My last dog died two years ago, and I'd been saying for two years that I would get another dog when a new dog found me. I've honestly never gone out looking for a new cat, dog or horse. They just have a way of finding me, possibly because all my friends know I'm a giant sucker for a cute face and a sad story and send animals my way. And so I acquired a little beagle with a cute face and a sad story.
Over the years I've tried many different ways of keeping track of my rides, from handwritten journals (pre-smartphone and internet), to blogging, to apps and have never really gotten any of them to work well for me.
I’m the Shit Slinger In Chief of a little hobby farm deep in the bowels of New Jersey. I’ve been riding for as long as I can remember, and have been working with horses my entire adult life. ("Adult" being used in its loosest definition, here)
The time a Longhorn Steer showed up uninvited to the farm.
I don't know what it is about the horse world and dogs, but dogs are everywhere at equine events. Most horses don't seem to care, but I've owned two so far that had a homicidal hatred of everything canine. This always makes things awkward, because dog people can't seem to wrap their heads around the fact that my horse will straight up murder their pooch.
I acquired Jack as 3 year old stallion. Yes, I am slightly nuts.... Why do you ask? Actually, Jack had no clue he was a stallion, so it wasn't really a problem. I figured I'd just have him gelded come spring when the weather warmed up. Easy peasy, problem solved. Until spring came and I couldn't find a vet to do it.
Since Newboy is the horse I work with the most besides Jack, I figured I'd introduce him second. Now, there's something you may notice about any Newboy story: many details about him may be vague or inconsistent. There's a reason for this.
Since I've switched sites, I suppose I should reintroduce the crew. I decided to start with Jack, since I've owned him the longest of the living horses.
After a little over a week on Triple Crown Low Starch, Newboy is back to his usual chill self at mealtimes. The stereotypical belly ache behavior is gone and he no longer tries to murder Spots when it's time to be separated for dinner. He isn't spending hours standing in a stall weaving anymore, either. Lesson learned: Newboy will not tolerate a tummy ache.
Three weeks ago I got my ass kicked.