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Made Or Home Made?

My new boarder is laying-up her six-year-old Thoroughbred until we find out what is causing his issues.  Now you know that none of us can go very long without a rideable horse so she’s horse shopping.  She bought her current horse off the track three years ago and has been trying to fix him ever since.  This is her baby and she loves him dearly.  She’s brought him along in his training since the beginning.  He’s her dream horse, but…..  So now her quest was to by-pass all the years of training and just go for a “ready to go” show horse.

She’s tried a young green mare that she is falling in love with.  But that’s not what she wanted.  She didn’t want to start from scratch again.  She’s ready to hit the big time, but the horse isn’t.  What should she do?

Okay, the Libra in me goes to the scales.  Weighing the positive reasons against the negative reasons.

So I told her my story.  I was there at one time.  My black mare was done.  Her stifles were shot.  It was time for her to surrender her position, retire, and live out her life as a lawn ornament. I was a Whipper-In and needed a finished horse to take her place.  All our horses were getting long in the tooth, and their bodies were starting to show the signs of too many years of hard hunting.  Other than my black mare and a dark bay gelding, I had always raised my horses from babies.  Both those horses were fabulous hunt horses, but they came with issues.  The gelding was a barrel horse who wouldn’t go through gates for three years without rearing.  The mare just used to dump people when she was done and go home.  She was an Alfa mare to the end.

When you raise a baby and start their training from the beginning you have a horse that knows you and what you are asking.  They are agreeable and will give you the moon and the stair to please you.  There has been no abuse, or holes in their training.  Your hand print is all over them and they are what you have always dreamed of.  Well most of the time.

So I spoke with this young woman about the pros and cons of buying a green horse as opposed to a finished horse, thus my title Made or Home Made.  Yes you can ride off into a show ring in higher divisions immediately.  But let’s think about the sense of accomplishment you have with your old horse.  He is a product of your time and love.

Before I replaced my black mare I was borrowing horses to hunt.  I couldn’t believe all the people who loaned me horses.  Whipping is hard on a horse, but the owners wanted their horses to experience the schooling that went along with the job.  However, I realized that I didn’t want someone elses mistakes.  I needed a horse that was ready to go, but ready to go with the schooling I was used to.

The bottom line of my story is that I bought another baby and trained her the way I wanted.  I kept Magic on her feet for four more years.  What this woman’s decision will be, I have no idea.

It’s a matter of preference, time, and money.  What matters most to you.  All I could tell her is that if you have peace in your heart about your decision, it’s the right one.  Time will tell.

I’m Asking A Question I Don’t Have An Answer For

But it will give you something to think about.  (I hope)

Why do we get so comfortable with our horses that we stop being careful?

Today Bob and I went to help a neighbor who had a car go through her pasture fence.  Now I’ve known this girl for over 20 years.  Great trainer, rider, and horsewoman.  She had on sneakers.  I do that all the time in the afternoons.  Now I know better.  My toes are living proof that I don’t always do things I’m supposed to.  I just went big bucks to a foot doctor to make my toe nails look like they used to.  It’s down to having my toes done by my farrier in order to get them trimmed.  There’s a fungus among us that won’t quit.  The doctor was really impressed that he couldn’t help me.  My last resort is drugs. (But my liver will not be impressed)  My GP told me to just put a lot of nail polish on them.  When he looked the last time he said “it’s time to go to a foot specialist.”

Dawn (the Clyde) originally took the nail of the big toe off.  Just as it was almost grown in, one of the other ones did the same thing.  After that it got fungus and went down hill.  Then it spread to the others.  Yuk!

But my point is why do we do things like this.  Why sneakers when we know better?  Why do we find our fingers in the wrong places?  Why do we still throw lead lines across our shoulder that has 1000 lb. horse attached to it?  Why do we bend down to brush or wrap a leg in front of the horse?  Why do we stand behind the horse when we’re brushing their tails?  Why do we not pay attention when we’re under the horses belly?  I do catch myself and make a correction, but after 55 years or more why am I still doing stupid stuff?

