THE BOOOOOB!!!

THE BLOB!!!! AAAAHHHH!!

BEWARE! It's Here!












Kind of like The Blob, but this one is The Boob. Let me explain:

So the strangles saga ended by November (for JJ, at least), at which point he popped a splint (we've been through this, yes?). Then while on stall rest for the popped splint he fell down and injured his other leg (sound familiar yet?).

So that brings us up to about mid- to late December. I started riding again at the end of December and into early January, but that was about it. Next thing I know, there's a giant boob on JJ's right flank. Wait, what? A boob?

That's really the best way I can describe it. A large, jiggly, fluid-filled sac on his flank. And it didn't go away. In fact, it got bigger (DUN DUN DUNNNNNN!). So the vet's out. So the vet drains it. Blood. Repeat x10 (OK, maybe not that many times, but the vet did drain the stupid thing every week for like 6 weeks straight). FINALLY after some stall rest the fluid started showing up yellow instead of red. Sounds gross, but actually a good thing - this meant that the blood vessel that was wounded had finally healed.

OH, by the way, the more scientific term for JJ's boob is HEMATOMA (i.e. big ugly bruise). Don't know how, when, or why, be he managed to bruise himself while turned out alone in his paddock. Awesome.

So anyway, this stupid thing took weeks to heal and I was pretty bored, so it got to the point where I started drawing on it (OK, part of the reason for drawing on Boobalicious was to check its size over time). The result? BOOBASAURUS REX!!! RAAAR!

So the "body" of our lovely boobasaurus is the pool of fluid, while boobasaurus's neck and head constitute the part of JJ's skin that is separated from underlying tissue because of... Well actually, I don't know why it's separated. Because it's JJ, I guess that's why.

Once the fluid came out yellow I was allowed to start riding JJ again and so, as of mid-March, we are back to work. The boob is as big as ever and the vet will probably be coming back in the next week or so to drain it again, but as far as I understand I can expect booby-face to be there for a while.

So yea, that's all for now. More updates soon because I finally have things to write about!

Pogo Stick?

So, I think I have finally, after almost two years, figured JJ out. He is a diehard Pogo Stick enthusiast and his one undying wish is to actually become a Pogo Stick. Hear me out...

Caution: While the following tale is based on a true story, some things may not actually be true at all.¹ 

A long, long time ago in the green, vast fields of West Virginia, little baby JJ (at that point just another un-named yearling) was running wild and free around his field with his friends when out of the corner of his eye he noticed a human passing by. Only, this human wasn't moving in the normal human two-step manner. Rather, this young human appeared to be bouncing up and down on what may have been a very skinny, shiny, one-legged bouncy creature.

"Wow", Un-named JJ said to his best little yearling buddy. "That looks like incredible amounts of fun!!!".

"That looks AMAZING!!!"

JJ asked around the field and soon found out that the one-legged creature was called a "Pogo Stick". That day that JJ decided the only thing he ever wanted in life was to bounce around and have as much fun as that young human boy and his Pogo Stick seemed to be having. He vowed that the very next day he would begin practicing his bounce.

As luck would have it, that very next morning a man came out to the field, slipped a halter over JJ's little baby head, and brought him in to the stable to begin his infamous career as a racehorse.

JJ didn't mind at first. He thought he could just practice pogo-sticking in his free time. He soon found, though, that morning practice was the only time he was out of his stall. All the humans wanted him to do was run as fast as he could on a flat track, which left absolutely no room for bouncing. If he tried, they often became angry with him, so he figured he'd better not.

JJ's racing career lasted a whopping 7 races, 7 of which he lost. During this time he earned the honorable rank of #46,756 out of 59,376 race horses in the US. In his races he "[was] always outrun", "[was] never involved", "showed no interest", "showed no response", and "was not a factor".²

Eventually the track lords gave up on JJ and he was sold. He was loaded into a trailer for a ride that seemed to last forever in the cold darkness of early February. He was driven from West Virginia to Mid-state New York, where he was unloaded into a new world, a new career, and maybe, just maybe, a new chance at becoming a Pogo Stick.

For the first few months he tried very hard. He took every chance he got to fly as high as he could (see Pegasus Post), but his version of flying wasn't quite akin to the Pogo Stick. Sure he was flying, but he wasn't really bouncing. Try as he might, his jumping just wasn't the same as the hoppity-hop motion of the Pogo Stick boy of his childhood. At one point he became so frustrated that he gave up jumping altogether, and even when his new human wanted him to jump an obstacle he just knocked everything down in his devastation (this is actually true, although I failed to write about it). What else could he do?

"Am I doing it right??"

After thinking long and hard he realized his problem: The Pogo Stick had only one leg, whereas he had four! All along he had been trying to hop on four legs - that was his problem! And so, slowly but surely, JJ devised a new plan. His plan involved destroying three of his legs, one at a time and in such a stealthy manner that his new human never even saw it coming. It went a little something like this:

Leg Destruction #1: Left Hind.³
Remove left hind leg. Make it look bloody and gory so as to gain human sympathy. She mustn't suspect a thing. She must feel bad for me so she will still like me and take care of me. I know! Blame another horse! GET KICKED BY ANOTHER HORSE! The result:

JJ's Leg after being kicked by a pasture mate.
Emergency vet call, ~5 stitches, ~7 weeks stall rest.

