Pony Feet

This month marks seven years that Mimi has been barefoot.  Yep, we were part of the barefoot thing before the barefoot craze really hit.  Long story short, she had really crappy feet, with a history of lameness and a near-miss with laminitis.  I figured I didn’t have much to lose, besides my sanity.  And even that was already questionable.

Despite the expansion of my vocabulary (hoof boots…they bring out the colorful in all of us), it’s a move I have not regretted.  My only regret is not doing a better job of tracking the changes in her hooves over the years.  I look back at early ride pictures, and before that, to our show ring days, and cringe at the bean cans that appear to be strapped to my pony’s legs.  It’s hard to believe they’re the same hooves.
I noticed the biggest changes when I took over doing our trimming just over two years ago.  I had a lot of help and guidance along the way, but I’m largely a learn-by-watching-and-then-doing educated “trimmer.”  I couch that in quotes only because I’m not doing this professionally, and I won’t trim other people’s horses.  I’m competent at trimming my pony because I know her feet and I know what works for her.  So don’t take what I’m doing as gospel.  I trim largely based on how I was taught, and then go off of what “feels” right.  I can’t explain it better than that, only that I just know what feels right, and I have to say, it seems to be working.  Only one occasion of soreness, thanks to  a very aggressive heel trim.  (Note: Do not take off four weeks’ worth of heel growth in one trim.  Just don’t.)
So yesterday, I actually managed to get pictures.  I’ve spent a lot of time working on my trimming skills, and less on my photo skills.  It’s really hard to juggle a camera, a hoof, and a fidgety pony, all in crappy barn lighting.  So the photos aren’t the best quality.  But at least I finally have photos, and it’s my goal to take pictures of her feet, starting now, on a monthly basis.
Despite not riding much this summer, I’ve been diligent about trimming her feet.  She gets trimmed about every 2-3 weeks.  She’s in turnout about 12 hours a day in a three-acre pasture (by “pasture” I mean mostly dirt lot with the barest whiff of grass growing…11 horses in one space does a number on growing things) with an attached sand arena.  Those 11 horses keep each other moving all day/night long.  So she still gets a lot of walking exercise, which contributes to continued hoof growth.
However, the ground isn’t abrasive enough where she’s at to really do much for self-trimming.  It keeps her walls under control, but there’s not much loose sandy stuff to get in and scrub out her soles/bars, or keep her toes/heels in check.  Which is where I come in.  In typical pony fashion, she grows a lot of heel.  I’m constantly having to nip off 1/4″ or so of heel with every trim.  She grows a moderate amount of toe, but nothing that can’t be taken care of with a pass of the nippers.
So now, I give you photos, with attached commentary along the way.  Again…this is just what I do and what seems to be working for me.  I’m not an expert, and always have something to learn, so gratefully accept any input someone might have.  It’s an ever-changing field with endless possibilities for knowledge expansion.  Which is part of the fun.

Front hooves.  Should have taken the “after” photos from the side side.  Her RF is pretty good.  Her LF is her “bad” hoof.  When I trim, I start at the RF and move around her in a circle, finishing with the LF.  Consequently, I’m tired by the time I get to that last hoof, and it doesn’t get as much attention paid to it.  Compounding matters is the fact I am right-handed, and have a hard time rasping the inside of the RF.  As a result, her heels have become imbalanced on that hoof.

So this time, I started with that RF hoof and put my energy into fixing it.  Result: harder to tell from the angle I took the “after” shot, but it looks much better.  Another trim should have those heels balanced again.  It was bad enough I wasn’t comfortable taking off that much heel in one go to rebalance it then and there.

I finally got all the flare from her front hooves under control…the toes are finally short enough and she’s not growing out any funky growth/stress rings at the moment.
                                                 

Hings.  Toes are pretty good.  Heels are a little high.  The scooped-out quarter on her LH is through no deliberate act of mine…she blew out that chunk of wall several weeks ago, and I’ve just done my best to smooth that section.

