Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Eek!

Fiona earned her keep the other night.

My roommate and I were sitting on the couch watching tv. I was eating dinner and therefore not really paying attention to anything going on around me. Meanwhile, my roommate noticed that Fiona kept staring at her. She did the whole is-she-looking-at-me glance a couple of times, then finally realized she she was looking slightly over her head. She turned around to look behind her. Here's how it went from my POV:

*roommate turns around, looks right over the top of my head, and INHALES SHARPLY*

I don't know how I managed to keep my food from flying off my plate, but I leapt off the couch, screaming "WHAT?! WHAT?! WHAT IS IT??", thinking there was like a hive of wasps landing on my head. Then, I turned around to find this crawling across the curtain right above where I had been sitting:

Safely (?) ensconced in the trash can


With its tail extended (how it was walking), it was about 3" long. I said a few choice words, then yelled "Get a trash can!" and ran for the fly swatter. I was afraid it was going to get to the end of the curtain and abandon ship, and then I'd have to move because I'd know it was hidden in the house somewhere. I don't do scorpions.

Fortunately, we were able to knock it into a small trash can, and then we took it outside. I foolishly tipped the trashcan where I couldn't see it, and it shot out of it faster than we expected- thankfully the opposite way from my foot. She got a few good stomps in and crushed it.

Fiona got lots of extra lovin' that night.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Phew

So, with everything going on from my aunt's wreck, to my roommate going out of town (meaning I had to care for her horses), and my landlords going out of town (also meaning I have to care for their many, many animals), there has not been a lot of time for my own ponies. Well, in the riding sense, at least.

Due to either a fly allergy or an allergy to the goat weed that is growing taller than my head in some places, Sienna currently looks like a mange patient, effectively halting our show aspirations next month ("Hello, judge. Why yes, this is a Mexican Hairless Paint, thanks for noticing."). I have given her more baths, loaded her with more fly spray, Corona (the cream, not the beer) and aloe cream, and stared in hopeless despair at her more these last couple of weeks than possibly I ever have Chica in the 11.5 years I've owned her (slight exaggeration).

Close up of her flank


Fortunately, since locking her up away from the pasture (and other horses, much to her chagrin), she has not developed any new spots, and she doesn't seem as itchy- making me believe my goat weed theory is correct. Most of her other spots seem to be healing/regrowing hair, minus one over her tail head that the flies love to dine on (oh, add "Fly Rid" to the list of healing ointments). In addition to her skin problems, she was having a lameness issue due to some hoof that just broke off one day because of a) how dry it has been and b) being overdue on having her feet trimmed (totally my fault, but not due to lack of trying). Her foot is very short right now, and the plan is that it will grow back out without breaking again. She seems to no longer be lame, but I don't think she's quite 100% back to normal. Ack, horses.

I was able to longe her yesterday, and I was surprised at how good/responsive she was. She was heavy on the longe line but not actually pulling me around. We worked on some showmanship afterwards, and in spite of her no longer remembering how to set up, I was very pleased with how she did. She's really learning to read my body language so that I'm not constantly having to get after her.

Once I feel like she's sound enough to ride again (and I'm no longer having to feed/water my landlord's dog, 500 cats/kittens, 2 male Boar goats that are "in the mood", and 5 chickens), I'm hoping to start riding her English. I've been very excited to start, but it seems like things keep cropping up.

As for my aunt's wreck, I am very happy to say that my last cousin that was still in the hospital got to go home yesterday. In spite of all of their injuries and pain, they were all very happy to be together again. Healing will take time physically and emotionally, but it could have been so much worse. We have been so blessed with friends and family. I am so grateful for all of the people who have texted, called, and emailed me to check on the girls and see how they are doing and to let me know that they are praying about them. I even had a guy that I'm barely acquaintances with email me at work and offer to donate blood for them. So many people that have never met my family and that don't live anywhere near them have offered their help, should we need it. In a time where I was feeling bitter, angry, and just plain sorry for myself, God has really opened my eyes to how giving and compassionate people can be- in more ways than one.

