
Is there any interest from anyone that is super cheesy and is looking for a teeshirt with their pony's tat and date of birth?? I'm sure there isn't, but I am going to make this one and see how it turns out. If there is the off chance that anyone is interested, please let me know! I'll also give the saddle cloth pillows a shot, and see how those turn out. My sewing skills SUCK, but I think I can make a square pillow... 

Monday, November 17, 2014

Teeth and lumps.

"We found a lump. Do you want to come look at it?" To which I replied, "I bet it's a melanoma". But I'll get back to this in a little bit.

I scheduled an appointment last week for the horses to get their teeth done. Cash had his done earlier this year when we bought him, but the others were due. George had his done last spring, Duke was done 2 years ago, and I'm not sure Princess Rainbow Sparkles has ever had her teeth done. But when I scheduled the appointment, I figured to make it for 9:00am because that way it would be light out, and it would give us enough time to get the horses loaded and get to the clinic before out appointment. Well leave it to horses to decide that no, they will not go to the clinic. All summer long, I could lead them out of the pasture, with no problems. None. All fall i could lead them out, no problems. But today George decided that he wasn't leaving the pasture. He sees that trailer hooked up and he becomes a bigger ass than normal. So he put up a good fight, and I think my husband threatened to sell him enough times, that George finally decided to go through the gate. With only minimal fighting he hopped right on to the trailer, and then the other two loaded just fine, of course this was after I chased them all over North Dakota trying to get them caught. 
Once we got to the clinic, one of my friends who is a vet tech was there waiting for us. She wasn't going to be the vet tech that worked with our horses, but she wanted to make sure that she got to say hello to her little friend Princess Rainbow Sparkles. When I led PRS into the clinic she was met with a bunch of squeals from everyone that was waiting patiently to meet her. She is pretty darn cute, even if she is a witch of a little pony.

We put all the horses in the round pen as we were waiting for the doctor. All three monsters promptly rolled and rolled and rolled. I think they were happy to be inside for a change. Duke did great in side the clinic seeing as how it was the first time he's ever been inside before. He was first up to get his teeth done, but once I led him up to the stocks, he started getting a bit nervous. He was still a good boy, but his heart was racing and was a bit fidgety once she got the needle in him to give him some sleepy drugs. But the drugs kicked in and we pushed him into the stocks. 
handsome boy.
 His teeth had a few sharp points, and he was definitely due to have his teeth done. But he didn't have ulcers or cuts on the side of his mouth or tongue. While he was drugged up, we had them clean his man parts. Because I just can't bring myself to do it. Everything looked good up there, he had a few beans, but nothing to major or dramatic. He stumbled back to the round pen, and up next was PRS.

Drugs. Not even once.


Look at those chompers!

Their stocks were too big for her, so they had to hold her up and hold her mouth open.
She had been calling out for her boyfriend Duke almost the entire time she was away from him. Each time she let out that high pitched whinny, everyone giggled. And I'll admit, it is pretty cute. She was an old pro at being in the clinic and walked through the place like she owned it. She got the sleepy drugs and she may have gotten a bit more than she needed. She was ready to just lay down and snuggle up with me. Her teeth looked as though they hadn't ever been done before, if they had, it had been a long time since they were done. Her middle teeth were a bit uneven, and she did have some points but the good news was that she still had all of her teeth. We asked about how old they thought she was, the Vet pinned her in her 20's. Which is kind of what we'd been thinking. I mean clearly it doesn't really matter how old she is, because her work load is pretty lax. They didn't have equipment small enough for her, so instead of putting the mouth gear on her to keep her mouth open, they had to have two vet techs hold her. Not gonna lie, it was pretty cute. But then again, everything about that little monster is cute. She finished up her appt, like a champ, and then slowly walked back to the round pen to wait it out.
King George. Happily resting.
George was up next. He was happily curled up in a little ball when I went back to the round pen. He was happy to be resting in the soft rubber tire arena footings they had in the round pen. I got him up and he followed me along willingly to the exam room. She gave him his first round of tranq. He laughed at her. So she gave him some more and it was like he was saying "really? That's it?" So then finally she gave him a bit more, and he started to show signs that she'd found the right amount, and he stumbled into the stocks. She put on his headgear, and started to take a look around. His teeth weren't horrible, but they did need to be trimmed, as he was starting to get a few points. 