If a small child went to walk around the back of the horse we would either tell them not to, go around the front, or go wide.  Then why don’t we always remember to do it?

Is it the old “Oh it won’t happen to me” syndrome or what?  We know better, right?  Don’t we like ourselves?  Are we stupid?  Are we paying attention?  Don’t we care?  Are we in just too much of a hurry?  Are we too lazy?

I know I switch out of my boots in the afternoon because it gets hot and the hot humid environment in my boots is just what the fungus loves so I do it just to spite the fungus.  But I know better.  Of course I don’t do bare footed anymore.  Now that’s a step in the right direction.

So I’ll keep trying to correct my casualness, but I will also keep asking myself “WHY?”  How about you?  Are you even aware that you are doing something dangerous?  It just takes one time you know.

Gone With The Wind

My all time favorite movie.  I admired Scarlet’s drive and determination.  How she went about getting what she wanted, left a lot to be desired.  There is a lot out there against anything Confederate.  My feelings are that it is apart of history, even if it’s a bad part, and the South’s Heritage.  We can’t deny that, even if we don’t approve of it, but we should learn from our mistakes not hide them under a rug and say they never happened.

It’s windy here today.  As Indiana Jones hated snakes, I hate wind.  Oh a nice breeze on a hot summer day is wonderful, but a strong wind is something only people who have sail boats like.  Horse people, not so much.  People who have to deal with Tornadoes or Hurricanes are not fans either.  Golfers don’t like it because it takes the ball wherever it wants to.

Have you ever watched your horse on a windy day?  Their ears are up, eyes trying to focus, they are on full alert.  The Indians used to say they hear spirits on the wind.  Either they hear something we don’t, or they are trying to hear and can’t because of the wind.  I just get the feeling there are things going on all around me that I can’t see or control.  Strange, I know.

Things blow around in the wind, and horses don’t necessarily like that.  I don’t like that either.  Makes a mess.

Don’t under-estimate the power of the wind. (You may remember me telling about this before.)  We were out hunting on a Thanksgiving morning with 50 mile an hour gusts.  We shouldn’t have been but it was a tradition.  We just walked into a cover (clump of woods) and trees started snapping in half and falling.  One just missed the hounds.  We tried getting out of there.  It was the same distance if we went forward or back.  One snapped and got the horse and rider two horses in front of me.  It was the Masters daughter.  The wind was so strong no one even heard it crack, and everyone was looking around for a way out.  I called to the rider in front of me who was a doctor and took his horse and Bobs, who was behind me, and they got off to pull the tree off the girl.  The horse scooted out from under the tree as it was coming down.  She spoke to her father and said she couldn’t breath.  Those were her last words.  Her lungs were crushed.

I will not ride under trees or in the woods on windy days.  My horses won’t stand under trees on windy days.  Beyond the fact that your horse may spook, you may be killed.  Oh I know, “It won’t happen to me.”  Trees here in Florida snap and break on quiet days.  I will not relive that day ever again.  Wind gives me the creeps.

If your horse reacts bad in the wind, perhaps he knows something you don’t.  Be alert, we were, and it didn’t help us.

The Winter That Won’t Go Away

Down here we are in full-blown Spring, but my friends up north are getting hit again.  It’s not bad enough that they have had four nor-easterns, but now some of them are getting hit with something called Wilbur.

My first husband used to wake me on April Fools Day with “it snowed last night,” which would make me leap out of bed in a panic.  This year it wouldn’t have been a joke.

We on the other hand need rain desperately.  There are 1100 wild fires burning right now in the state of Florida.  Not by us, but this morning on the news they were telling people how to protect their homes.  We have two deep wells, and golf course type sprinklers all around the property, so we’re in pretty good shape if one should come our way.  But look at all the poor people who lost their homes in California.  Weather is just kind of crazy.

With all that said, what do horse people do when winter won’t quit?  Beside slit their wrists.  My suggestion is learn.  There are so many different ways to learn about different disciplines now-a-days.  You can watch top trainers on TV, get videos, go on-line, and of course the “old-fashioned” way of reading books.  No matter how much you think you may know, there is always something new to be learned.  You may have read something a million times, but when you do it one more time, you may find a nugget of something that didn’t register the times before.

