Friday, February 16, 2007


Mud monster!


Pretty foot!


What's over here?


This is kind of scary!


I don't wanna!


Okay, I did it, now I get some grass...

What a beautiful day today! Bright sun, a little less mud, and lots of time spent with my boy. I trimmed his feet, which he was very good for. Well, he did kick me... I'm not sure he meant to, but I think he probably knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted his right hind back, and I didn't give it to him, and he ended up taking it, with a little tap against my thigh JUST after he got it back. Quite quick. He got in big trouble, had to back all over the place, circle and yield a lot, and then right back to trimming. He didn't do it again. Other than that he did really well.

Then I got him onto the driveway to check my trim, since it's a hard level surface. And we went for a small walk halfway up the driveway, played in some puddles, and then walked out into some standing water in the long grass. Went back, looked in the tack/feed shed, gave him a bite of Roseanne's alfalfa. Sniffed a tarp. Then on to the field where the board and the branches are, and walked over both, calmly and slowly. Took some patience, don't get me wrong, because he didn't really want to, and then he wanted to rush the second half, but we got it done right after a try or two. Then on down the driveway to see the Sox's and check out the drainage ditch there. I got him to WALK over it, rather than jump, at a point where the banks weren't high, but where the banks were higher he insisted on jumping. I think he knew what I wanted, as I could shut down his jump and get him to step one foot at a time at the shallow spot, but he just didn't want to walk down into the creek where the banks were higher. Went back, did a slight amount more work on one hoof, and then reluctantly put him away.

He was so relaxed today! Not so boogery around the yard where all the toys are. And happy to be out and about, I think.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

I love this horse!

Tonight I took a step stool into the stall with me when I went to do the compress and antibiotics. I figured I could stand on it and groom him, see what happened. He really needed the grooming, he is a mud monster! I expected him to act funny just seeing the step stool when I led him into the stall, but he didn't care. Cozied right up to it while he ate his hay and I "compressed" his owie. Climbed up and brushed both sides, being pretty ostentatious about the fact that I was on both sides at once. He sure didn't mind. He did pay attention to what was going on, but was not at all worried for the most part. Went to other side, my natural mounting side, did same. He was goofier about that at first. Still didn't actually move, but really watched me, and tensed up a bit at first. He settled in, and I bumped his side, brushed both sides, leaned way over, thumped the other side gently with the brush. Pretended to be about to throw a leg over, bumping and rubbing the side of his rump with my knee and foot. He thought that was weird at first. Finally I put almost all my weight on his back several times, but I couldn't totally commit because I had lumpy objects in the front of my coat (ouch on his back) and I wasn't wearing a helmet, and I had told nobody of my plans... He was wonderful through it all. What a great horse! Then I moved my stool back, unhaltered him, and just sat and listened to them all munching.

What a great night.

Monday, February 12, 2007

This morning is an odd one... I'm feeling a bit off. Ever have days like that? Not bad, just weird. I think the horses are feeling that way too. Or maybe they're just feeling good! I had to leave the bucket for the warm compress inside so I could take the dogs out, so I got everyone's grain (minimal+vitamins for the horses, lots of grain for the calves) and went to give Tonka his antibiotics. He decided to let me know he wasn't interested in being caught. He hasn't done that for a long time! He was bucking and running, and Danni (the race horse) was REALLY putting on some speed. Lyric of course was being a basket case. I'm not sure if he was enjoying himself as much as the other two were, or if he was just reacting. Finally Tonka turned back before I asked him to, turned back again, and faced me. In essence, he said, "Okay, I'm done now." I haltered and medicated him, and gave him some love.

Then I went to feed the two Soxes at the other end of the driveway, COMPLETELY forgetting to give anyone at this end hay. So had to go back out there. They're all looking at me like, "What? Why? Where?" And soon I will have to finally get around to the warm compress. I decided to have another cup of coffee first.

Tonka is SO covered in mud. It's disgusting. Most of the others are too. I need to get some chips or gravel or SOMETHING. I wish we had a big farm truck to get a load of hog fuel (wood chips/strips, don't know why they call it that) from the local mill. But one pickup load wouldn't go far... Could make several trips... Spring is good, nice to have more daylight, but I hate mud.

Thursday, February 08, 2007

If those of you who are horse owners don't mind, I'd love if you answered some questions on my hoof care survey.

