Morning

Each morning I awake to joyful furry faces.  Ryder, my big suck, has taken to sleeping with me.  Every night he goes to bed with me and every morning I wake up to him curled up against my body.  When Ryder first came back to me he wanted to sleep with me, then he went through a stage of sleeping on the floor.  It's interesting to me how he wants to be back on the bed.

Diva has never slept with me.  However, the last few nights I've woke up to a dog curled up on each side of my body.  (And I wonder why I wake up tired...)

I have a Sunrise Alarm.  It's a light that gradually brightens and at the designated time softly beeps.  I'm usually awake before the beep.  It's funny.  The beep sends a message to the dogs.  They leap up from their spots, slide up my body until their little heads are by my chest or arms.  Then they snuggle in.  Ryder begins his intense licking (if I don't get my skin out of range).  Diva squeaks and groans, gives the odd power lick, and stretches her body along mine, her head on my chest or shoulder.  Lazily I'll begin petting and scratching them.

I love how joyfully they greet the day.  We as humans can learn something from this.  I love how excited they are to be with me.  I love how cuddly it feels with them snuggled up against me.  But most of all, I love how they love me.  (And I really love seeing Diva's little personality emerge!)

Makes Me Wonder - Is It Time?

My mom has been broaching the topic that perhaps it's time for Tessa to go to the green field in the sky.  I have been resisting.  My brother has been staying at the farm during his days off.  He said she had one of her "crazy" times.  Staring into space and seeming upset.  He said he talked to her a bit and she eventually came out of it.

She's been chewing on her feet.  We're sure she has arthritis as her feet are gnarly.  Even with anxiety and pain meds she's been bothering her feet to the point of redness.  Add to this she has theses lumps on her body.  Some I know are just fat deposits but there's a newer one that's getting bigger on her shoulder.  Add to this the fact that I found a TICK on her today.  It was huge.  I freaked.  I inspect her when I see her.  But I haven't been out to see her for a few weeks.  Between sickness and other issues it just hasn't happened.

I felt frustrated.  Are my parents taking enough due care and attention?  Do I take back "custody" of her even though I know she's happier at the farm?  Or is it time?  Is it time for me to "man up" and take her to the vet  before things get worse?  Before her quality of life completely deteriorates?

I am torn.  I love this dog so much.

Am I Hard To Shop For?

Sarge has been complaining he needs some guidance as to my Christmas Wish List...  Now, I've tried to tell him I'm really easy when it comes to stuff.  I'm pretty happy with stuff for the house...

For Sarge - here's my "wish" list:

In no particular order...

• Kitchen Aid Hand Mixer
• Blender 
• Food Processor
• Lead rope/s with bull snap on it.  (Like the kind on Bugsy's rope.)
• Rope Halter & lead
• Horned rope dummy
• Dog toys
• Dog beds
• Size medium Sports Medicine Boots - front and back (horse)
• Running - sport tech- clothes - size large - pretty much anything from Running Room...
• Leather winter glove/mittens - size 8 or large
• plants - indoors
• bird house/s
• Jewelry - although I don't wear it very often...
• hoodies - size large
• Knives - Henckels (with the two men in the picture) or Paderno
• glass measuring cups 1 and 2 cup
• mugs - beer and coffee
• wine glasses
• Bernie Brown - Pile of Pups, The Crossing
• Carl Brenders art
• Spa packages - anywhere except Spasation - love pedicures, manicures, facials, etc.
• Picture books that I can use at work.
• cutting boards

Now, I hope that helps... ;)

Killing Me Softly

Last night I made a mistake.  Sarge and I had gone out for dinner, followed by some western saddle "shopping" for him.  When we got home I had him sit in my cutting saddle on it's stand.  Next, I had him hop on my English Saddle to compare feels.  I also hopped up on both saddles.

Huge mistake.

You see, I've been actively trying to sell my Bates Caprilli Close Contact with interchangeable gullets.  This saddle I've had for close to three years and I've never rode in.  In fact, it literally is brand new.  When I bought it I had been taking jumping lessons and was toying with the idea of cross country.  I rode mostly English style as a youth.  I loved riding English.  Rode in the mountains.  Cattle penned.  Gymkana.  All in my English saddle.  Loved it!

For the last 15 or so years I've rode Western.  Either in a rope or cutting saddle.  And I get these bursts of nostalgia where I intensely crave riding English and working on collected and extended gaits.

The problem?  Well, my hands won't tolerate "English" contact.  I am unable to maintain contact.  The reins retreat out of my messed up hands.  Hence the decision to sell the English saddle...  But after sitting in it I want to ride English.  Right now!  Rationally, and logically I know selling it is the right thing to do, but I wonder if there will come a day when I regret it?

This saddle is killing me softly.

Attachment Disorder??

Ryder is such a big baby.  Today I'm home with something wrong with my neck.  Diva often won't "do her business" 1st thing in the morning.   Ryder always does when given the command.  So after breakfast I sent Diva outside into the run.  Ryder wanted to go too, but I kept him in the house with me.  As I brushed my teeth I listened to him cry, whine, howl and in general make a big stink about not going out with his sister - even though he was still with me.  I've seen this type of behavior from him when I crate him and no one is near him.

Last weekend Sarge pulled a fast one.  Ryder was being the fun police in the house, so when Sarge went to town for coffee, he grabbed Ryder and took him.  Ryder cratered.  He shoved his head under a bag and pouted.  This is a dog that loves truck rides and going places.

I know he gets separation anxiety.  So how do you help a dog become more confident independently?

Bugsy

Is Bugsy a bad name for a horse?  It seems to be sticking...

On Saturday, Derek (the farrier) came out and trimmed the horses feet.  Guinness was a little stinker.  He's telling me I need to be working with him.  Unfortunately it won't be this week.  This week I'll be working on report cards and literature review for grad school.  However, once this burst of work is finished I want to start working with him on "halter".  You know like show halter.  I also want to saddle him up a few times, lead him around, etc.

Martini, aka Bugsy, was okay.  Derek took a good inch off her feet.  Yes, the poor girl is a wee bit tender and that was all hoof wall, he left her sole alone.  It'll take a few trims to get her in "shape".  I didn't have any issue to catch her, however she was quite bug eyed the entire time.  When Derek went to work on her right side she actually spooked at him.  She was also a bit passive aggressive with her picking up feet manners.  Hence "Bugsy".  I wonder if this is her issue?  Being spooky?  I was dying to saddle her up and see what she's like under tack but the wind was vicious and icy.  That'll wait for another day.

I've also really noticed bad ground manners.  When feeding she'll do the head bob and shake at me.  This will stop.

The other thing I noticed is Guinness, when standing side by side with Bugsy, has a bum that's darn close to 15 hh.  Guinness won't be 2 years old until June...

Dog Sitting

For the past week I've had a Boston Terrier named Clarus staying with me while her family vacations in San Diego.  She's settled in nicely with my little "pack".  I've been quite impressed with how Ryder has tolerated this pint sized brat.  She loves him.  He's allowed her to sniff and invade his personal space.  He's even playing with her.  Diva on the other hand...  has also been okay.  She doesn't like how Clarus walks underneath her and shoves her head up her rear end, but otherwise has been quite tolerant.  Clarus was a bit on the pudgy side, and even with me being sick has lost weight while here.  

I've been impressed with how gentle Ryder is when he plays with her.  Normally, he's a rough and tumble kinda guy.  

Break Time!

Play with me!

Please play Ryder!

Let's wrestle!