If you think you’ve heard it all, go to a different discipline, and see what comes up.  You may see the same old thing described or taught in a different way.  The light bulb moment may appear.  I love those a ha! moments.  I learned a lot of good training tips through other disciplines.

There is just so much out there, and it appears, so much bad weather left.  It will serve you well to explore different ideas.

Now you must prepare for the next season of “mud.”  You know the shoe pulling, boot sucking off mud.  But be encouraged, the days of heat and bugs will jump out at you real quick.  I don’t think there will be a spring folks, you’re going from snow right into summer.  Kind of like Florida without the snow.  Below freezing at night and boom! sunny and 80 the next day.  Makes you crazy.

Sorry, I don’t control the weather, and the meteorologists just don’t seem to get it right either, at least down here they don’t.

Have faith, it can only get better.  Soon.  Real soon.  I promise, I just don’t know exactly when.

My Child Is Student Of The Month

I’m sure you’ve all seen that sticker on someones car.  I think every child has gotten one of them for their self-esteem if not for their performance.

Why don’t we have them for our horses?   We’ve all had that special horse who has accomplished something extraordinary in their lives.  They may not be on the Olympic Team, but they’ve gone above and beyond anything we could have ever imagined.

As instructors there have been students who have amazed us.  I have two.  One is a young lady and one is a horse.  So I want to put my sticker on my post to recognize the wondrous things they have done.

My girl Hannah F.  (see my Pictures) –  She came to me younger than my other students, but with the enthusiasm that I love.  It did not come easy to her, but she had a good sense of humor and tried.  Needed to believe in herself more.  Progressed slowly, but she enjoyed every minute of it, and wasn’t looking to break any world records, just ride and play with the horses.  She’s the one that used to slide down Dawns neck.  The family moved to Tallahassee four years ago so I tried to get her in with a good instructor up there.  She is now winning Championships all over North Florida and Georgia.  They bought a young, green, warmblood, who she fell in love with.  The instructor didn’t think it would work, but they became a team that won’t quit.  She has gotten her confidence and rides beyond anything I could have imagined for her.  I am truly proud of her and her accomplishments.  She goes off to college next year and I would love to see her continue her winning streak.

The Horse that I am proud of is Tigger (the TB that just left).  He has not reached his goal yet, but non-the-less is on the road to be a horse, that came from my barn and instruction, that I am extremely proud of.  If you remember he was a rescue horse.  His owner had physical limitations and that’s why she decided to sell him.  During the six months he was here, I had her work on ground training, suppleness, and moving off her leg.  It was all slow but necessary for whatever he was to do in his life.  It gave her something quiet to work on and good for his brain.  He always had a good brain.  He would stand by the pond and watch my neighbor set off beautiful fireworks.  He was curious but not afraid.  It did not matter that the hounds were playing under his belly or that the Jack Russell would help him eat his breakfast.  Well the good new is, that because of his brain and schooling, he is going to be “Officer Tigger” over in the Palm Beach area, where he will finish his training.

My other girls are going on to be successful in their chosen profession. Diana, Hannah C., and Lexy are already in college for several years now, with Hannah F. and Emily C. entering this fall.  Beautiful, intellagent young horsewomen, who I couldn’t be more proud of if they were my own.

What they learned here, with regards to caring for Gods creation in love, will make them citizens to be admired.  I think I would have so many bumper stickers on my car you wouldn’t find my license plate.

Wouldn’t you like a bumper sticker too for one of yours?

Boots – Yay or Neigh?

I keep getting the same question over and over again.  Should I put boots on my horse.  My simple answer is “It depends.”  Then the next question is do you use boots?  My simple answer again is “It depends.” That’s when you get the really squirrelly faces from people.  You know what I mean, the one that says “This person is crazy, why did I ask.”

So once again it depends on

  • What you are about to do with your horse?
  • Your horses conditioning
  • Your horses soundness
  • What are you trying to accomplish by using them?
  • Are you going to get into more trouble with them or without them
  • Ground conditions
  • Can it be accomplished another way?