Leg Destruction #2: Left Front.⁴
That's right - let's destroy an entire side. Human won't suspect a thing but she must still be made to feel bad for me. She mustn't get mad at me. MAKE HER THINK IT'S HER FAULT! YES!! Ruin leg while she is riding me... But it must be a day she forgets to put my booties on. Those damn things will get in the way of my plan. The result: an enormous popped splint on the right front.

Leg Destruction #3: Right Front.⁵
I'm so close... But my left front leg is almost better and soon she'll think she can ride me again. CAN'T LET THAT HAPPEN. Desperate times call for desperate measures... Must injure self IN STALL WHILE ON STALL REST TO RECOVER FROM PREVIOUS INJURY!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Well friends, you've all heard of polo ponies. But me? I got myself my very own Pogo Pony. They say your horse will only be really good at something he loves, so go ahead JJ, hop away.

FOOTNOTES
1. Please take this story with a grain of salt. It is meant to be humorous because if I don't force myself to smile I will fall apart. Please also accept my apology now for being sarcastic beyond reason and possibly bursting into tears at random. I will try very hard not to, I promise. Perhaps another post will explain this further, but not now.⁶
2. Yes, these are actual notes from his races. Notes are found at equibase.com (search Run Rummy Run).
3. This actually happened well over a year ago but in keeping with my overly dramatic fashion I may as well include it ;)
4. This happened late October (2105). After 3ish weeks of stall rest and walk/trot, I let him run free again... Splint got worse. Oops.
5. Are you kidding me?! ARE YOU F***ING KIDDING ME?! Did this actually happen?! Yes. The story goes like this: Tractor outside JJ's stall. JJ loses his shit. Falls down IN STALL. Scrapes shoulder. Right front leg mysteriously doubles in size. Awesome sauce.

Here I am brewing up some Awesome Sauce.

6. In all seriousness I am writing this blog while soaking in a bubble bath with Mai Tai in hand. Life clearly doesn't suck. (Can you put footnotes on footnotes?)

GPC - Like Returning Home!

In high school I was a member of the Groton Pony Club and spent every Thursday in the spring and fall taking lessons at Hazel Grove Park. I showed there, did rallies there, and volunteered to help clean up the facilities in the spring and fall. Needless to say it holds a special little place in my heart, so when I got word that our barn was signing up students for the GPC show you better believe my name was first on that list (and that I was jumping up and down while writing it there).

My goal for this spring was to maybe get JJ out to a dressage show, but throughout the month of April, and with the help of an awesome trainer, we have made some serious progress. So I signed up for the Green division at the GPC 3 phase - WT test with 18'' jumps.

I tacked JJ up at the barn to avoid drama as much as possible. Getting on for dressage was... Interesting, although not too horrible. JJ was a bit of a wound up spring for the warm-up and dressage test and almost every comment from the judge mentioned how tense he was, but we got through it without any major issues and earned a 45.3.

After dressage I untacked to let him relax for about an hour, then tacked and mounted without issue! We had a minor baby defense moment while trying to stand still waiting for stadium, but our stadium and cross-country rounds were absolutely awesome and we came away with a red ribbon!

The Color of Determination

1.9'' short of Boston's snowiest winter on record has some people determined to break the record and survive a record-breaking winter. I like snow and all, but I'm ready for spring.

Last year around this time there was a pretty significant amount of snow too, and I represented my frustration with the following picture:

Last year, that was a tiny bit of an exaggeration. This year, it would be an understatement. In fact, I have the following picture as proof:

Barn, or igloo?

Oh yes, yes it is in fact a barn

So... That metal gate in the front, the lowest part of the fence? Well over four feet high. With these redonkulous amounts of snow riding has been rather limited. I did almost no riding in February (and December and January, but that was due to another matter entirely), but now it's March and I am determined to make some progress!

Last weekend a barn mate and I took a hack to a local indoor for lesson, which also happened to be: A. JJ's first time riding off property (as in, at another facility. We've done plenty of trail rides)

B. JJ's first real ride in over three months

C. JJ's first time in an indoor

D. Our first lesson in well over six months

E. Just all kinds of craziness

We arrived early in order to have plenty of warm-up time (i.e. JJ chillax time). After a few minutes I started to realize what I was seeing from JJ: the exact same behavior he displayed when I first started riding him last March. Anxious, nervous, energy. The desperate need to DO something. So, while I hand-walked him around the indoor to let him check it out, he acted like a classic jumping bean. Another horse cantered around the ring and JJ attempted to join the "race" each time he passed. If I asked him to stand still, he pawed, danced, or kicked out with a back leg. The desperate need for a job. As soon as I hopped on (which was a challenge in and of itself, given his inability to stand still in his new surroundings), he began to settle almost immediately. I kept his mind busy: change of direction, change of gate, little leg-yielding, and he listened like a dream. By this time, though, the lesson was over. Ha!