Thank you!

Monday, February 05, 2007

YAY! Vet came out, said he could be wrong (longshot) but it's not strangles! Not the right size/shape or in the right spot. Lungs good, eyes good, no nasal discharge... I do have to put him on antibiotics for at least a week. Yuck. Steve (vet) started talking about penicillin and I cringed. He then asked if I had sulfas, and YES, I have LOTS, and they don't involve painful injections. Wonderful good. I like to mix pancake syrup (low-cal) with my drugs, it makes it so much easier. The reason for the antibiotics is some nasty bacteria that can get into wounds like this. Steve's horse recently got a splinter under the jaw and had to be on antibiotics for a month. Hope I don't have to do that!

He was really impressed with how well behaved Tonka was, and liked the way he was put together, other than that he's pigeon toed. Then he went on to say that his horse is pigeon toed so it's no big deal, just makes them more predisposed to splints. That explains why Tonka got that splint so easily. I love talking about my boy and having other people admire him! He's so great.

Steve agreed that he shouldn't be doing any long hard rides this year (the trainer I'm considering takes them on 15 mile rides). So I think I'm going to pony him, saddle him, ride him around a bit, and send him for serious training this time next year when I'm gone for farrier school anyway.

He's just starting to lose the first of his baby teeth, so he's probably closer to 2 1/2 than 3.

Tonka is a darn special horse. I just love him more and more all the time.

Sunday, February 04, 2007

Just quickly updating. Nothing new with Tonka's sickness. He appears to be happy and healthy. Except for that little abscess. Which still looks the same. I think I'm going to urge the vet to come out, unless he thinks there's a good likelihood he won't find anything. I'll keep you posted.

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Tonka is sick! Well, not really sick. He acts the same as ever, but he's got an abscess under his jaw and one eye is goopy. So of course we have to worry about strangles. We won't know for sure until I can get it to come to a head so I can get a culture. In the meantime he's in quarantine, back in the "mustang pen" he lived in when he first came here.

Quarantine is a nasty word and I hate it! It's really hard to figure out how I'm going to keep from getting germs anywhere. Separate clothes/boots when I deal with him... bleaching everything... Ugh. I am not generally a clean freak and this is so weird for me. Slipping into cold boots and clothes left outside just for the purpose of dealing with him... Brrr. And he's so unhappy out there. Not depressed, more keyed up. It is a good bonding time though. I just hung out with him for a while this morning after we did the warm compress. He'd stand with me, go look for other horses, eat a couple bites, come stand with me again. It's nice to have him looking to me for comfort. Not that we didn't have a good relationship, but this kind of forces us to spend time together, with nobody else to distract us. Like a second honeymoon... Gotta look at the bright side, right?

Well, I'm off to shop and try to find some cheap or disposable coveralls... what a nightmare.

(I had to come back and edit, I realized I don't sound worried about my boy... I'm trying not to be, because it's probably not strangles. I'm trying not to think about it too deeply. I start thinking about him getting really really sick, or the whole herd getting sick, and I get pretty freaked. So yeah, I am worried. Not being heartless, just trying to keep my chin up!)

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Check out this other mustang blog. http://mustangdiaries.blogspot.com/ This is Tracy, who adopted her Quiet Storm at the same adoption I got Tonka at.

She has, on one of her blogs, tagged all who read to tell TEN things about themselves that others may not know. Here goes...

1. I seriously need to lose weight... Like, lets see, at least 45 pounds... Working on it though! Gotta get slim and strong because I'm gonna be a farrier!

2. I may live on a wee farm, but I am NOT a morning person. When we get the milk cow, she will have to adhere to my schedule, which will never include getting up at 5 in the morning.

3. When I was about 11 or 12 I wanted to fly a Cobra helicopter in the Army. I seriously can't remember why I chose that specific aircraft. Would've made more sense to choose Air Force since there was a base just over the mountain.

4. At that age I lived in Tijeras, New Mexico, which is in the mountains outside Albuquerque, and the air force base was Kirtland. WEIRD goings on in the skies over our place sometimes. Lazers, sonic booms... Aliens???

5. I moved around a lot, but I wasn't a military brat, as some assume. Henry, my stepdad, was in school to become a psychologist. UNM is a cool school. NM is a cool place. WOW, the desert is beautiful. They call it the Land of Enchantment for good reason.