Skid boots if you are doing a sliding stop are a necessity.  If you don’t use them and the horse burns his heels or fetlocks, he won’t slide anymore.

Bell boots.  Is there a different way of trimming or shoeing that will keep him from over reaching.  Hunting in deep mud a horse will get his feet stuck and over reach and pull the boots off, then the shoe.  It gets very expensive buying bell boots weekly, and forget about finding them in the deep mud.  Buy the same type and color all the time because you are going to have a lot of just one of the pair.

Tendon boots.  I have had more trouble with boots than without them.  Hunting or trail riding you stand the chance of getting sticks, mud, sand, and leaves up under the boots and it can rub them raw.  If you condition you horse well you won’t really need them.

If you are using them to protect his legs when he hits a rail think about that fact that if it hurts he’ll pick his legs up higher next time.  If you pad them, he may not.

Some people feel that if they put all this fancy stuff on a horse that other people will think they are professional and be impressed.  Most times people who really know what they are doing will assess your performance and decide whether you are a good knowledgeable horse person trying to protect your horse or just someone who is out to impress, or have beautifully matching color coordinating equipment.

I’m a firm believer in a proper trim, shoeing, and conditioning of my horses to the point of not worrying about them.  I have boots in the barn, but that’s where they will stay unless I have a problem horse.  They do get injured sometimes, but if you do everything right, they should not.

Most people neglect the conditioning of their horses.  They go for the preventative measures.  I tried that and in the long run it doesn’t pay.

This is the last time I’m writing about boots.

 

Believe

I was looking through a magazine and there was a Tee Shirt that said “She Believed She Could, So She Did.”

Believe has been my word for the last year.  A year ago when Fri tore her tendon, the vet said she was done.  I told her no she wasn’t, that I believed she would be okay.  I will never jump her again, but I’m okay with that.  That leg is fine now, but she hurt her good leg protecting her bad one, so now I’m waiting on that leg.  Certainly not as serious a problem.

We believe a lot of things, some that are not true.  We have to be careful as to who and what we will believe.

The first horse I fell in love with, was a prime example.  The first year when I was taking lessons there was this big black mare named Black Diamond.  It was love at first sight.  I spoke to my instructor about riding her and I was told she was not a beginners horse.  So I patiently took my lessons dreaming that someday I would ride this mare.  Six months later my dream had come through.  Looking back I don’t remember her being that hard to ride.  She was a doll.  I rode that horse every chance I got.  Riding her in a show and getting first place sealed the deal, I was in love.  But then it came time for me to start jumping and I was told she didn’t jump, that I had to ride other horses.  So I did, but still every chance I got, I rode Diamond.  I had ridden her up to the stone wall many times dreaming that I would be going over that wall with Diamond.  I believed she would do it for me.  Back then I didn’t ask why she couldn’t jump, I just listened to what the owner said.

I don’t know if I read it in a book, or my instructor told me, but I never forgot “Throw your heart over first, and you can jump anything.”  So one day when we were all running around having a great time, everyone was heading toward the wall.  I was caught up in the moment and when they all jumped the wall, so did Diamond and I.  I was in heaven.  Of course upon landing, I thought about what I had just done.  Someone turned around and asked if I had jumped it and of course I said yes.  When I told my instructor about it she was a little upset.  She couldn’t believe it, but she said we both could have gotten hurt.  But we didn’t, I Believed, I threw my heart over first.

Many times through the years I have done things because I believed we could.  Ravines played into a lot of the things that I did.  I look back now and think that somethings that I believed in bordered on insanity.  Walking across a ravine on two planks that was about a foot wide total, several times, that wasn’t too bright, but I had to get to the other side to stop hounds and that was the fastest way to get there.  Riding through a ditch, that the sides and the tree that was down over it, was up to my horse’s neck, but we jumped it, several times to lead another horse (who had more smarts) over it.

It’s like the movie Spirit.  Spirit believed he could fly and that he could jump the canyon, and he did.  The Indian boy was not so sure, but either way they were going to die so he took the chance.  Of course that was just a movie, not real life.

