A Note About This Blog

I used to be a writer. Unpublished, but a writer just the same. I have several 100,000 word novels sitting on my hard drive. Then I fell off a horse and got a concussion that scrambled my brains really good (yes, I was wearing a helmet.) After that forming a written sentence was very difficult for quite some time. It's still difficult, but at least now generally the sentence structure isn't egregiously flawed. Verbally and written wrong words pop in, I switch words around, and sometimes I make no sense at all. It isn't because I don't have knowledge of grammar and punctuation, but my brain simply can't do it sometimes. Reading this blog you're accepting that there's going to be things that look like typos or make no sense. It's not because I don't proofread, it's because my damaged brain doesn't see what's wrong. I try my best, but things will slip through. I don't need them pointed out, I know they're there, but if I continued to worry about them I wouldn't write at all. I didn't for quite some time. It's painful as a past master of words to use them so badly, but fortunately the words don't seem to mind.

Friday, April 19, 2013

Banana Dilemmas

I am having some big dilemmas regarding Banana.

She's a nice horse with lovely gaits. For the most part she has good ground manners. I do like her quite a bit. She has a lot of potential.

She's also very forward under saddle and I'm not comfortable with her speed. She's not naughty, but she has so much freaking energy. She spends a lot of time pacing her corral, in theory because of all that energy. I had to put shoes on her so she'd stop wearing her feet off.

We're having to retrain her from being a western horse and she wants her nose down so badly, which means she's pulling on my arms. My arms cannot deal with being pulled on. I had been led to believe this issue would be resolved faster than it is.

I discovered yesterday her trailering problem is pretty huge. We loaded her in my friend's 2 horse straight load (and it's a nice trailer, not scary.) We got the butt bar up and she lost it. She started scrambling and slipped, her rear going under the butt bar. She then continued scrambling, backing up under the butt bar until she was free. She scraped hair off her back and I'm sure she's sore today. the other horse in the trailer is fine, thank goodness. She did bend the pole that holds the divider and the chest bars, I think from her pressure on the divider between the two horses. So, I get to pay for repairs to my friend's trailer too. So incredibly glad it wasn't structural. 


With all of this... I think I'm going to sell her. I'm going to have to work on her trailering problem (the Taskmaster thinks it's fixable) but I'm not sure I'll ever be comfortable on her speed unless I put a crap load of money into training. But, she has so much potential!

The thing with horses with "potential" is that they need time and I'm not sure I want to put it in. I absolutely don't have the skills to do it on my own and I'm tethered to the Taskmaster because of it. If I liked riding her as is I'd totally put the time in, but I don't like riding her right now. Why am I putting time and training into a horse I might never be comfortable on? The reason is my husband is not likely to let me spend the money on something trained how I like it. But, when all is said and done I'll have spent more on training Banana than buying a new horse.
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