A month or two ago when I decided to go ahead and have a neurectomy performed on Chica, I hung up with the vet after hearing the cost feeling dejected and despairing. I had several friends very nicely tell me they would loan me the money if I needed it. I declined- I have the money, the cost would just wipe out most of what I have- but I spent many a sleepless night crying/worrying over what I was going to do.

Enter a lady that I have never met, a total stranger. My roommate was telling her about Chica and about how the surgery was going to be so expensive. She told her to have me send her a flyer about Chica that she could pass around her office and try to raise money for it. It was nice enough that someone was willing to go to bat for me- especially someone who didn't know me- but when she emailed me the total she had raised a couple of days ago, it was like... I don't know. I still don't think it has hit me. It probably won't until I go in to have to pay for the surgery and they say, "$__ amount was raised, you only owe $___". One guy donated a 1/3 of what was raised out of his own personal checking account.

I may never meet these people. I intend to send them a nice card with my thanks hopefully as jubilantly expressed as I can word it. I just can't believe that strangers would give so much money to a random girl and her horse so that the horse doesn't have to live in pain anymore.

I'm waiting for the vet to call me to set up an appointment to get the surgery done. I'm worried about how it will go, but I'm trying to not worry about it until the day of. There are too many other things to worry about right now- like, hopefully the pen Sienna is in is still standing when I get home from work!

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Blessed.

Last Monday, I was at the vet with Ramses for a little spot over his eye that would not go away. He was rubbing and rubbing it and making it worse. While I was in the little room waiting for the tech to come in, my mom called me to tell me that she was on her way to Austin, as my aunt and cousins had been in a wreck. At that point, we didn't know details, so we didn't know how bad it was.

As it turned out, my aunt was driving to meet my grandparents so that one of my cousins could stay with them for a couple of days, when an oncoming car suddenly veered into her lane, causing an unavoidable head-on collision. The cars were traveling probably around 70 miles an hour. The other car, a Mazda SUV, immediately caught on fire and spun into a ditch. The pregnant driver and her two young sons were killed.

My aunt's minivan spun around so that it ended up facing the opposite way in the road. She saw the other car catch on fire, and she could even feel its heat through the closed minivan. She stumbled out of the van, yelling at her kids to get out of the car in case the fire spread. The lock system on the minivan had shut down, however. At this point, a couple of men had stopped and were working frantically to get the door open to get my cousins out. They ripped the handle off the door. They ended up having to break a window to get the kids out. They got my cousins out one at a time and asked them to sit patiently in the grass, away from the accident. 

Meanwhile, my aunt, who knew her leg was broken, tried getting around the car to the kids. She stepped on her injured leg and fell in the middle of the highway, unable to get back up. One of the men carried her to the kids. 

According to one of the girls, a lady "held up a blanket to shield them from the smoke of the burning car" while they sat there. 

I'm going to take a minute to say how grateful I am to all of these strangers that helped my family. From helping them out of the car, to shielding them from the horrific scene of a car on fire with people inside- I tear up just thinking about the kindness of all of these people. I know you'll never see this, but thank you so much.

Two of the girls were life-flighted to the hospital, and my aunt and the other girl were taken in an ambulance. They later discovered that the daughter taken in the ambulance was worse off than they had originally realized. 

My aunt had a collapsed lung, cracked ribs, a broken nose, a broken leg- and her heel was shoved up into her ankle, severing the tendons and ligaments in the process.

The oldest daughter had a broken collar bone, cracked ribs and sternum, and compression fractures in her spine. She also had to have surgery for internal bleeding from her intestines.

One of the younger two, K, had low to medium spleen and liver injuries, a broken arm, and compression fractures in her spine.

The other girl, L, had the worst injuries, with a significant spleen injury, a badly broken arm, and a fracture in her spine. 

At this point, my aunt and K have been released and are at home recuperating. The other two girls were moved out of the ICU today to "regular" rooms in the hospital and are progressing. The oldest one, however, has developed a stomach bug, which requires her to be confined to her room. The girls all have to wear back braces for the weeks to come, and L's back brace will have other attachments to it because of the fracture in her spine.

I got to visit with them on Saturday, before K & my aunt were released. K was in very good spirits, and she got out of her wheelchair several times and walked around. My sister painted the nails on her hand not in a brace. I gave her a Tangled barbie doll, which she informed me would go into the overflowing Barbie basket they had at home (lol). She carried it around the rest of the time she was in the hospital.