When you believe you lose the fear.  Is that a good thing?  I’m not sure, but it sure felt awesome.

Everyday when I go out to the barn I tell Zoey we are going to ride tomorrow.  We haven’t yet, but I “Believe” we will.  I also believe I will get caught-up on all the other things that I need to do, so I can ride.  It’s getting to the point that I’m just going to ride, the other stuff has to wait.  I’m no good to anyone when I don’t ride.

I believe others have had similar experiences, in which they believed they could do something that no one else believed they could do.  The love, trust connection between horse and rider can help us do amazing things.  If it’s not there you have nothing.

Do you believe?  Does your horse trust you that much?  Don’t try it if the magic isn’t there.  Oops translates into a ride to the hospital.

The Art Of Evaluation

If there is an art, I haven’t found it yet.

A dear friend has been having “episodes,” as the doctors refer to it.  He seems to become unconscious. His blood pressure drops too low, and has a few other symptoms which I won’t go into.  When he comes out of it, everything is normal.  The funny thing is it always happens around lunch time.  They thought of low blood sugar, but no it wasn’t anything to do with that.  They considered the time since he took his morning meds.  No, that wasn’t it.  He has been going through months of tests, at many different hospitals, but as to finding out what is causing this, they have no idea.

What happened to the old days where doctors knew their patients.  They knew their families, their lives, their individual problems, what they ate, where they worked, and what they did for fun.  Now the doctors depend on machines to tell them what is going on in a person’s body.  They don’t even ask the patient or the families questions to try to figure out what is the cause.  If the various tests don’t show anything, they don’t have a clue.

We, with horses, know that watching them is our best indication.  They can’t tell us, so we become “Super Sleuth”.  A friend from church, not a horse person, asked how we know what is wrong?  I told him, they tell us if we listen.  Body language, the typical – temperature, gum color, heart rate, respiration, swelling, pain, are our techniques.  Of course we do resort to x-rays, and ultrasounds too, but initially it’s our eyes, ears, nose (thrush, infection), and observation.

We’ve become so technological that we have lost common sense.  Could it be the 80 pills this man is on.  One pill counter-acting another pill that is correcting something caused by another pill?  At least we don’t do that to our horses.

Evaluating takes time and patience.  That is something our medical associates don’t have anymore.  You more or less become a number, not person.  You have to fit within the list of symptoms, or the doctors are lost.  You have only this much time allotted for them to figure it out, or they throw you out of the hospital and move on to the next case.

We are so blessed that we do not treat our horses like that.  Although sometimes I am not sure.

We evaluate what the horse needs in the way of nourishment, in the way his feet are shod or trimmed, in the fitting of his tack, and what tack is necessary and what tack is overkill.

When purchasing a horse we evaluate if this is the right horse for a person or the right person for the horse, his conformation, his attitude, and his athletic ability for the particular job we have in mind.

As teachers and trainers we evaluate what techniques will work best for our current problem or need.  This should not be a rushed decision, a lot hangs on your approach and conclusion.  With a quick thought you may make or break a horse.  You may cause success or injury to a rider.  It is so important to take all things into consideration before making a move.  It doesn’t always come down to an oops let’s try again.  Sometimes in life there are no “do overs.”

When evaluating anything important, take your time, look at all the facts and consequences of your upcoming actions.  Gain all the wisdom on the subject that you can, and go from there.

Let’s keep the art of evaluation alive, at least where we can.

 

The Old “Guilt Trip”

Did your parents do that to you?  My mother tried it every chance she got.  She would say “oh feel sorry for that little string bean, it’s lonely, you have to eat it.”  Really??? a string bean has feelings?  My mother was good at manipulation.  She wasn’t big on spanking but boy she would never let you forget when you made a bad decision.  I would say “just hit me and get it over with.”  She also never told you that you couldn’t do something right, she just said to let her do it because she had more practice and could do it better and faster.  So with all this said, I have a horrible guilt over things.  I carry it along like dragging a bag of dirty laundry.

