Plans? We don't need no stinking plans

Hey! It's the end of the year. That means I'm supposed to have some sort of horsie plan for 2014...

I have no plans.

I have some thoughts: I'd like to do 1-2 events at Pre-Comp, maybe do a real dressage show and try out competitive trail. But, I'm not planning past, "hmm... let's see what happens." Inevitably, whenever I make plans they don't work out. So, it's rather pointless because then I just mourn when they don't come about.

Some of my friends are planning events and clinics and I'm sitting back, not involved. Several years with these ladies, planning always going on this time of year, and then they never happen. Something always comes up on the parts of others. I'm rather tired of planning my life around things that end up not happening.

I do know I'll be going to all of the local club's shows, since I'm the secretary, and can usually ride as well as secretate. There will be trail rides and other social outings I'm sure. All I've concentrated on in the last four years is getting to events and competing. 2014 is going to be about enjoying my horse, however that turns out being.


And because we need a picture, here's the crew coming in for dinner:

Christmas Day

My neighbor/friend/vet J decided it would be fun to carol down the road on Christmas. So, at 11:45 Banana and I arrived at her house, decked out in our Christmas finery:

I went as a "Wise Woman" because how often do I get to use my crown and cape? I also figured the massive amounts of fabric would be a good test for Banana for future ridiculous side saddle outfits.

We then rode down the road to J's mom's, where the neighbors that lived just far enough away to trailer in parked. There was some very Irish coffee and jello shots. Off we set down the road, 12 horses/mules and almost that many dogs. Naners was not thrilled about all the horses and kicked out a couple of times at two particular mares so we went to the back of the group. I don't know if she's ever been on a ride with that many horses. In true Naners fashion though, she settled and we were able to ride wherever, as long as we stayed away from those two mares.

 

Naners is very tolerant, and wore her santa hat for almost the whole ride. I dropped it and the cape at our gate the second time we went past it.

We finished off back at J's mom's house, where we finished off the adult beverages and then J and I rode back to her place, and then I continued back to mine. It was a great way to spend Christmas and I wouldn't mind at all if it became a tradition.

Happy Holidays

Oliver, and everyone here at Pam's Pony Place, wish you all a happy celebration of whatever holiday you choose to observe this time of year. (Ollie is a fan of Christmas and Santa, since the big man brought him a new halter and lead rope early.)

Pro Shots from Las Cruces

Alas, the photographer's camera was malfunctioning when we jumped the biggest Pre-Comp jump, so  we have only the smallest.

Fuzz butts

A trip down the road with Naners two weeks after her shoes were pulled indicates I might not need boots for her. Fingers crossed. She's also the fattest she's been in the year I've owned her. She hasn't fence walked in more than a month.

Oliver continues to amuse me.

He only goes out with the big horses for maybe an hour, because even though that grass looks dead I can assure you, down at the roots, it is still green. And that little bit of green is holding onto a crap load of sugar.

The big horses used to have buckets on the ground too, but Oliver would nose Kokomo out of his food and share Naner's bucket with her. He really doesn't need their food, so I had to hang buckets for their dinners.

Cross another one off the bucket list

I think it was sometime early in 2013 that Denny Emerson asked on Facebook if there was a breed of horse you would really like to ride. I said I really wanted to ride a mule. In fact, it was on my bucket list. This shouldn't have been too hard to accomplish, as my vet and neighbor J has mules.

This is me today, finally on a mule :D It only took most of the year. And yes, it was cold out.

If you're envying my awesome pink reflective vest I got it from High Visibility Sportswear.

November

Snow is on the ground and Banana's shoes have been pulled. And it looks like I'm going to have to buy her boots for winter jaunts down the road, if yesterday was any indication. Yes, it was below freezing and snowing but my neighbor and I rode down the road. It was actually really nice.

I know it has been awhile. Las Cruces and then I had one of those "50% of your grade" things to do.

So how was Las Cruces? Decent. My best eventing dressage score to date 34.5.

6's, 7's and an 8! Go us! However, our awesome score only had us in 6th. I wish it had been one of the BN tests instead of Intro.
 
We had a refusal in stadium (my fault, forgot to ride her) and then inevitable time faults. Which, if I'd been thinking at the time, I could have made up. We dropped to 7th.

