Blob and Moutaineer I hope both of you are feeling better soon.
Poor Junior, he's doing fine but I am blessed to have such a level headed pony. I came home from work Thursday evening and rushed to load everyone in order to head down the mountain to the Valley. The boys followed suit and stuck to the routine right up until I went to load Troy. At the moment I readied to head him on to the trailer, the fire truck and ambulance pulled up to the end of my driveway with sirens and lights blaring. It was for my neighbor. Her health is declining rapidly, not sure but I think she's getting ready to be placed in hospice. My heart went out to she and her family; but, I must admit I was stressed with the contemplation that this could send Troy over the edge..........Nope...........he loaded like a gentleman and off we raced.
Got to the Valley and unloaded, all was well. Met my farrier bright and early and Junior was the first to get his feet done. Pulled of his shoes and Miguel looked at me and said, "Lis (thick Mexican accent) I think we have to stick with a 7 week cycle" - had always been 8 weeks for Junior's entire life until the last 3 due to scheduling challenges between both myself and my farrier. As he was saying this he took each of Junior's back shoes and broke them in 2
I have him in regular shoes in front and aluminum in the back because they give him better traction on the pavement without having to go to borium or studs. He then states, "Lis what you tryin' to do? Play Billy goat?" LOL, I think it's proof that I've been achieving more engagement and collection this last shoeing cycle. The trails up and around Prescott are mostly decomposed granite depending on where you go. While I do trail ride weekly, we've been staying off the really rocky hard to get through areas. Junior's aluminums have always shown the signs of wear at the end of a cycle but this was 7 weeks, not 8 and there was practically nothing left.
After my farrier finished all 3 horses, I rode Junior. He was struggling in the above average temperatures; so, as planned I body clipped him. Due to the Welsh Cob hair coat and less than ideal clipper blades (though brand new according to the store/package) it took close to 6 hours to get him completely done. I did give him breaks but I have the best darn pony. He wasn't happy but never acted up or gave me trouble (so lack of cooperation was NOT the cause of our very slow progress). I started him at 1 pm on Friday and put him away (turned out) at 5:30 pm only to finish on Saturday morning (remaining hind legs and that mane). Once we were finished with the clip, he was back on the trailer to go to a lesson. He wasn't all in and it was again due to the heat despite the fresh body clip. Still he gave me some really good work after each rest break. We're still fine tuning things but my instructor insists that she's seen continued improvement. I loaded Junior to go back to my home in the Valley. Once home, I turned him out for the one hour it took me to re-load the trailer with all that I decided to take back with me (getting ready for the CA show), shower and then get all 3 horses on the trailer. He loaded back on like a champ (always the first one on too). Back up the mountain we went. This morning Junior gets to 'just trail ride'. He's deserves a break.
My instructor is concerned that he may peak before the show; so, I'm going to take the less is more approach. He'll still be worked according to my usual routine but we're going to play more in between the hard stuff, do a little less of the hard stuff and more basics, trail, obstacles, etc. I am finding that all the 'playing' that I've incorporated in order to find the forward in my pony is absolutely necessary to keep him happy and engaged (mind wise). I also am so grateful to my typical British Isle pony. We may look like the curmudgeonly old woman on her well matched and equally curmudgeonly pony but his opinions, resistance, belligerence are and always have been tempered with forgiveness. Each day I interact with Junior, he reminds me how much I'm blessed and despite our many near misses peppered with a couple of competitive successes, he is exactly what I was breeding for back when I could call myself a breeder. Not to be forgotten, Troy's relatively passive but very comical personality underscores why this breed (despite my Morgan upbringing) is the one that fully captured my heart. Lastly my neighbor's recent but second emergency in less than a month (she returns home today on hospice), reminds me to thank the powers-that-be for every day I'm able to put a foot in the stirrup.