 
Right Front.  Has some excess wall around the toe.  Heels are high.  After: White line is actually tighter in person than it looks here.  It’ll never be 100%, due to the stall environment she lives in…she can’t help but trod through urine on a regular basis.  The joys of boarding…it’s something I have no control over at this point.  There are always sacrifices and trade-offs to be made…I put up with a lot because of the fabulous turnout.  Space and that amount of turnout time are at a premium and hard to find.
I hate her bars.  It’s pretty much a non-stop challenge for me to keep her bars under control.  They grow fast and prolific, so it’s a constant battle to keep them from laying over and getting “stuff” under them.  Also, her feet are small enough that everything is sort of crammed in there…not much space to work around in there, so differentiating between bar and sole gets a bit interesting at times.
Right Hind.  Took off the excess wall and the heels.  Her hind feet always look pretty good.  I’m thrilled with her frogs…I can’t believe how much they’ve spread out.
Right Hind.  More of the same.  Had some weird bar growth on the right side that I scraped away.  Rasped that blow-out quarter so it was smooth.
Right Front.  The “bad” foot.  You can see how much higher the inner heel is.  This was also the hoof she had an abscess in last year…exactly a year ago.  It’s still growing out a little strange from where it blew out right at her coronet band on the outside heel.  (Why can’t my horse be normal and blow out her abscess through her sole?)  I don’t like how deep her frog clefts are on her front hooves, especially this one.  I suspect there might be a bit of thrush at work, although she’s not sore/tender at all.  Nevertheless, I squirted some pure tea tree oil down in there.  Had to do some scraping away at the bars, especially on the right side.  I managed to get the heels a little more even, but there’s still work to be done.
I should have taken shots from the front as well to check for side flare…next time.

crunch, crunch

A year ago, I wouldn’t have batted an eyelash at jumping in the saddle and riding 50 miles.  Sure, my legs might be a little crunchy, but nothing I couldn’t walk off within a couple of days.


30 minutes in the saddle this morning, and my legs are grumbling at me.


Hmmmm.


Someone’s a bit out of shape, methinks.


Yes, I admit it: I’ve spent most of the summer hibernating indoors, venturing over to the barn enough to maintain Mimi’s feet and make sure she has plenty of her flax/beet pulp mix she gets.  But riding?  Eh, not so much.  One four-mile trail ride a couple months ago.  A couple rides around the neighborhood, maybe a miles’ worth of distance.  A handful of arena sessions.


All of this adds up to one out-of-shape rider.  Not that I’m completely out of shape.  I’ve spent a good portion of the summer helping my father with some of the larger carpet cleaning jobs…not exactly a low-impact activity.  Add to that the frequent petsitting jobs and the walking of said pets, and my cardio isn’t doing too bad.  It’s just the riding muscles that are suffering.


I’d like to say that fall is just around the corner, and nicer weather will be more incentive to ride, but we’re nowhere close to being out of the woods yet.  In fact, I think my rearview mirror thermometer in my truck just might have gotten busted today, since it refused to actually register a temperature for outside on the drive home.  Its poor, overwhelmed little brain was giving me an Ice warning.  Hah!


I’m now hugging the a/c back home and downing an iced coffee.  When I left Pony, she was employing the do-it-yourself swamp cooler method: standing herself, still wet from the shower I gave her, in front of her stall-mounted fan.  And nibbling on a cool, salty, bran-and-beet pulp sloppy I gave her.  Not a bad life.


But it’s this time of year that fish pond in the backyard starts looking real attractive.  That, or I contemplate why my parents though a fish pond over a swimming pool was a good idea.


As a final random aside: I know my last number of posts have been completely picture destitute, and as a result, probably kind of boring.  I’m working on changing that.  I have pictures, i just need to get them uploaded/sorted/edited.  But as a preview, Happy!Pony:

That was from our ride out at Estrella Mtn Park in March…still a lil’ fuzzy from winter, but looking so chipper and happy.


The Absentee Blogger

Not promising anything regular by way of posting, but just a quick note…yes, I’m still around.  I’ve become a very good ‘net lurker these days, and a pretty bad blogger overall.  Several reasons:

– I haven’t had much to blog about that is interesting and positive.  I went through some major upheaval and changes in my life when we sold Beamer and the trailer several months ago.  Long story short:

Dear Economy,
You suck,
No Love,
Ash

Beamer went to what we feel is a great home where he will be able to continue his endurance career in a way we currently aren’t able to do.  Horse and trailer actually went to the same place, so Beamer gets a little bit of home and familiarity with him.

– Consequently, I’ve been in a sulking funk most of the summer, and have ridden Mimi maybe half a dozen times, and only one of those times on a proper trail ride.  I hate not having a trailer, and I really hate bumming rides off people, because then I feel obligated to ride with them in a style that is very much not my own.  I’m a control freak with a healthy dose of Slavic guilt complex.  Means I’m sort of a pain to deal with in these kind of situations.  So I feel somewhat like a neglectful pony mom…but I’m still going down to the barn and keeping up on her feet (ironically, they look the best they’ve ever looked now…I have all of the flare completely gone), she still gets her regular supplements, and she’s turned out with the herd in the 3+ acre big pasture for close to 14 hours a day.

– I don’t like whining too much on my blog.  I tend to approach much of my “public” life with a “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say it” mentality.  I figure that most people have enough of their own problems, concerns, and drama to deal with.  They don’t necessarily need to be hearing all of mine heaped on them as well.  Couple that with the fact I try to be an optimist (boy, is that getting put to the test this summer), and I just haven’t felt a whole lot like blogging this summer.  Each post would have essentially looked the same: “Went to the barn.  Trimmed feet.  *insert photos here*  Rode around the arena.  Wilted in the heat.  Gave pony a bath.  Went home and hugged air conditioning.”  Lather, rinse, repeat.

