On Friday, Sept 4, we picked up Mya, a 17 yr old registered Trakehner mare. She's bay, with a darling face, and wee bit of white on her forehead. All I've got are crappy cell pics, but they'll have to do.
She supposedly has been shown English and dressage. I'm going to have the vet take a look at her, because she looks pregnant to me. I'm hoping for "just fat"! Once we get the "just fat" diagnosis, I'm going to take her to an english/dressage trainer to assess what she knows. So far though, she has settled in, learned the routine, and has been very friendly.
Mike's son, Matt, drove from Alabama to stay with us while he looks for a job. He arrived Tuesday morning at 5:30. So far, so good. Apparently, his impending arrival was the reason for Mike's less than spetacular explosion at the news that another horse would be joining our personal herd. Even if the mare only cost me the amount of fuel, meals, time, and one night on a crappy hotel mattress.
We spent two days last weekend helping Mindy, Shyanna's mom, at her new place. The previous tenants were less than adequate when it came to yard/pasture maintenance, and it was a much bigger job than Mindy could handle on her own. So we built a fence, trimmed back trees, removed the brush from the pasture, repaired irrigation lines and sprinklers, filled in small holes, repair gates and, laid in two ton of hay. Sonny and Shyanna, who are horrible mothered-up, are now over at Mindy's and SHE can deal with them. (They really aren't that bad, but I expected drama from Sonny if Shyanna left without him.)
This weekend, we get to fix a sprinkler of our own, thank you very much Chili! We also need to finish picking up the poop and repair fences - thank you Bullwinkle, Sonny, and Kaci for your drama!
On Saturday, we are going back to Mindy's to fix the sprinkler that Shyanna broke, and we're taking the tractor to fill in the pits that are on the other part of the pasture. Mike might ever use the tractor to dig up some of the Dutch Elm tree suckers that are here and there. Mindy has already a nice sandy area that used to be an arena. If we can change the fencing a little bit, she might be able to section it off again, although she prefers trail riding instead of riding in a circle. Can't say that I blame her.
I'm sure there is a TON more than I've done in the past two weeks, but I can't think of it now. Guess it wasn't important...
Have a great weekend and hug your horses!
2 comments:
Uh Oh... the first thought that ran in my head when I saw the first picture was "Oh, she's in foal!"... that was even before I read what you said. Let us know the outcome!
Vet says "Just fat!" That's good news. I hope she's right. The "bag" is forward of the teats and vet said it felt like a fat pocket.
So Lil Miss Tubby is going on a diet, then off for an assessment. My vet shows her own horses English and Dressage and offered to do the assessment for me.
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