Now Bob doesn’t use the guilt factor, but the animals sure do.  It’s the eyes.  They look at you with the eyes.  The puppy has it down pat, much like my mother.  “OMG!” she’s my mother reincarnated!  The growling, the whining, and the guilt, especially the guilt.  Good thing I don’t believe in reincarnation.  When Bob and I are getting showered and ready to go out, she comes crawling with her one shoulder to the carpet, with her one eye looking up, and piddles as she comes, like “no, you’re not going to leave me again.”  Then she checks if she piddled and crawls around feeling guilty.  “Oh no! did I lay a guilt trip on her too?”  Now I’m my mother.

Although the puppy has it down pat, the horses know how to work it too.  Zoey is very good at it.  I guess 18 years of practice works.  And people think animals are dumb.  They lay a guilt trip for a second or two, but it sticks with me for days.

My friend finally decided her Thoroughbred is not the horse she needs.  All she really wanted was a quiet trail horse to ride around her neighborhood.  She really loved him and he is so personable, but he was keeping her from her goal.  He needed more, she needed less.  It wasn’t fair to either of them.  So she sold him.

The trailer arrived to pick him up.  The horses that were down by the barn were put in the barn, they all came to attention.  Fri started screaming, Zoey was circling in her stall, Copper stood watching intently, and Tigger started pacing.  Why was that strange trailer here?  Was someone new coming or was someone here leaving.  Tig was pulled from his stall and now everyone was responding.

So my friend led him out and showed him the trailer.  He loaded just fine the week before in to the boogey dental trailer so this one was more like my trailer and I didn’t think there would be a problem.  She handed over the lead to the trucker, figured it was his equipment let him do it.  He was kind and gentle.  Took his time and tried to make friends and comfort Tig.  Tig was kind back, but had no intention of getting into that trailer.  Nothing bad, just a little side to side evasion tactic.  The driver tried for about 10 minutes using all the normal logic.  A little lunging, a little backing, and more calm attempts.  Now Tig is very food motivated and will usually follow a bucket of sweet feed anywhere.  Not this time.  His owner got his favorite horse treats.  Nope.  We tried standing on each side of the ramp.  Nope.  He would get to the base and just stop.  He kept his eye on me the whole time.  I kept my eye on him the whole time.  So I went and sat on the mounting block and watched from a short distance.  I figured if I was out-of-the-way he’d have to pay attention to them.  She tried loading him.  No his eye was still on me.  We put a chain on his nose, and I went back to the mounting block.  Nope.  I could feel him pleading with me to make them stop.  I told the trucker, he’s not a bad horse, he’s just testing you all.  What I knew was that he knew exactly what was going to happen and he didn’t want to leave his home and his friends.  “All I could hear in my head was “please make them stop.  I don’t want to leave.”  Ripped my heart out.  I couldn’t stand watching his anguish, he was getting upset.  So I walked over, put the chain in his mouth.  Now the trucker protested, said he didn’t like to do that to a horse.  I told him I don’t believe in it either, but he’s off the track and is used to it.  I also told him that you don’t use it, it’s just there and he calms down and accepts things.  I spoke with Tig and told him he had to do this.  He put his head up in protest as I started to walk him.  I stop and told him that this was unacceptable behavior.  He dropped his head and followed me right in.  When I clipped him in the trailer he placed his nose against me like he always did.  I told him I can’t help him this time, and we closed him in.  He started pawing and complaining about what was happening.

This was the beginning of this horrible nightmare of a guilt trip.  First of all I always hate any of my boarders horses to leave.  They are like my babies.  Then to have this horse trust me that I would make this all go away and I didn’t, hurt me immensely.  He trusted me and I let him down.  It wasn’t my choice, but I didn’t want him to become more upset than he was.  My girlfriend followed the trailer to where it was going and told me that he was so lathered and dripping wet that the trailer floor was covered in sweat.

Now Bob was a great help.  He told me “that horse will never trust you again.”  No he probably won’t, but I think I could get him to.  However, he won’t ever have to.