When I went to visit L, she didn't say anything, just laid in her bed dully while a nurse fussed over her. She did reach for my hand, however, and when I told her I had gotten her a gift, she looked at it. I told her I was going to set it with her other gifts, and she nodded her head. She was just so hopped up on medications that she couldn't really interact very much.

The older daughter had about had it with visitors and nurses, but she was talking. I showed her the book I had gotten her (she reads everything she can get her hands on), which she fortunately had not read yet. Her biggest concern through all of this is the fact that two of their Nintendo DSs were broken in the wreck. Fortunately, they found one of them still working- hers. "But when we get new ones, we'll have 3 extra chargers! What will we do with all of those???" Haha.

We were sitting with K when they wheeled my aunt in to see her for the first time in almost a week. There were no dry eyes in the room... well, except for K, who informed her mom that it was ok to cry, because a lot of people cried when they were happy. My aunt got to visit the other two girls in their rooms as well, where K constantly made sure that no matter who they were visiting, her mom still knew she was in the room with her.

It will take some time to heal the physical reminders of the wreck. I don't know how much longer the other two girls will have to be in the hospital. It will take more time to heal the emotional trauma from the wreck. The oldest daughter has really been in a state of shock, even a week later. Healing will be painful, especially for my aunt and her dislocated ankle.

But I am so grateful to God for protecting my family through this. I am so grateful that He has blessed us with all of the people who have helped them- from the doctors and nurses working around the clock, like the one who worked tirelessly and a little sneakily to try and figure out what to do about L's internal bleeding, to the state troopers who have come to the hospital to check on the girls continuously, to the friends of the family who have either made the drive to the hospital and/or volunteered to sit in the room with the girls for a night(s) so that they didn't have to be alone, to my own family, who has dropped everything to go and help my aunt and uncle through all of this. I feel like I can't thank God enough for sparing my family, for giving them another chance, for being there with them in the wreck.

I am so sad about the fate of the other family in the wreck, and I don't know the answers for what happened to them. I think about the left behind husband and family all the time. The wife, who was my age, was preceded in death by a sister, who was killed in a horse-riding accident. I can't even imagine what her family has already been through, or what they're going through now.

They think that the reason the woman swerved into the other lane is because one of the kids climbed out of his car seat, and she was trying to deal with him. It's something any of us would do- and because of it, I'm laying down my phone when I drive. I'll be the first to admit that I text message while I'm driving, but not anymore. It's not worth it. Take your eyes off the road for one second, and your family ends up grieving over your body- or another family's life is changed forever.

Be safe out there. If not for yourself, think of the other people on the road.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Random Thoughts...

I love all of my animals, but sometimes, I feel closer to one/some over the others. It usually switches, and all of them have at one point been the recipient of favoritism. This week, I've really been in love with Chica, and every time I look at her I'm again amazed by how beautiful and sweet she is and by how close our relationship is. I can, at times, literally read her mind.

I know, sappy.

But last night, I don't know what it was. I was tucking Romeo into bed (on his dog bed), and I was just overcome with how much I love him, even in spite of how much I didn't want him in the beginning. He just loves me so much, and I have no doubts he'd lay down his life protecting me. All I have to do is look at him, and he starts wagging his tail. I curled up with him for a couple minutes on the floor, and I have no doubt that nothing could have made him happier. His tail was wagging, his face was sleepy, and he was just such a cute puppy, even at age 6. As it was once just me, him and Reeses, my old cat (and Chica, but he didn't really see her then), I think he sometimes feels left out with my current crew... since everyone is such a character in their own right.

Last weekend, I went to Ft. Worth and took the Corgi with me. Romeo stayed with my roommate. I'm sure he mostly had a good time, as there was no Fiona to hog all of the attention, but there was also this:




Maybe it's wishful thinking, but if that face doesn't say "I miss my mom", I don't know what does.

He's such a good dog.

Good, good... BAD!