6. I find it weird, after living in areas of such cultural diversity, to live in such a non-diverse place. It takes a lot of the spice out of life. It's hard to relate to some of the innocent racism here... People don't even realize their statements are racist.

7. I used to LOVE the Native American area of the NM state fair. The dances, all the hot guys with the long black hair. Oooh, there was this one time the hottest guy there asked Carrie and I to dance with him. Luckily it was a really basic dance. I got to hold his hand...

8. I'm finding that I like bluegrass music. Only the good stuff though! And most assuredly not country. Except a couple songs. I'm slipping! Becoming a Yokel!

9. I have very few friends. I mean, like just a couple. But I love them dearly, and they make up for all the "acquaintance" type friends I could have if I were a more sociable person. I just don't do well with meeting new people.

10. People think I'm stuck up. I don't like that... Actually I'm just shy, as I said before. Weird to think that someone could think *I* am stuck up, but I can see their point. I've met shy people before and my first impression was that they thought they were too good to talk to me. So I better work on that.

Oh, and about that other list of things about me... No, I never rode the goat... I've always been a pretty obedient child (at least, when I might get caught).

Tuesday, January 23, 2007



Look at my boy! This is a before and after comparison with exactly 8 months in between. The first picture is his second day here, learning to put a web halter on over his other halter. The second was yesterday. (Do you see the white stuff flying in both? Neat. Cottonwood cotton in one, snow in the other). He's sure grown. Probably about a hand in height, and you can see the difference in bulk. Some of that is winter fuzz, of course.

I have another blog here, www.horsetales.blogspot.com. I wrote a post there tonight that I like if you want to check it out.

Question for you: Do you think it's silly that I keep my mustang blog separate from my general horse blog? So much overlaps, but I wanted a blow-by-blow of just the mustang training. Not a lot of training going on lately... And, I must admit, I have even a third blog, which generally does not discuss horses, and is mainly for family type stuff that my family type people might be more interested in. My only family member that likes horses doesn't read any of these. I was thinking I'd spare them the horse chatter. Actually now that I think about it, my family doesn't read that one either... I'm not talking about my husband, I think he reads them all.

Okay, now I realize I'm just babbling. Good night!

Sunday, January 21, 2007

I've been tagged by Patricia at www.dinetahtrails.com/blog to tell y'all 5 things you probably don't know about me...

1. I lived in New Orleans for a year when I was 15. A friend lived on Bourbon street so I practically lived in the French Quarter when I wasn't in Catholic school. (We're not religious, but you can't go to public school there if you want an education). It was a heckuva lot of fun. Not the Catholic school though! To make it horse related, that friend also had a filly named Georgia boarded at the stables by the zoo, and we got to help get all the horses ready for Mardi Gras.

2. I am HORRIBLY shy. Just not in text. And not when talking horses!

3. I totally made fun of people who looked like cowboys when I was younger. (My friend Carrie had a really good one - she called the big rodeo belt buckles tombstones for dead meat. Heehee...) In fact, I once had a mohawk and later had partially royal blue hair. But I still loved horses.

4. Okay, so I asked my husband for help on this and he said. "You have a foot fetish... A HORSE foot fetish!" I am really into hooves, and I'll be going to farrier school next year.

5. When I was 2 years old my sister and I used to CONSTANTLY bug my mom to let us ride our goat, Mitzi, since we didn't have a horse. She never let us.

Gosh, this has been fun. Don't be surprised if I subject you to a longer list one of these days...

And just for fun, here's a not too great picture of Tonka on January 14th. His butt looks all teeny-weeny, but it isn't as bad as it looks. Hey! John and I were visiting with them today, and he noticed that Tonka and Danni's rumps are about the same height. So maybe I'm looking at having a 16 hand mustang boy... Withers aren't that high yet, and Danni has an uphill build, so hopefully he'll fall short of that just enough to be balanced front to back. He's getting so big and bulky, and his feet are so beautiful, he just about makes me drool. I have got to get a better picture!

Saturday, January 06, 2007

Not much going on with the horses here. The weather has been TERRIBLE. Can't wait for spring! Or wind-less, rain-less weather cold enough to keep the ground frozen...

