Thursday, October 15, 2015
Vacation and Short Days
Vacation and Short Days
Ellen and I are in the middle of a great riding month—sort of. We had a 4-day weekend for riding—with 2 more scheduled. The weather has been mostly wonderful and the changing trees are gorgeous. That’s the great part. The sad part of October is the days are getting short, and so are my trail rides. I am rushing home, gulping down a quick meal, taking the dog for a short walk, patting the cat on his head and running out to the barn for a very rushed ride. (My cat is not happy about this arrangement.) Still, it is better than riding in the indoor arena. I have months of that ahead of me; no reason to start prematurely.
Last night, was the first time that I couldn’t make it to my usual short-ride turnaround spot. Kevin left before me and I met him right before he was going to cross the river to go home. He turned Starry around and rode with my 10 minutes before we had to go back home. I don’t mind riding in the dark. I just don’t want to ride on the road in the dark.
When we got back, we walked around the loop in the back of the property for 3 laps. I was glad to have company, because when I tried that a few days ago after my ride when I was by myself, Cole was a bit fidgety. With Starry there, he did fine. It won’t be long, and that will be all we will do until the weather gets crummy.
And that is why I like to take vacation time in October! Our rides have been so wonderful—and uneventful—that there isn’t much to say about them. Dante and Cole have just been dream horses. We invite Starry along, sometimes, just so we can have someone who will misbehave.
They are staining the stall walls in our barn. Ellen was out there the day they started. The guy was brushing the bars to clean them. Dante was very curious, wondering what he was doing. Cole was attacking the brush. Ranger was hiding in the corner of his stall. We have 3 very different horses…
I get to review an item from Two Horse Tack! Hurray! Ellen and I just love our bling bridles. I’m getting him a bling halter to match his bridle. I think he will look so handsome in it.
Last night when I was at the barn, Princess, the evil cat who loves me, came to talk to me. She had a burr on the tip of her tail. There was no way I was going to allow that, so with a little struggle I got it out—without a single scratch. (I was rather proud of myself.) She did seem happy about it and show me by not whipping her tail around quite as much.
Speaking of cats, Maggie the Cat needed an operation to remove a cyst in her ear. Ellen and I said we would pay for whatever is left of the bill that other donations don’t cover. We are lucky to have a vet tech at our barn who gets discounted vet care for the barn cats—not to mention how great it is to have someone with so much cat knowledge. Sadly, her horse died a few weeks ago. She is looking for another one, not only so we can have her feline expertise, but because she is a super nice person.
Maggie is doing well, but she has to wear the cone of shame until she gets her stitches out. She isn’t happy about that, at all.
Just waiting for the next long weekend…