Just when I’ve got things figured out…

You would think, after 15 years together, I’d have my pony figured out.

Except not.

I’ve written in the past about just how dead-set she is against bits.  Have yet to find one she really likes, blah-blah-blah, she goes best in her s-hack, so on and so forth.

Of course she had to prove me wrong yesterday.  I’ve made mention of my bit collection and how it is almost physically impossible for me to get rid of any bits I own, and so always have plenty of bits floating around for various experimental purposes and kicks.

Just for some of those kicks, yesterday I pulled out the Myler Full Cheek snaffle I own.  I used this bit on her quite a few years ago, when we were first starting out in NATRC.  I don’t remember if it was good or bad.  The couple of ride photos I have of her in it, she’s not tugging and fussing and pulling faces.  Always a good sign.

Exhibit A: (It’s hard to see, but trust me, it’s the full-cheek snaffle.  It’s a picture of a picture, since my computer ate my flash drive that had all of the images of my ride pics I had scanned and I wasn’t going to tear apart my ride scrapbook to rescan ’em all.)

Descanso Desperados NATRC
October 2002
Photo by Cheryl Erpelding

Especially when this is the alternative:

Chino Hills NATRC
April 2003
Photo by Ray Brezina

Safe to say she doesn’t like the loose-ring, French-link snaffle.  Especially since I have another several pics that look almost exactly like above.

So yesterday, out comes the Full Cheek again.  And she decided it was perfectly acceptable.

Of course.

She loves likes tolerates the one bit I don’t like to use.  (Something about those full cheek pieces getting hooked on things like belts, belt loops, bridle cheekstraps, water troughs…get the picture?)

What I’d like to know is if it’s the bit, or the mouthpiece.  It’s the Myler Comfort Snaffle with Twist.  The slightly rigid aspect of the comfort snaffle means it’s pretty solid in her mouth…not a lot of play or wiggle, so she fusses with it less. 

*shrug*

Apparently she likes to keep things interesting.

Innocence

Orange Season

January and February in Arizona means citrus season.  Including oranges, like these delicious blood oranges from my backyard tree:

You just gotta get over the name and the ruby-red color inside
that gives them their name.

 But that wasn’t the kind of orange I wanted to talk about today.

This one is:

Yes, my Renegade is sitting on my guitar case.
Blending two facets of my life.

Also known as “Hunter Orange”, “Safety Orange”, and “Blaze Orange” in various applications, I’m specifically talking about Renegade’s signature color: Sport Orange.

It’s distinctive.  It’s hard to miss.  On the rare occasion the boot might come off, it’s easy to spot.  It actually looks good on most color of horses.

(History Lesson: Ironically, I have only ever run with orange Renegades once…Mimi’s very first pair, a set of Beamer’s old boots, I co-opted as an experiment right before a ride to “see if they’d work.”  25 miles later, I decided she needed her own set of shiny boots.  Quite a few pairs, and five years later, they’re still working.  But because Mimi’s registered name is Skip Me Gold, I usually ran her in Yellow Gold boots.  That may have to change…I’m getting pretty attached to these orange ones.)

But in the last couple of weeks, I’ve taken to subconsciously surrounding myself with the color orange.

It’s in a couple of travel mugs:

White one is actually plastic.  Bought with ridecamp
and horse trailer-living survival in mind.  The other
one is just pretty.
And in my exercise mat. 
This was actually purchased a couple of years ago.

And of course, I’m proudly wearing my colors:

Jacket won at the McDowell Ride raffle in November.
A sign of things to come?
(Not pictured: the several Renegade t-shirts I possess.)

And then I got really excited when I found these boots from Ariat:

The same boots I already own and adore as fabulous barn work boots, but mine don’t have orange on them.  Is it wrong for me to wish for my current boots to quickly wear out so I can get these?  (Good luck on that…Ariat boots wear like iron.  These are 5+ years old, and my Terrains are 7+.)

And then they have these:

More appropriate for when I’m not hanging out in the barnyard.  My own signature red cowboy boots may have some competition.

(Note: Not a spokesperson for Ariat.  Just been wearing their boots for the past 16 years.)

And then there’s this shirt:

I actually got this shirt about ten years ago (and worn it maybe half a dozen times since?) on a whim at my very last show.  Wearing Western shirts (as opposed to the jackets and/or vests/slinkies that made up the Western Pleasure/Equitation outfits) for reining classes was very popular at the time.  Not that it helped me do better or worse in the classes, but I felt more important.  Or something.  I justified it on the basis that: I was competing in something like 5 or 6 Reining and Western Riding classes, and more importantly, I liked the colors.  (If the detail isn’t showing up very well, it’s orange, black, white, and lime green plaid.)

I kept the shirt as a fond memory of that last show, and have since discovered it’s lightweight enough to make a good overshirt for riding.  As if my wild tights weren’t enough, right?