I read this elsewhere, and I like it enough that if you read all my blogs you'll find it on all of them:

A Simple Statement "I Ride."
I ride. That seems like such a simple statement. However as many women who ride know it is really a complicated matter. It has to do with power and empowerment. Being able to do things you might have once considered out of reach or ability. I have considered this as I shovel manure, fill water barrels in the cold rain, wait for the vet/farrier/electrician/hay delivery, change a tire on a horse trailer by the side of the freeway, or cool a gelding out before getting down to the business of drinking a cold beer after a long ride.
The time, the money, the effort it takes to ride calls for dedication. At least I call it dedication. Both my ex-husbands call it 'the sickness'. It's a sickness I've had since I was a small girl bouncing my model horses and dreaming of the day I would ride a real horse. Most of the women I ride with understand the meaning of 'the sickness'. It's not a sport. It's not a hobby. It's what we do and, in some ways, who we are as women and human beings. I ride. I hook up my trailer and load my gelding. I haul to some trailhead somewhere, unload, saddle, whistle up my dog and I ride. I breathe in the air, watch the sunlight filter through the trees and savor the movement of my horse. My shoulders relax. A smile rides my sunscreen smeared face. I pull my ball cap down and let the real world fade into the tracks my horse leaves in the dust. Time slows. Flying insects buzz loudly, looking like fairies. My gelding flicks his ears and moves down the trail. I can smell his sweat and it is perfume to my senses. Time slows. The rhythm of the walk and the movement of the leaves become my focus. My saddle creaks and the leather rein in my hand softens with the warmth.
I consider the simple statement; I ride. I think of all I do because I ride. Climb granite slabs, wade into a freezing lake, race a friend through the manzanita all the while laughing and feeling my heart in my chest. Other days just the act of mounting and dismounting can be a real accomplishment. Still I ride, no matter how tired or how much my seat bones or any of the numerous horse related injuries hurt. I ride. And I feel better for doing so. The beauty I've seen because I ride amazes me. I've ridden out to find lakes that remain for the most part, unseen. Caves, dark and cold beside rivers full and rolling are the scenes I see in my dreams. The Granite Stairway at Echo Summit, bald eagles on the wing and bobcats on the prowl add to the empowerment and joy in my heart. I think of the people, mostly women, I've met. I consider how competent they all are. Not a weenie amongst the bunch. We haul 40ft rigs, we back into tight spaces without clipping a tree. We set up camp. Tend the horses. We cook and keep safe. We understand and love our companions, the horse. We respect each other and those we encounter on the trail. We know that if you are out there riding, you also shovel, fill, wait and doctor. Your hands are a little rough and you travel with out makeup or hair gel. You do without to afford the 'sickness' and probably, when you were a small girl, you bounced a model horse while you dreamed of riding a real one. author unknown

Wednesday, January 03, 2007




I tried bitting Tonka right before his good feed, and he was agitated the entire time. Did this for 3-4 days. So this morning I decided not to, and good thing too because he has NEVER acted like he did this morning. He was rearing in the stall, tossing his head around, kind of throwing his back feet up, but not far up. So I chased him out of the stall a couple times and I didn't give him his good grub. He just got hay. I think I may cut out the good grub completely, or at least cut it back to just a bite or two. If he's feeling that frisky he obviously isn't putting whatever energy the feed is giving him into growth, which is what I intended it for. Not that he was getting much, and it wasn't precisely "grain." I don't like feeding grain unless necessary. It was 1.5 cups of beet pulp, less than a cup of alfalfa pellets, and 1 cup of pea pellets, which aren't 100% peas, there is a lot of chaff and other filler in there. Now that I look at it that sure seems like a lot of extra feed for a mustang. I guess when I think of it in comparison to what the old horses get it didn't seem like much. He's not fat though, so that's good. I'll just cut it back to a sprinkle of each... Or none at all if he keeps acting like that.

Anyway, back to the bit. I have decided that it will work better to put the bit in his mouth and then do something else to distract him from it, so he'll know that life does go on just fine even with a bit in his mouth. BUT it's raining like crazy and the pastures are flooded and the mud is not conducive to training, so it'll have to wait...

Above are some pictures of our creek, which is now a little river, just got that way overnight. Normally it'd be about 8-10 feet lower than what you see there, with tall dirt banks.