Yesterday's ride on Sienna (the first in about 6 days) started out good, for her having so much time off. She longed well (because I was NOT going to just jump on and giddy up), and then we jogged and did some bending, practiced stopping without throwing her head into the air, and worked on going from the whoa to the trot. We even did some long trotting, her favorite. So, as a cool down (and because I had an agenda of my own), we rode off into the pasture [to find my (3) missing fly masks].

Let's just say that the goat weed in the pasture is out of control. Sienna was pretty much swimming through it, and the ground was invisible. I had my eyes glued downward, keeping an eye out for the fly masks. A recipe for disaster, you say?

Ingredients:
(1) green horse
(1) cocky rider not paying attention to said horse
(2) eyes looking down, thus shifting said rider's balance to the side
(many) goat weeds hiding anything up to 2 feet tall

Mix the first three ingredients well and add to the goat weeds. Garnish with a surprise deer for a real kick!

Yep. We're riding along, Sienna a bit tense from probably having to wade through Possible Horse Enemy Territory, and I see something spring up out of the corner of my eye about 10 yards in front of us. My first thought is, "RABBIT!", something that every horse, I don't care who it is, FREAKS OUT at. My second thought was "I don't have a chance, but I'll try anyway." About this point, I realized it was a doe, leaping out of seemingly oblivion. I straightened up, pushed my feet down into the stirrups, shortened my reins, braced myself, said a few prayers, shut my eyes... and nothing happened. Oh, Sienna looked up and watched it skip and hop across the pasture, but... she didn't even flinch. Even as we rode in the same direction it went, she listened to me and didn't bat an eyelash.

I was amazed, and decided I needed to give her a little more credit than I do.

Until we headed back.

Sienna: "I know it's feeding time, and the other horses are over there, probably eating all the food and all the hay and it's not fair because they ALWAYS eat all the food and hay and I have to STARVE I'm always STARVING!!!"

Me: "... you're kidding, right? You just completely didn't spook at a deer, but now you're trying to jig across the pasture?"

So we backed most of the way home, with some small circles thrown in for good measure. And then we got back to the front pasture, and Sienna planted herself and said "I'M NOT BACKING ANYMORE." And I said, "You'll back until I saw you won't back anymore!" And Sienna threw her head into the air, threatening to leave the ground. And so we trotted and practiced giving her face. And tried again. Same results. More circles and giving. Try again. More fighting and refusal to back. This went on for probably 30 minutes. And then... she reared! Not very high, but enough to make me lose my cool. I HATE rearers. Probably because my old trainer called it the Cardinal Sin of horses, but I can't stand it. The idea of the horse losing its balance and falling over on top of me terrifies and completely angers me.

I think I said something along the lines of "do that again and see how mortal you are" and off we cantered, bringing her face to her butt. Way exaggerating her head set. Everything I could do to remind her that when I ask for her head, she gives it to me- NO EXCEPTIONS. If she wants to behave incorrectly, I'm going to make it hard and laborious.

I finally got her to back several times- albeit in a hurried, "I'm extremely agitated" fashion- with her head respectively lowered, and had to call it quits there.

I guess as laid-back and easy as she has been, she had to have some sort of button that set her off. Lucky for me, I inadvertently found it. I know what we'll be working on now!

Friday, July 13, 2012

Goodbye.

I found out this morning that 3 of the mommas and 3 of the babies were going to be going to their new home today. That's right, some apparent horse trainer is taking all 6. I assume he's taking them all because they are free, and he sees a chance to make some money off them. Personally, I think he should have to choose one mare and foal, and if nobody wants the rest, then he can have them... let's not be greedy. But no one asked for my opinion.

So I just got back from loading up Mojo, Kyle, Marti and Glimmer onto his trailer. I met the guy; he's very young, drives a nice truck, basically laughed in my face when I asked him if he'd reconsider leaving one of the babies (you know, since he's already getting 5 free horses). So my opinion of him may be a little shadowed. He told me he'd get my contact information and then if he decided not to keep her, he'd let me know first. Yeah, so he can sell her to me, probably.

I am so sure.

All I will continue to say about the matter is, enjoy the start she had that I put on her. Hope that makes you more money when you sell her.

