Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Helping Out
Sometimes we just need a helping hand. Someone to step up and help take some of the load off. My friend's mom had just had hip surgery. She needed someone to help the farrier. I was willing and able to help out. So that's what I did.
It's always awkward to spend time making small talk with a random stranger. Or at least it is for me... anyhow, I greeted him and said I'd be helping out. I had already brought the horses into the little barn and was ready for Operation Trim. In response to his query I told him I had three horses and had done 4-H with Jeanne's girls. His response? Oh, so you're her girls age. O-kay.... Smiling and nodding I continued to talk "horse" with him while he trimmed the horses hooves. Once we finished I told him he could pop by the house and Jeanne would pay him. His response??
Can you take off your toque (winter woven head gear for my American friends)? O-kay....
It took me a moment to ponder whether or not I'd comply. I gave an awkward laugh, shook my head and pulled off my hat. Immediately my static filled hair followed, and I quickly shoved my hat back on. The look of bafflement must have clued him in and he explained that he liked being able to recognize people when he sees them in town...
Good luck my friend. Good Luck.
My attire? Black sweat pants, black Sorel winter boots, a large and bulky Carhart winter jacket, big black mittens and my pretty ski toque. Add to this no make up and glasses...
Yep, good luck recognizing me in my town attire....
But how can you not laugh. I climbed into my truck and began to giggle. Funniest thing to happen to me in a looooooonnnnnng time!
It's always awkward to spend time making small talk with a random stranger. Or at least it is for me... anyhow, I greeted him and said I'd be helping out. I had already brought the horses into the little barn and was ready for Operation Trim. In response to his query I told him I had three horses and had done 4-H with Jeanne's girls. His response? Oh, so you're her girls age. O-kay.... Smiling and nodding I continued to talk "horse" with him while he trimmed the horses hooves. Once we finished I told him he could pop by the house and Jeanne would pay him. His response??
Can you take off your toque (winter woven head gear for my American friends)? O-kay....
It took me a moment to ponder whether or not I'd comply. I gave an awkward laugh, shook my head and pulled off my hat. Immediately my static filled hair followed, and I quickly shoved my hat back on. The look of bafflement must have clued him in and he explained that he liked being able to recognize people when he sees them in town...
Good luck my friend. Good Luck.
My attire? Black sweat pants, black Sorel winter boots, a large and bulky Carhart winter jacket, big black mittens and my pretty ski toque. Add to this no make up and glasses...
Yep, good luck recognizing me in my town attire....
But how can you not laugh. I climbed into my truck and began to giggle. Funniest thing to happen to me in a looooooonnnnnng time!
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Animal Pictures
Ryder and Diva racing in the park.
Guinness catching a nap.
Guinness and Bacardi stalking me - kept following me making picture taking very challenging.
Bacardi
Buddies having drink.
New sheep.
Wild...
Guinness - fat little fart!
Perhaps this is why he's so fat!
Bella, with her sheep.
House pics
Kitchen - whoever planned it out mustn't have been a cook - note all the tile counter tops... BUT note ALL the counter space!
More kitchen view...
Look at the cupboard space!
(And the "old school" cupboards!)
My couches - now covered with old flannel sheets to dog "proof" them.
Living room - facing where the TV will go...
Bathroom
Office and Dog Room - this is where they'll spend the night in crates/pens.
Less Tessa who'll sleep in my room on her bed.
Spare bedroom
My bedroom.
Once I have all my furniture, everything unpacked and organized, and art work up. I'll take new and improved pictures.
Superstar
Yesterday was farrier day. It was Guinness' first time having his feet picked up! And I was stunned with his behavior. It was totally unexpected. Normally, when a young horse gets it's feet picked up for the first time there's some jumping about. Often you'll see some mini rears, speedy backing up, and pawing or swinging of feet. (Based on my past experiences.)
So this is what I was expecting. It didn't happen. First we trimmed Bacardi. Guinness hung out and made a general pest of himself. Next, I walked up to Guinness and slipped a halter on him. I led him closer to Derek. Derek gave him a few pets and then reached down and asked for his front foot. There was some swinging of the foot, but it was as if a light bulb went off in his head. "Oh, all you want to do is pick it up??" And that was the extent of the expected baby tantrum. Blew me away. His head came down, his ears relaxed to the side and he chewed and licked his lips.
The other four feet went easier. Derek said when he asked for his feet Guinness gave them gentle, and Derek didn't need to use much pressure in the asking.
It has made me believe with every fiber of my being that you can't train a nice temperament into a horse - it's either their or not. Case in point - Buddy the demon horse. He was a blank slate horse, range wild when I got him. And his disposition and attitude remained awful. I'm convinced he was bi-polar. This is the horse that would hunt you down and chase you in the pen. He couldn't live with any other horse or livestock because he was so mean to them. And after three months of training he decided he was going to buck and that was the end of the story. This is a horse I gave up on - sold for $500. Best decision I've ever made. The only thing I worried about is that he'd hurt someone - but he did kick the man who bought him (while he was looking) and showed his true colors. So he knew what he was buying.
Guinness, now there's a whole different experience.
So this is what I was expecting. It didn't happen. First we trimmed Bacardi. Guinness hung out and made a general pest of himself. Next, I walked up to Guinness and slipped a halter on him. I led him closer to Derek. Derek gave him a few pets and then reached down and asked for his front foot. There was some swinging of the foot, but it was as if a light bulb went off in his head. "Oh, all you want to do is pick it up??" And that was the extent of the expected baby tantrum. Blew me away. His head came down, his ears relaxed to the side and he chewed and licked his lips.