Saturday, December 30, 2006


So, I suppose it's obvious from the post about the headstall that Tonka wore a bridle and bit for the first time. It was pretty low-key. It took a while for him to be okay with that big strange leather thing going over his face, but then it was no biggie. The bit, however, was unwelcome. He actually seemed a little scared about it being in his mouth. I let him fiddle with it for a few minutes, then took it off. Soon I would like to put it in his mouth and then let him get used to it for a while, maybe do some other work while he wears it, or take him for a walk, so he can think of other things and then come back to the idea, etc.

The above picture is from tonight, when I was trying the new headstall on Danni. Tonka was convinced that just possibly that camera was a treat in disguise.

I traded the Old Timer headstall in for a different one. Will post pics when he wears it. I know it will fit him, and it will look nice, although it doesn't stand out like the other did. I wish the other had worked out, but in the end I had to admit that the browband was just too small, which put too much pressure on the back of the ears. This one is nice too. More conventional, with a browband knot and some rawhide and conchos to pretty it up.

Well, I must be off to bed! Need to get some rest in preparation for a long day tomorrow (hopefully with some horseplay involved), and much fun for New Year's Eve!

Tuesday, December 26, 2006



I got a new headstall, a kind I really like the look of, and I’m not sure I like it on my horses with a snaffle bit. I’ve been told by one person that it just doesn’t look right with a snaffle, it needs a shanked bit to look right, but I ride in a snaffle. Here are pictures. One of Tonka, who had never had a bit in his mouth before, thus the funny face, and it wasn’t adjusted quite right, the sides needed to come down farther to cover up the sides of the bit. The other is Danni, and I think I had it adjusted right on her, with the bit hidden better. I can take it back and get something more conventional, but I don’t know whether I should. I really like this type of bridle. But the more I look at it the more I wonder if it really does look stupid. (It’s going to look bad enough riding Danni in an English saddle with western tack otherwise, until I find a western saddle to fit her). What would you do? Take it back or keep it?

By the way, if you're reading both my horse blogs, sorry that the last few posts have been duplicate. Just want to make sure I cover all bases with these two. And I don't know why this is in bold...

Saturday, December 23, 2006

Here is an interesting Fall 2006 article from Cowboy Magazine by Dr.
Robert M. Miller DVM that I saw posted on an online group, but it is
also posted online at
http://www.equine-reproduction.com/articles/Horse-Lovers.shtml

"And They Call Us Horse Lovers"

By Robert M. Miller, DVM

The Nation was shocked when Barbaro broke down shortly after
leaving the gate at the Preakness. I saw the repaired fractures in
TIME magazine. What I think happened is that the sesamoid bone
fractured, a common injury. As a result, the fetlock collapses
causing the pastern bone to explode into multiple fragments, probably
with the next stride or two.

The last time the general public was exposed to a racetrack
tragedy like this was when the great filly, Ruffian, fractured; the
injury eventually resulting in her death.
The news media focuses on great champions like these, but what most
people don't realize is that such injuries are relatively common
occurrences in horse racing.
Part of the cause is that we have bred athletic power into our
racing breeds far exceeding what nature requires for the horse to
survive in its natural environment. All wild horses need to do is
outrun a big cat. We have selectively bred for speeds that the
anatomy of the horse cannot always cope with.
In addition, we train and race them long before they are mature.
The immature are often capable of spectacular athletic performance.
Every time I watch an Olympics and I see gymnasts as young as 13, 14
or 15 years of age, I wince at the thought of the damage I know is
occurring to some of their bodies. I started a year of gymnastics at
17 years of age, and I wasn't very good, but I still managed to do
damage that manifested itself many years later. Fortunately, I was
drafted into the Army at 18, which ended my gymnastic career.

Half a century ago, when I was cowboying, "colts" were started at
four years of age or older. Once in a while, one might be started as
a three-year-old.
Despite some very hard work, barring accidents, those ranch horses
were still sound and working into their 20's.
I'm not opposed to racing. It's a great sport and has motivated
mankind to produce truly great horse breeds. But I am opposed to any
practices which contribute to premature crippling of otherwise
healthy horses.

Some years ago, the annual convention of the American Association
of Equine Practitioners (A.A.E.P.) was held in Dallas. The same week,
the national cutting horse futurities were being held in nearby Fort
Worth. Three colleagues from Sweden told me that they wanted to see
the cutting horses.
So, one evening, after the day of scientific lectures had ended, I
accompanied the three Swedish vets to Fort Worth.
After watching several horses perform, the senior Swede, a professor
from the vet school in Upsula, Sweden, said, "This is incredible! It
must take many years to obtain such performance from a horse."
"But," I answered, "this is a futurity."
"I do not understand this word," he said.
"These are colts," I explained. "These are just three-year-olds. "
He looked shocked, turned to his companions and explained to them in
Swedish and then said to me in English, "I have only two comments:
One, it must take great skill to be able to train a horse to do this
in so brief a time. And, two, what is happening to their poor legs?"