So, now I'm determined to get JJ really going for this season. How? Where can I ride? Well, it turns out that very close to the barn there's loads of space plowed for free - ROADS! Not ideal, but it's a start. My current "workout" looks like this:

I learned a very valuable lesson today:
Sometimes monsters disguise themselves as empty trash cans.

Another lesson tomorrow - we'll see what happens!

Quick Update

Alright friends, the weather has been total crap lately so I'll make this one quick.

Another cute video of JJ trying (failing) to make friends:

Pulled all of JJ's shoes last week for the winter, since the ground is as soft as it probably ever will be, and I can't do much riding anyway. He was a little bit like "WTF" for the first few days, but he actually seems alright now. And the best part? He's actuallyTHINKING about where his feet are landing!! For anyone who has seen JJ try to trot around a ring, you'll understand how incredibly AWESOME this is!! Normally, or, in the past anyway, JJ would just throw his feet and hope they landed somewhere. As you might imagine, this often ended with a major stumble for JJ and a healthy dose of whiplash for me. I've ridden him twice since he's had his shoes off and he's been SO good. Very exciting.

He's been wonky on the trails out by himself lately (have I mentioned this already?). Anyway he got into this habit of just kind of stopping, spinning, and bolting towards home. So, I started handwalking him all over creation. Up and down the long dirt road across the street, down the street to Pipestave, letting him graze in fields, etc. What a sight we must be, me decked to the nines in orange hand walking a giant horse like someone might walk a dog... Except not. Cool.

Yep.. That's it. Enjoy the video!

New Friends and Field Trips

Aside from trail riding I've got a few other current projects happening at the barn.

For one, I've taken on trailer lessons. Trailer lessons are both for myself and for JJ: I'm learning to hook up and drive the trailer, and JJ is learning to deal with it :) This week we took JJ for a field trip over to the Pipestave grounds - his first real field trip! He loaded very easily on the property, pawed the entire way to Pipestave, pawed while we made him stand on the trailer for a few minutes, and then unloaded very nicely. After a quick look around he went straight for the grass. He munched happily. Five horses (and as many dogs) came galloping towards us, and he munched happily. Those horses and dogs ran away, and he munched happily. Walkers came by with their dogs, and he munched happily. And so, after about 20 minutes of this, we attempted the reload. JJ very calmly walked halfway on the trailer several times before committing to loading. Even when he was all the way on the trailer I allowed him to back out a few times before lifting the ramp and locking him in. Then came the pawing, all the way home.

JJ's been making new friends at the barn too. The video here shows a friend... Maybe I'll say the friend he is most "fascinated" by... Anyway you'll have to watch the video to see what the means :)

We also recently began turning JJ out in the big paddock with four other (older) geldings. He started by travelling all around the paddock and checking everything out, then decided to meet his soon-to-be friends (or so he thought). He literally tried to play with EVERY SINGLE horse. I'm really kicking myself for not getting a video of this, because it is probably one of the funniest things I've ever seen in my life. He approached one horse at a time and followed the same pattern each time. First he would get close to the horse's hindquarters, then he would start licking the horse. Yep, licking. If that didn't get a rise, he would nip the horse. Still no reaction? Another nip. He did this until the horse chased him away, at which point he would attempt with all his heart to play, but the other horse would just walk away. This happened with every single horse, until three of them threatened to kick. He gave up on those three and attached himself to the fourth, most passive horse, Gunner. I'm pretty sure Gunner despises JJ's existence, but he tolerates his antics and the two of them are always together in the paddock.

More updates to come soon!

Enjoying Life, Trail Style!

Since our show debacle (debacle, by the way, is defined as "a sudden and ignominious failure", which I find to be a completely perfect description of the event), JJ and I have been taking it easy and enjoying the fall weather, sunshine, orange leaves, and all the miles of trails West Newbury has to offer.

Along the Merrimack in Hunter Orange

We've run down old dirt roads, walked around a reservoir, hacked along the Merrimack, waded in Mill pond, walked over a wooden bridge (JJ demanded to be led over this), and played on some of the cross country jumps at Pipestave. As JJ's introduction to cross country we did a small rail on the course. He was happy enough to hop over that. A few days later I pointed JJ at a small trakehner style fence (suspended log with a wider base). He actually collected himself for this fence and gave an awesome, powerful jump, complete with a couple celebratory bucks! Then a small log, another small trakehner, and a tiny bank uphill. We saved the ditch for a future date :)

And in the midst of all of this JJ has taken to bout of immense stubbornness. He'll choose something along the trail, say a muddy creak bed or some such "obstacle", and decide that if he goes near it, it will eat him alive. Swallow him whole. No mercy. And therefor, he cannot possibly go near it. So he'll just stop. I'll ask him to go forward and he'll back up. I'll ask him with more fervor and he'll threaten with mini-rears. He'll try to turn and I'll keep him facing the obstacle. He'll strike the ground and I'll push him forward, and so begins the cycle again. BUT, if a horse goes in front of him and leads him through/across/around whatever it is, he has no problem. AND, if we are headed towards home as opposed to away from home, he'll go through/across/around anything, no problem. Stubborn little butt head.

Alas, I know what I have to work on :)