Preparing for the Show

Today my oldest daughter Boo practiced with her trainer. She is working on walk/trot for western pleasure. She has been working really hard to gain back her confidence after a nasty spill that ended in a hospital trip and a concussion.

In her practice with her trainer today I could see her trepidation when she would begin to trot her horse. She would go straight for the saddle horn and pitch forward a bit in her saddle. She would essentially just quit riding and her Quarter Pony, Romeo would drop back down to a walk. But thank the lord for great trainers.

Erin is the greatest coach/trainer we could ask for. She is patient and kind, yet she will push Boo when she needs it. She inspires success and determination. And for that we are so thankful.

Meanwhile I am in the corner trying to make myself small. I understand why parents shouldn’t be allowed to be at practices. We have big mouths, we get in the way, we are distracting lol.

Boo and Romeo had a good practice, and Boo told me after her lesson on our way home,
“Mom, thanks for taking me and Romeo to our lesson. I’m real excited about walk trot, but I am a little scared. I don’t want to fall off again. But Im going to do it tomorrow, you know that walk trot class. I may not be perfect Mom, but in sure gonna try hard. Romeo too.”

It melted my heart to hear her say those words. I told her I never expect perfection. As long as you are trying your hardest and having fun and learning that’s all I care about. She smiled bigger, and then started talking about unicorns.

Its after these moments I realize all those times my mom told me its not about the ribbons, its not about being the best , its about learning, laughing, trying your hardest, and loving what you do. Thank you  Mom.

So the horses are groomed, the trailer is packed, practice has been done, and tomorrow we kick off the horse show season.


When Your Old Horse Feels Like a New Horse

My ten year old quarter horse mare, Jo, was out of our barn for over a month. She was over at a studs barn (Major Duomo), hopefully settling for spring 2016. Before the month she was on vacation with her boyfriend Major, the weather had been very disagreeable. Jo arrived back at the HK Bar barn the mid part of last week and then I was out of town until today…so after all this time of very limited time other than feeding and basic needs, Jo felt like a new horse to me.

There is a familiarity that comes with frequent contact. I have been hugely missing my time with Jo, and have been anxious to get back into a routine now that she is home.

Our county is currently under flash flood watches, and our town has actually closed the flood gates due to rising waters everywhere. So as you can imagine, the HK is a soup bowl of mud and water. Unfortunately we do not have an indoor arena, so it equates to limited opportunities for good workouts.

But that’s OK for now. I took Jo out and groomed her for a good hour. I brushed through the rats nest that had become her mane and tail until I could run my hands through without a catch. Then I curried the mud patches ……OK her whole body was a mudball lol. After that I soft brushed her and massaged her legs and picked her feet.

She started out fidgety and restless, absolutely not the horse she usually is. She kept her head held high and shuffled quite a bit. She felt like a new horse that I was Learing to navigate. But as the minutes passed that unfamiliar horse chipped away. With every pass of the curry the Jo I know was revealed. She began to stand quietly, her head drooped, and her eyes relaxed.

I have often wondered what a horse thinks and feels. I have no doubt they fear, want, need, and love as we do. No doubt on a more primal level, but still just the same. It makes me wonder if I had somewhat betrayed Jos trust, wounded our bond by sending her away. I think her slightly bad manners and high handedness was her way of telling me she was unsure of our relationship. She was testing me to see if I was still the same me. Her months vacation was just that, she came back spoiled and unsure of her manners.

So after she relaxed with our grooming, I went back to basics and worked on ground work. At the begining of the lesson she was a bit in my space and pushy, trying to walk past me. So we did a lot of walk, stop, back up, walk, stop, back up. After thirty minutes she was acting as mannerly as the Royalty that she is. My expectations of her were made quite clear and our relationship didn’t feel so unfamiliar anymore.

So the plan for this week is lots of grooming, manners, and reconnecting. Our horse show season starts Sunday, but Jo will just be riding along to see the sights and maybe walk trot a few classes.