Today, we have all sorts of futurities - reining, cutting, barrel
racing, etc. I have tried many times to get owners to postpone
arduous training to give the colt a chance to mature. Most of the
time, I was ignored.
The lure of winning something or making some money was too great
to resist. My strategy when the owner insisted on going ahead with
training and/or competition that I felt was premature was to
say, "That's okay. You go ahead. What you are doing is very good for
my business."

Why is it that the protests against over-using young horses come
primarily from the people who profit from such abuse - the
veterinarians? Is it because we best understand the trauma being
inflicted upon immature skeletons, joints, ligaments and tendons?
Just as I am not opposed to racing, if properly conducted, I am not
opposed to horse shows or competitive equine events.
Horse shows, like all livestock shows, were conceived of long ago to
"improve the breed". They were designed to demonstrate and reward the
people who were doing the best job of breeding, of selecting
bloodstock, and of creating superior bloodlines.
Unfortunately, human nature, vanity and greed have corrupted the
horse show industry.

We see grotesque caricatures of the original character of each
breed. Stock horses, the working ranch breeds, are shown in Western
Pleasure classes traveling in a manner that would drive a working
cowboy crazy. With lowered heads, going in a downhill manner, these
horses greatly magnify the forces placed upon the forelimbs. Once
again, good for us vets. It produces income, but the horses suffer.
The wonderful Tennessee Walking Horse is shod and shown in distorted
gaits that can only be called "grotesque".

If it weren't for the frequent veterinary checks, which are
mandatory, can you imagine how many endurance racing horses would die
because of their riders' consuming desire to win? I remember the
early endurance races.
Saddlebred, with surgically distorted tails, and gingered anuses, are
exhibited with the pupils of their eyes dilated with atropine.
How many people who sincerely consider themselves to be "horse
lovers" wean foals at three months of age, or even earlier, which
nature never intended?

How many horses, a gregarious species, spend their lives locked in
box stalls? How many horses in the U.S.A, like so much of our human
population, are damaged healthwise by excessive nutrition?
Such abuses exist in ever breed, every discipline, in every equine
sport. We need to step back and analyze what we are doing.
One of my clients was a prosperous, educated couple. They were very
congenial, and they owned three Quarter Horses. One day, they called
me to come to their home to worm their horses and check them over and
booster their vaccinations. When I arrived, I found only two horses,
so I asked where the third one was.

"Oh, he's in training as a reining horse, with ____________ " (a
successful and notoriously brutal trainer who also happened to be one
of my clients).
I said, "Oh, I see."
Then the wife said, "We know how cruel he is to the horses, but he
wins!" I never felt the same toward those people, again.
This same trainer (he's been dead for many years) once said to
me, "Doc, why can't you guys cut the tails on my horses? Why do you
make me drive 300 miles round trip to get my tails done?"
He was referring to the illicit surgical paralyzing of the tail,
common in reining horses so they can't switch their tails. ALL of the
horses in his barn had their tails cut.
I said, "Were you ever beaten in a show by a horse that you knew had
its tail cut?"
"Oh sure," he said. "Lots of times."
"Well," I told him, "I didn't cut the tail nor did my partners. We
won't do anything against the association rules."
This same guy, a world-class competitor, kept every horse in his barn
on Serpecil, a tranquilizer not approved by FDA for use in horses. I
have no idea where he got the drug, but somebody was selling it to
him.

I believe that a conspiracy exists in the horse show industry. The
trainers are judges, and the judges are trainers. Too often, they
scratch each others' backs.
If Western Pleasure horses were shown as they were 50 or 60 years
ago, a good amateur could turn out a champion. But it takes a real
pro to produce the freaks seen in today's Western Pleasure classes.
And, after the horse goes back to the owner from the trainer and is
no longer winning, it has to go back to the trainer for a "tune-up".
A few days before I wrote this article, I got back from Bishop Mule
Days, a unique event I attend every year that has no equal anywhere
in the world. I had the pleasure of seeing Western Pleasure mules
that WERE NOT "peanut rollers".
The trend began some years ago, but the mule people balked at it and
ruled it out. GOOD FOR THEM! You see, to be a mule lover, you REALLY
gotta love horses!