I just pray that he will have the home that he really needs, with someone who will love him and do things with him that he really loves to do.  We were trying to fit a square peg in a round hole, and that just never works.  He’s a sweet boy and deserves more out of life than he had here.

I still cry and I’m still carrying the guilt that I betrayed his trust, but in one of my morning readings God spoke to me.  It said “I know that the Lord brings one blessing after another, but I’m so full of the past that there’s no room for the future.  I have to let go of what’s already gone.”

He’s moved on, now I have to.

Always Something New To Learn

Okay, so just when you thought you had it all down pat, you get a curve ball.

This will make all you people up north scratch your head.  I know you are still doing Winter, but we in Florida are dealing with an above average temperature early spring.  Now that will make you crazy, or at least your horses who still have their winter coats.

My mare Friday gets a thick, plush winter coat.  Have no idea why.  Way too much hair for Florida.  She’s supposed to be a Canadian Warmblood (whatever that might be).  You look at her and say Thoroughbred.  Her brain is the only thing that says there is something else mixed in there, and perhaps her coat.

Now a friend picked up a Percheron a few weeks ago.  He came from one of the southern states but I can’t remember which one.  He had way too much hair, so she decided to clip him to resell him.  She’s been in business for years and is no stranger to working with horses.  So she went out and bought a new set of clippers for the occasion.  They didn’t work, so she brought them back and got a different set.  They didn’t work either.  She went somewhere else and got a third pair.  Nope.  She couldn’t figure out what she was doing wrong.

I didn’t give it much thought until I went to clip Fri.  Now I already have three Sunbeam body clippers, and six pairs of newly sharpened blades.  Been doing this whole body clip thing for about forty years and I was ready.  At least I thought I was ready.  Usually I would clip horses in the fall when we would go into Hunt Season.  Was taught never to clip them in the spring because their summer coats would be starting to come in and you’d mess them up.  Made sense to me, but watching poor Fri soaking wet every day just made me do it.  She was shedding, but not fast enough, the horse was suffering.

Got all set up with brushes, clippers, oil, blade wash, and extension cord.  Usually the clippers go through the hair like butter.  Went to make my first pass and they stopped dead.  Adjusted the tension, nothing.  So I changed blades.  Nothing.  So I changed clippers.  Nothing.  Got a few small cuts, but basically nothing was happening.  So I thought maybe when he sharpened the blades he didn’t do a good job.  So I called around looking for new blades.  Well there has been a run on blades and I finally found a set at my feed store.  Went down and found out that everyone is now using clip-on blades.  My clippers are older and need the old-fashioned screw on type.  But he ordered two sets for me and they would be in, in two days.  Hello, I have a horse standing there with three racing stripes on her neck.

So I went home and thought about the situation.  What was the problem here?  First my friend, and now me.  The next day I went out to the barn and started to run my hands over Fri.  She appeared dry and fluffy until you sent your fingers down to her skin.  She’s got that downy fuzz under her coat and that was damp, not wet, but damp.  So I turned two fans on her and got her neck and shoulders dry.  Clippers went right through it like it should, but stopped if I went anywhere near her ribs.  So her neck and shoulders were done, but that was going to be about it for the day.

Day three.  I got up early, turned the fan on her while she was eating to get the dew dry that was on the outer hair.  Put her on the cross ties, turned two fans on her and went to work.  If I hit and area that was not totally dry I ran the clippers in the direction with the hair and took off the top half of the hairs, let the fans do their job, and when the under coat was dry, took it down to the skin.

The longest I have ever taken to do a large draft horse with a patterned hunter clip was three hours.  This Thoroughbred took me three days, but I must say that I had a great learning experience on clipping a damp horse.  When I went to the hair dressers the other day I was speaking to her about my dilemma.  She said “Yes the clipper people have always told her that they wouldn’t work on wet or damp hair.”  Well duh, now you tell me?

I saw my first Robin two weeks ago, so they are on their way north.  When your turn comes to be blessed with beautiful Spring weather, and it will, enjoy it.  I am totally loving it here, and so is Fri since she’s sporting her summer look.

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