Anyway, loading the 2 mares and babies went pretty uneventfully, considering. I thought Kyle was going to kill me when I was leading Mojo down to the trailer, since he kept leaping on her, rubbing all over her like a cat, and bolting around her (coincidentally where I was standing). While my roommate was loading Marti and Glimmer, I waited with Mojo, and Kyle took the opportunity (twice) to go galloping back to his pasture where Katnip was screaming for him and Mojo. It was rather funny. Then, I had to load Mojo, and Kyle tripped all over his face trying to get onto the trailer with us. I had to make an "emergency escape", lest I get under everyone's feet. Yeah, I won't be loading like that ever again.

A couple last shots:

Mojo, coming in for a treat

Kyle, who made so much progress before having to leave
Awkward Kyle
Glimmer, letting everyone pet her!

Marti, who had just become my new bff
I knew this day was coming eventually, but it's so sudden and so sad! After today, I'll only have Eliza to work with, until her new family comes and picks her up. Boo!

The guy is coming back this afternoon to get Prim and DJ. I'm not sure if I want to be there or not. I got to spend time with Prim while we were waiting for him to pick Mojo and company up, and I'm afraid I'll cry when she gets loaded into his trailer. And I do NOT want to give him that satisfaction.
DJ, too interested in her hay to care she'll be living elsewhere this evening

One last haltering

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Baby steps... literally!

This morning marked my first attempt at teaching Eliza to lead. I wasn't sure if I was ready, or if she was, but I decided to give it a go- even if she did flip out on me, so what? I'd hang on to her, or I wouldn't, and she'd run around her pasture, tripping over herself. If her stepping on her lead rope and tripping herself isn't the best teacher, then I don't know what is.

Positives: She did really well with turning. I'd put the lead rope around her butt and stand on the other side and pull, and she figured out that the easiest response was to go with the lead rope, rather than fight against it and knock herself over. We got to where we were turning full circles in the end.

Negatives: The horse doesn't have a "forward" button. I'd barely pick up on the rope to gently pull on it, and she'd throw everything in reverse. I'd stand slightly to the side to try and throw her weight off, and the same thing would happen. We had many rears, many "I'm throwing myself backwards!", and one rear ended with her in a sitting position. Her solution to any type of forward pull is exactly the opposite of what I want- no give at all. Unfortunately the feed cart started approaching, so I had to settle with the turning to the sides today.

All in all, she handled the attempts at leading better than I thought she would. There were no attempts at running away like with Katnip, no calls to mama. In fact, Gloria ignored her the whole time. I'm just glad that I was able to get her haltered today with no issues and that I was finally able to start working on this with her. We'll see what tomorrow brings!

All of that was well and good, but the highlight of my day was this:

I'm in your face!!


Something that I have been surprised to learn from this whole experience is that you can think you're not making any progress, even for weeks, and then suddenly one day, BAM. They do a complete 180.

Kyle has always been so shy and afraid of us. It's a chore getting him even interested in walking up to me, and then I can only pet his nose when he does. If you go to touch anything else on him, he spooks and runs back to Mojo.

So imagine my surprise when he strode up to me this morning like, "Hey. Wanna pet me?" I was like, "Yes." And he let me scratch his head, his throat (a favorite of all foals, it seems), his neck... his back... his hind end... he was a whole new horse! I even held his chin for a moment to look at something on the bottom of it. I EVEN SLIPPED THE HALTER HALFWAY UP HIS NOSE. No spooking, no calling Mojo, nothing. He was fantastic. It was so gratifying to me to see him finally make this step I have been waiting and waiting for.

Not much to report in Glimmer news, except that her mama, who is also pretty stand-offish, has decided she likes me as well and would NOT leave me alone this morning. I had to shoo her off while I was messing with one of the babies. I did try the rope around Glimmer's neck, and she freaked out and got away, but, like I said, baby steps.

Prim is doing very well with her haltering and leading. She's super cute, and super sweet. I picked up all four feet yesterday without too much kicking to get away :)

Katnip comes home with my roommate tomorrow, so that will be fun. I can't wait to see the (suffering) expression on Chica's face when she sees the new baby.

Now, off to go play with these miniature schnauzer puppies someone just brought into my office until lunch!