_____

This article originally appeared in the Fall 2006 edition of
<http://www.equine- reproduction. com/cgi-bin/ AX/ax.pl?
http://www.cowboyma gazi
ne.com/> Cowboy Magazine

Tuesday, December 05, 2006



Now that I can post pictures again, here are some of the $25 horses available during the December promotion. Of course, don't hold me to it, the horses could be adopted before you get there...

Friday, December 01, 2006

They are SO taunting me! The BLM sent me an email today about their December promotion. At the Burns Oregon corrals there are about 80 studs and geldings ages four and up that are available for $25! Plus of course any other horse for $125. And they'll haul them up to 400 miles one way for free! We're within that distance.

I was going to post a beautiful picture of some of the available horses, but I foolishly updated to the new and "improved" Blogger and cannot post pictures. Hopefully that will resolve itself in time.

Anyway, if you're looking for a wonderful smart horse, and have some training ability, maybe you ought to think about a mustang.

Monday, November 27, 2006





Tonka was such an incredibly good boy for his trim today. I just trimmed his fronts, because I know how hard it is for a young horse to stay focused on one task for long, and I'm not a very quick trimmer. As it was he was mouthing my back and licking snow off the leadrope and basically being distracted. He stood like a rock whenever I picked up his foot though. Then when I'd put it down he'd do a little bit of defensive behavior, backing up and facing me and all the tools, like he'd rather I wasn't next to his leg. But when I went back to work he was still as could be. Well, other than the snow licking and such.

Then I trimmed Lyric's fronts, because I may as well get 4 hooves done. Tonka thought he needed to hang around for moral support, and then help with the tools when I left them alone for a minute. Later I was taking pictures and Soxy decided that I really should be petting her, so she came up behind me and nudged me. It was very sweet. I wish I had more time just to be out in the pasture hanging out with them. It's nice when they include me in their lives.

Sunday, November 19, 2006

Last night Della and I got to go out for our birthdays (6 months late). Part of the deal was that John would feed the animals if I got the feed all ready to go. I got home before he fed, but he fed anyway. It was really seeming like it was taking a long time, but I don't know how long it usually takes me, I just do it. Then he came in and told me that someone had gone through the part of the fence that's just 3 strands of cheap electric tape, and Soxy, Tonka, and Lyric had been out. Soxy went in with just a little fuss. John opened the narrow gate for Tonka, and Tonka just walked in like, "Oh yeah, this is where I need to be, thanks." This is a gate he usually stops to think on before going through. This he did with no halter, in the dark, with Lyric being a scaredy cat nearby. And John never handles or messes with him, so I think it's awesome that Tonka trusted him. John didn't realize yet that the fence was down, so let him back into the area where there was essentially no fence along one side. But Tonka followed him through another gate and into the big pasture where the fencing was still whole. Wow, that's my boy. He's amazing.

I went out this morning to check them over thoroughly, and nobody is hurt at all. I wonder why someone went through the fence. Maybe a moose came through? The dogs were barking madly about an hour before John went out. I wish I knew what happened. I'll look for tracks when I go fix the fence.

Another funny story from the other night: I took Maya, my dog who loves to do chores with me, out to help me feed. I was walking through the area where I feed Tonka, Lyric, and Soxy. They usually come in from the pasture and get there just after me. Maya knows better than to go into the fenced area unless invited, but I heard a very quiet noise behind me, so I turned around, saying, "Maya?" RIGHT in my face was Tonka, blinking and flinching from my headlight shining in his eyes, and looking totally innocent and curious. He snuck up on me! I don't know where he came from, or how he got that close without me knowing. Silly boy.

I sure do love my mustang!

Sunday, November 12, 2006



Here are some pictures of Tonka from yesterday. He really is growing nicely, but he still looks like a baby to me. I've spent some time with him the last few days, just grooming and messing with feet. He's a sweetie and I am so looking forward to our lives together. I have very high hopes for this guy. Not that I expect him to become famous or great or anything, but I do think we'll have a lot of good times together. I really can't wait to see what he looks like next summer, and 3 years from now, and...