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 Unpublished, but a writer just the same.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.

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Introducing Banana's Mini Me

Last week, a pony mare for sale passed through my facebook feed. I was not looking. But, her cute face stopped my scrolling. She was only 30 minutes away, and was on my way to where I was going later. I stopped. And met a mare who was wary at first, but in a few minutes was nuzzling my cheek. Her owner had a very high opinion of her horse keeping skills, to me they were sub-par, as evidenced by her feet. I said if she hadn't sold by the end of the weekend I'd be back to ride her.

I sent her pictures to my horsie friends. Everyone remarked how much she looks like Naners. And she does. A smaller version.

Our weather this past weekend was crap. It rained and rained and rained. Which, is actually awesome because it's dry here, but not helpful when one is going to try out a horse. I went on Sunday, two friends (one my current trainer) met me down there. We sunk halfway up our feet in mud. Riding the mare was not going to happen. But, when they met her, saw her move, looked at how well built she was, we decided we could not leave this pony's future to fate. There was just something about her we were all drawn to. Long story short, Tuesday I picked her up.


The above picture looks like the meeting was friendly. And for the most part it was. She was in heat so she and Ollie were instantly infatuated with each other. However, then Naners took a turn towards her alpha mare self:


No one has been maimed, though as Naners' leg wound had some pus today it may have set her leg healing back. Things have calmed down since Tuesday. But oh is pony attached to her new friends. If I take Naners out for her hand graze pony just carries on and on and on. It's getting quite annoying. I hope as she settles she's not quite so needy. She had no idea what a feed pan was, and the handful of ration balancer in it was extremely suspect. Tonight she ate it right down.

I'm slowly working through to see how her ground manners are. Fine with grooming, a little hesitant about a few feet. They are in great need of help. She's worried about a spray bottle, but was totally okay with me spraying her with water out of the hose. The vet will be here on Saturday to do her teeth and shots, farrier early next week. Then one of these days I'll get on her. I'm hoping I can convince someone else to do it first, because while she's supposedly a good girl, she's very green. And I hate unplanned meetings with the ground.


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