The other four feet went easier. Derek said when he asked for his feet Guinness gave them gentle, and Derek didn't need to use much pressure in the asking.
It has made me believe with every fiber of my being that you can't train a nice temperament into a horse - it's either their or not. Case in point - Buddy the demon horse. He was a blank slate horse, range wild when I got him. And his disposition and attitude remained awful. I'm convinced he was bi-polar. This is the horse that would hunt you down and chase you in the pen. He couldn't live with any other horse or livestock because he was so mean to them. And after three months of training he decided he was going to buck and that was the end of the story. This is a horse I gave up on - sold for $500. Best decision I've ever made. The only thing I worried about is that he'd hurt someone - but he did kick the man who bought him (while he was looking) and showed his true colors. So he knew what he was buying.
Guinness, now there's a whole different experience.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Scared Awake
Between the move and my courses I'm not quite as on top of my work as per normal. This means I've been putting in major hours for my report cards. Last night I didn't make it to bed until after 11. Which for me is crazy late. I was comfortably asleep when Ryder stood up (hardwood = clacking feet), and began to growl, deep in his throat. You know, the serious business growl. Still trying to sleep, I shushed him. And then I heard it. The hard to place, not quite right sound.
I lay there barely breathing, listening with every fiber of my being. And still the sound. Was it in the house? Outside? I couldn't tell. Ryder made the flying leap onto my bed, and sat alertly, staring out my window. Growling. And then a big serious bark. Sitting up as though pulled with a string I fumbled for my glasses. Crawling closer to the window I peered out. The light pollution from the increasingly near large city providing a faint illumination. I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. Freezing, I stared, stomach clenching as Ryder began to bark in earnest.
There! What was that! Oh holy crap!
Oh... it looks like.. a coyote??
Seriously?
This close to my house?
Relieved it didn't have two legs, the dogs and I made our way to the deck door and watched. Ryder poofed up, growling, and watching intently. Tessa back to the window barking when Ryder let out his warning barks. And then it went streak past my deck. Close enough to rope. A massive coyote. I think. Biggest I've seen with plush fur and a filled out tail. Looked about the size of a German Shepherd but had the coloring of a coyote. Calming Ryder I made my way back to bed.
Ryder, once again leaped up onto my bed and stood sentinel at the window growling.
This is how I fell asleep. That is until Ryder let out another massive bark, jolting me out of my sleep, and causing me to hallucinate a man standing at the end of my bed. Thank you Ryder, and Thank you sleep deprivation.
Let me tell you that got the old ticker going.
Yep, it was a restful sleep last night...
I lay there barely breathing, listening with every fiber of my being. And still the sound. Was it in the house? Outside? I couldn't tell. Ryder made the flying leap onto my bed, and sat alertly, staring out my window. Growling. And then a big serious bark. Sitting up as though pulled with a string I fumbled for my glasses. Crawling closer to the window I peered out. The light pollution from the increasingly near large city providing a faint illumination. I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. Freezing, I stared, stomach clenching as Ryder began to bark in earnest.
There! What was that! Oh holy crap!
Oh... it looks like.. a coyote??
Seriously?
This close to my house?
Relieved it didn't have two legs, the dogs and I made our way to the deck door and watched. Ryder poofed up, growling, and watching intently. Tessa back to the window barking when Ryder let out his warning barks. And then it went streak past my deck. Close enough to rope. A massive coyote. I think. Biggest I've seen with plush fur and a filled out tail. Looked about the size of a German Shepherd but had the coloring of a coyote. Calming Ryder I made my way back to bed.
Ryder, once again leaped up onto my bed and stood sentinel at the window growling.
This is how I fell asleep. That is until Ryder let out another massive bark, jolting me out of my sleep, and causing me to hallucinate a man standing at the end of my bed. Thank you Ryder, and Thank you sleep deprivation.
Let me tell you that got the old ticker going.
Yep, it was a restful sleep last night...
Monday, November 21, 2011
Dirty Little Rotter!
I have rotten naughty dogs. Somedays I think life would be so much easier if I lived in a condo with no little fur balls. In particular black and white fur balls that have been up to NO. GOOD. Yesterday I settled down to eat breakfast. When I finished and traversed the 10 ft to the bedroom I saw something offensive.... my favorite pink Ariat baseball cap sitting in the dog bed. Wet and chewed on. I believe the offending culprit was Diva. Who was - pardon the expression - tickled pink.
Last night I had a nasty surprise. My basement is pretty much empty right now. I have a big open room that I plan to use for exercise (myself) and play/training (dogs). There, on the rug the previous owners had left behind, were three little turds. Trying to bolster my attitude I used some self talk. Things along the lines of "it's okay, maybe their dog had had an accident here too".
This morning, after getting dressed and brushing my teeth, I went to do a basement walk through. I was astonished and right ticked off to discover someone had left behind some MORE little lumps of love. You can imagine my expression when I turned around to see that Ryder had pee'd on the pillar (only males can get it up that high). I was ripped! Calling him, he sees me standing by the steaming puddle of pee and turns tail. He flat out refused to come near his mess. The most frustrating part is all the dogs had already been outside in the run for morning business. Grrrrr.....
The basement will remain out of bounds for all dogs. The offending rug has been hauled outside. And Ryder will be on a leash by me at all times he's not locked up. The kicker?? No mess in the garage today - I was gone from 7:30 - 4:00. Seriously.
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