My next task is to get a pair of wild orange tights.  I’ve already found a few fabrics online…

(Oh, yeah, forgot one of the more obvious…the blog color scheme. :))

Big Bad Arabian Stallion

I’m a little behind, since this actually happened last weekend, and I’ve kept meaning to go down to the barn and get pictures.  Work/life has had other ideas this week.  So you get the pictureless version.

Last weekend, I had the chance to ride the barn owner’s Arabian stallion.  Like, properly ride.  I’ve hopped on him before for a few minutes, with too-long stirrups, and briefly experienced his Western Pleasure jog.  This time, it was with properly adjsuted stirrups, all three gaits, around the arena for a good 20 minutes.

Awesome horse to ride.  He’s 25 years old, and with the exception of his locking stifles after about an hour of work, doesn’t look or act his age at all.  He’s really well trained — Western focus, but with enough cross-training in English to know how to stretch out and offer a gorgeous trot.  If he were 10 years younger, I’d be offering to campaign him on the endurance circuit.

It’s been a while since I’ve ridden that well-trained of a horse (besides my own, who, depending on the day, may or may not remember that she is, in theory, that well-trained) and it was sheer joy.  It took me back to my riding origins and dropped me right back into my show-ring boots.  Old habits die hard and are deeply ingrained, I guess, since I went right back to all of my OCD, show-ring micromanaging.

(Somewhere in the distance, Mimi grumbles, “And I had just gotten that all trained out of her, too…”)

But it’s kind of a different story when the horse likes being micromanaged and told what to do.  Exhausting for 50 miles, but fun for short-term circles around the arena.

But just a little more gushing…you wouldn’t know this guy is a stallion.  He’s so well-mannered and polite, and one of the sweetest horses in the barn.  He truly loves people and is very affectionate about it.  So yeah, despite the post title (and the typical stallion stereotype), this boy isn’t bad at all.  (Or big…maybe 14.2.  But he’s got presence and acts a lot bigger.)

Will get pics this weekend and post them of this gorgeous guy.

(And Mimi actually approves of him, since she didn’t get all crabby and pissy that I had the nerve to ride another horse.)

New Job!

I’ve been offered — and have accepted — a new job, official as of today: I’m going to be working for Lander Industries Inc., makers of the Renegade Hoof Boots!!!

Details to follow as I figure out exactly everything I’ll be doing, but most of it will probably be computer-based, working from home.

I am so, SO excited about this opportunity!

On Trail Again!

“…she’s probably waiting in the wings for you to come along, let her ride again…”
– “Let’s Take A Drive”, Christian Kane
Okay, so I co-opted those lyrics for something slightly different than their original intended purpose, but it actually works…can’t sum up the spirit of today’s ride much better than that.
Yes, you read that right.  After an embarrassing long hiatus in which we’ve done a few stints wandering around the neighborhood and a lot of arena circles, we got to go out on trail again today.  Mimi was soooo happy to be out again.  She does the arena thing because it’s what Good Trained Ponies do, and because it’s some form of exercise and beats sitting around the stall or pasture.  It’s not because she loves it.  But she loves trail.
It was a small group ride today — our boarding barn owner, another boarder, and one of barn owner’s friends.  One other experienced horse and two greenies.  It ended up being a really good group because the two greenies are youngsters that Mimi has been around for the past seven years, and because they’re younger and submissive to her, she considers them her “keep” and takes great care to look out for them.
She’s everyone’s favorite babysitter.

Sometimes when we’re riding in a group, I end up going to the back because Mimi hates being crowded (only to think about my own negative reactions to crowded situation with too many people…wonder where she learned it???) and we can hang back and not get too hung up in the herd.  Only problem with that is she is very competitive and doesn’t like being last.

So today we compromised.  Spent some time in the middle, some time in the back, and then some time up front…or near to it.  The front horse for the day has a ridiculously fast walk that no one can keep up with (at 15.3 hands, it’s understandable…), so keeping up with him was enough to keep Mimi from getting too hung up on the fact that she wasn’t. actually. in. front.
We went to the San Tans…our old, familiar stomping grounds that Mimi and I know probably every inch of.
Seeing this view again is like being greeted by an old friend.

And I hate to admit it, but it was probably a good thing we had two soft, out-of-shape youngsters in the group, because Mimi and I both had to dig pretty far down to find our fitness levels.  Five miles, mostly walking, with a bit of trotting (and cantering, if you’re an exuberant pony that’s stuck behind everyone and just wants to GO!!!), and we were all feeling it by the end.  Fuzzy pony was definitely sweaty (in her defense, she has 2″ of hair and it was 70*…) and I remembered some leg muscles that had been all but forgotten.

But we had So. Much. Fun!!!
Happy Pony got to Ride Again