And just a quick life update:

– I took the summer off of school.  I needed the break, mentally.  And I noticed that I suffered fewer nervous breakdowns and stress headaches over the last few months.  And I still have plenty to be stressed about.  That lead me to the conclusion that, when the fall semester starts up this coming Monday, I don’t believe I will be sitting in that classroom.  At this point in my life, I don’t know if court reporting is for me.  Yes, I put a lot of time and effort into it…yes, it seems a shame to quit now.  But I don’t feel like incurring further student loans debts while I figure out whether I want to continue this or not.  Maybe I’ll come back to it.  Maybe I’ll figure out something to do within the field that isn’t the level of a certified reporter.  There are options, so the past four years isn’t a total waste.  But right now, mentally, I don’t have it in me to throw more of myself into that program.  If it hasn’t happened by now, I don’t know if it ever really will.  And I don’t want to give up more of my life trying to figure that out.

– I did find a new hobby/time-occupier over the summer: I’m learning to play the guitar.  At the moment, I’m self taught, since lessons take money.  But there are a lot of videos on youtube that are fabulous resources, and I’m slowly learning.  Turns out I do have an ear for music, after years of wondering if I was tone-deaf.  Not tone-deaf…just untrained.  I still don’t know what I’m doing, but I know when something sounds right or not.  And I’m definitely leaning towards a more countryish flavor with some of the tunes I’m managing to pick out.  Not like that’s a surprise with a guitar, but whatever.  I’ve sort of come full circle with music…growing up around barns and horses, I was always a country girl.  Expanded my music listening repertoire in high school and especially college, but have recently re-embraced the country thing, especially some of the newer, up-and-coming artists that are more than just traditional country.  (My new favorite artist of pretty much any music genre is Christian Kane — he does a great blend of rock and country with a ton of energy, great vocals, and he writes most of his own material.)

– It’s summer in Arizona.  It’s hot.  That mitigates some of my lack-of-riding guilt factor.  And makes it really easy to, while giving Pony a bath, turn the hose around on myself.  Long hair holds water for the next couple of hours and keeps your head cool. 

So, anyway…if you stuck with me for this long, my hat’s off to you.  I can’t promise regular updates, but I will say this: At least I have an interest in blogging again, and reading other’s blogs.  For a couple of months, I was completely incommunicado and not even looking at blogs.  So this is a step in the right direction.

So This Is Retirement

Yesterday was spent getting Beamer ready for the McDowell Halloween Ride this weekend.  I have a routine I follow when getting ready for a ride, and after a couple times, the ponies very quickly figure out what’s happening.

Mimi figured it out yesterday, and I got quite afew miffed looks from her, especially after Beamer got his bath, and I had yet to come retrieve the pony for her turn.

“Mom, you forget about me,” she seemed to say.

A nice pile of bermuda hay with a small handful of Beamer’s beet pulp sloppy seemed to smooth things over. 

She’s actually been taking her time off very well.  She’s still off on that abscess foot.  She’s about 98% sound at a walk, but as soon as she trots, she’s still gimpy.  But I’m not surprised.  I can see a large chunk of purple burising on the side of her hoof from the path the abscess took.  I’ve brusied enough major support structures of my own body to know this might take a while to grow out.

But it’s also amazing how unphased I am about the whole thing.  Knowing that she’s retired and not going to do any more competitions really takes the pressure off.  Of course, I want her to heal fast — I miss riding my little Go Pony (Beamer feels so different), but it’s a lot easier to sit back and say, “She just needs time and she’ll heal on her own” when there’s not a looming competition season and pressure to be ready.

Everything in its time and all that, I suppose.

Secretariat

Just got back home from seeing Secretariat.  I’m calling it a “must-see” movie, and it just moved up to the top of my list of best horse movies.

I’m not usually a fan of horse movies…in fact, I don’t own a single one.  (Must remedy this, since there are a few good ones.)  The Black Stallion is good, and National Velvet heartwarming.  Black Beauty makes me cringe, in all of its incarnations.  Hidalgo requires suspension of disbelief, and helped put a dent in the idea of endurance riding.  (Nice eye candy, though.)  The Horse Whisperer traumatized me for life at age ten.

So, I like movies with horses in them…I just don’t necessarily love horse movies.

I loved Secretariat.

If you already had plans to go see it…go see it sooner.  If you were holding off…trust me, it’s worth it.  I rarely go to the movies anymore, and this one was definitely worth the trip.  It’s a heart-warming, feel-good, celebration of greatness.  And some great comedic moments along the way.