The second week of June Jo will have her sonogram to check for pregnancy. We are keeping our fingers crossed, and in the meantime I’m just happy my old horse doesn’t feel quite so new anymore.


The Queen Has Returned!

Our Jo is back from Major Duomos barn! She was successfully live covered May 15-18, so we will cross our fingers and hope for a positive sonogram in about two to three weeks.

I am so excited to have Jo home. I missed my partner and look forward to checking cows with her. Boo, Owl, and Bunny all cheered when she was loaded into our trailer.

We had a wonderful experience with Major Duomo and his owner Ali. If you would like more information on Major Duomo. A descendant of the great Secretariat, please visit his page on facebook; Major Duomo.

Cheers to our girl Jo being home.


No News; Jo Update

I went to take Jo more hay, grain, and shavings Saturday morning. She still doesn’t show any interest in Major Duomo. We dropped her off on April 11th, and here we are exactly a month later.

Jo has gained a considerable amount of weight, but she looks great. I think she is enjoying her time off from working at the HK. She seemed happy to see me, and was content with a few head scratches and a good blow of air up her nostrils.

As the wait continues I can’t help but worry about Jos fertility. From everything I’ve been told and read it sometimes takes a few more months for a mare over nine years old to come in. Jo just turned ten, so we could possibly be rowing this boat.

Thank you for all the well wishes for our Jo. And also thankful for some dear friend that are actually praying for her fertility. Haha! They are some great friends for sure!


Garmin Vivofit 2; Beginning of a journey

I used to be a runner. I was fluid and graceful. I had long strides and hard muscles…….

OK so maybe I wasn’t all of those things. I was a walker/ slow jogger that sometimes ended up meandering and kicking rocks while I enjoyed the outdoor view. And I guess I can’t really say I was ever graceful. And I have rather  shortish legs, so there goes my dream of a long stride…..but I did used to have hard muscles. Well, ten years, a coke cola addiction, three kids, and a sedentary lifestyle later I have soft mushy muscles. Like seriously, I wave my hand and my arm keeps waving for a good many seconds after my hand stops. Yikes! How did I get here?

Well, its going to be a long journey out of this mess I created. One step at a time, one healthy meal at a time I will prevail. So I purchased the vivofit 2 by garmin. Its a handy little watch type device that counts steps, activity, heart rate, etc. And also has great apps to link up with to track diet and excersize.

It is very user friendly. I am not techy at all. And I even managed to do the setup in no time. I am very excited about this, and believe it will keep my goals in perspective. I’m a visual person !

So if you want to link up in a group let me know! I need some motivation buddies!

Onward to good health!


Life is Juggling

I look at my life like I am a juggler. I juggle different balls, the first ball is “Mother”. I feel like this ball is often my heaviest. I put huge weight into being a good mom to my three girls. Everything from basic needs, feeding, clothing bathing to more complex ideas like social, spiritual, and intellectual growth are all jam packed into this one heavy ball. It may be a heavy ball, but its one I love dearly.

The second ball is ” wife”. A somewhat less intimidating ball of medium weight but still of great importance. This medium weight ball demands nurturing and continuing to grow a relationship. It demands faith and attention and trust among other things.

The third ball is what I call me the “divine” ball. This one represents my faith and spiritual journey through God. Its a ball that I drop often when the other balls seem to get heavier. Instead I need to value and cherish this one more. It gives strength where some others cannot.

The fourth ball is “career and household”. This is the ball I drop and neglect the most. Laundry goes undone, bills go unpaid, dishes stay unwashed, etc. I don’t take as many shifts at work, or I don’t put as much time into Little Horse Company.

The fifth ball is ” animals”. I love my animals dearly and they are never put on the back burner. They demand care needs like people do, emotional and physical well being. They require a great amount of time and effort.

This juggling act that is my life really runs pretty well. Sure Some balls get heavier than others at times, I drop balls, my timing gets off, and sometimes I throw them all down and pick them back up adding them back in one by one  into my juggling act.

Sometimes this juggling act goes smoothly, sometimes not. But I realize it sure is amazing I have been blessed with so many balls. (Theoretically speaking).