We also had his man bits cleaned while he was sedated. Once the vet tech was done, she was talking to the vet who then said to me "We found a lump. Do you want to come look at it?" and then I said "I bet it's a melanoma". Sure enough, up in his man bits, there was a black lump. Clearly before we found out what it really was, we all joked about maybe in his younger years he wasn't so careful, and a little filly gave him something. But our vet said that it probably was a Melanoma, and that 80% of gray horses over a certain age have them. We discussed it a little bit, she didn't think it was cancerous, but we will certainly all keep an eye on it. After we discussed it I remembered that he also had a lump high up on his neck, and she thought that it was probably also Melanoma. Again we are going to keep an eye on it, if they do start growing, and changing shape we will have them removed. She said it's a pretty straight forward procedure, but she will have to lie him down on the table to get up in there to remove it. The one on his neck is a bit trickier because they have no idea of knowing how deep it its, until you get in there. I had a hunch that he was going to have it.  His sire, Cozzene was euthanized at 28 years old due to health complications related to Melanoma. But clearly we will keep an eye on him, and deal with whatever happens.
So that is that. The joys of a gray horse.

Monday, October 13, 2014

Hand Gallop Blog Hop: What's In A Name?

I've never done a blog hop, so I figured I'd give it a try! Here goes nothing!
What's the origin of your horse's show name and barn name?


If I do show the big gray thoroughbred,  I will use his registered name. To me that is part of his history and it is one of my many favorite parts about him.

Independent George

With me being from a family of huge Seinfeld fans this name absolutely cracks me up. If you look on his Jockey Club papers, originally his name was going to be "Independent Ridge". His mamma's name was Classic Ridge and he from a very early age was quite independent from what I have found out about him.  But someone decided that the name didn't fit him so they changed it to Independent George after George Costanza on Seinfeld. 


I've even saw an online discussion from when George was racing and someone had said that at one time they wanted to name a horse Relationship George and have the two race... but everyone knows what Relationship George does to Independent George. This name fits his personality to a T. He's quirky.
Clearly, when looking for a barn name for him, I didn't stray to far from his registered name and he goes by "George". It's what his people have called him his whole life. I sometimes call him "Georgous" because lets be honest here... he is absolutely gorgeous! Also when you say things like "Tonight I plan on going out to ride George" around non horse people, you get some pretty darn weird looks...

The rest of the horses at our place don't have papers so we just threw out names until we found names that we liked. Duke, Cash and Princess Rainbow Sparkles.

But even though he is long gone, I loved the story behind Piney's registered name. Piney's JC name was Pine Bend which upon talking to his breeders in Arizona about his name, told me he was named after their very good friend's oil refinery in Minnesota. In the office at the refinery they have Piney's win picture when he broke his maiden. We all thought it was pretty cool that his last races were run just a few miles from his namesake, when he had spent most of his life on the west coast.

If we are going to go WAY back... and we are because I love horses names and the stories around them. We will come to the namesake of this blog
Good Time To Review

That was the registered name of my very first horse. The palomino AQHA gelding that taught me more about horse ownership than any horse I've had since. His barn name was Charlie Yellow. I'm thinking that his previous owners named him Charlie... as in "Good Time Charlie". But when my old boss bought him he already had two OTHER horses named Charlie. He was a strong believer in not changing the name a horse came with. So we had Charlie Red a bright red sorrel, Charlie Brown a drabby brown gelding that I barely even remember because he was just so blah, and then Charlie Yellow a palomino. Over the years his name sort of evolved to just Yellow or as my friend and I affectionately called him "Lello" 

When we got Cash, I started just calling him "Yellow Horse" but my husband thought that it would evolve into me calling him "Yellow". I get reminded every time I call him "Yellow Horse" that his name is Cash... not Yellow. 

But clearly, I have a type...
Yellow


Cash