XC was fine: no refusals, within time. Alas, no one else had refusals or time either. She definitely has an issue when her little jump is between, or next to, big jumps. She was pretty wiggly into a bunch of them too. She needs more milage.

We finished in 7th, which if I can't win, getting a pretty purple ribbon was awesome! I only have one other one, back from when I was a kid.

The driving was brutal. I went out on XC at 1:06. I pulled into my gate at 11:06 after the 8 hour drive. Thank goodness the Starbucks in Bernallio is open at 7:15. Southern New Mexico is actually quite pretty. And they grow cotton down there.

So, goals for next year? None. I think I'm going to stop trying to be "An eventer" and go back into my "let's have fun doing everything!" mode. So, we're going to try competitive trail and maybe go to some real dressage shows. If I can get the three saddles I want to get rid of sold I will be buying a side saddle. The nice thing about Naners is that she's really game for anything so I want to take advantage of this. I'm never going to be really good at any one thing, it's not my style, I like to be competent at many things. Naners is a fine mount to be doing this with.

Oliver the mini continues to amuse me and Aruba is gaining weight. Things are pretty happy here at Pam's Pony Place.

Horse #10: Aruba

Aruba belongs to a friend, who had long term lent him out to a family. Family is moving to the east coast and don't want to pay to transport him. This is what she got back yesterday:

He's 14. He's skinny, which since he's a Lippizan should be easy enough to remedy. He was born with a club foot and blew out his knee due to it at some point. No circles for him. The farrier told the family they need to keep that foot short for breakover. That's great, but it's like they completely neglected his other feet. Supposedly he was done two months ago, I call bullshit. I'll try to remember to take better pics before the farrier comes out.

Since he's like a BCS of 3 and has a belly I'm guessing he's wormy. He also needs his teeth done and from the way he's carrying his sheath around I'm guessing he has a giant bean in there. The vet will be out too. 

Naners was excited and their meeting was without drama.

He's from the breeding program of a local lady who breeds wildly mediocre horses. She has Lippizans listed for $3000 that have been for sale for at least 6 years. Some of them are unbroke 10 year olds. The Taskmaster once told me she'd disown me if I ever bought a horse from her :D

No longer "Mini Without a Name"

We've decided to call the mini Oliver after John Oliver, Oliver Wood and Oliver Twist.

It stuck better than all the other names I tried out.

I'm so good at changing my mind

When last we heard from our intrepid heroine she was going to sell Banana or switch to straight dressage. She had not figured on the influence of Out-Of-Town-Trainer (who will henceforth be known as OOTT.)

OOTT was up last weekend, as she has been several times since July and I pushed my whiny friends to do something about our lack of decent eventing trainer. Friday was flat day, not at all scary. We continue to improve.

Saturday we jumped. I was freaked out. Because, you know, it's hard not to be when you've had a recent run in with gravity. She started with ground poles and we built up, as my confidence, and Naners' confidence returned. Mare was definitely worried and scared at first, but she worked out of it. The consensus of the problem: she's still really, really green. And, due to what h/j lady was telling me, I probably wasn't there for her when she needed me so we crashed. My problem is I compare her to Penny Pony, who learned to jump so quickly and was very, very good at it from day one. Naners is going to take a little more time.

With that realization I decided I'm going to give Naners more time, because it seems unfair to give up on her just yet. We're going to chill out and jump little things for the rest of the fall.

Or so I thought.

Yesterday we trailered down to school the XC course in Albuquerque and OOTT met us there. She started us over the first pre-comp jump, then told me to jump the first BN jump!

This is actually the 2nd BN jump

Now, about that course. It tends to be on the not-maxed out side. So, that BN jump was not 2'7". Still though, BN! And we jumped several of the small BN fences. Naners didn't have a problem, but I did. I was fine, until she refused a pre-comp log. Then the fear set in. I went onwards, but I was so not having fun. Little logs are now like kryptonite to me.

Not the log that got me scared. That one was even smaller.

We jumped up and down banks, both small and this bigger sized one that I think is on the Novice course

I love my braid in this pic. and I seem to have good position and slid my reins!

We did a ramp, that looked gigantic (this is where my fear was really getting to me.

So much so that we refused this thing and I was dead scared of it, to the point I said if I found it on the trail we'd go around it or walk all the way back how we came to avoid it.

Which is of course quite silly. But for whatever reason this log seemed prelim sized.

And then, the last jump of the day

And a double rainbow in the desert on the way home