|Sassy and her boy|
So I agreed to take her, promised to love her and give her a good home. Danny was all alone at that time and I knew he would be more than happy to have a friend. My friend and trainer, Jay, went with me to pick her up. The gal who was giving her to me was out of town but her cousin was there, he offered to have his dogs chase her down so we could catch her. I declined that offer, making a mental note to watch her around my dogs, and with a little bit of work we got her caught. She loaded up easily and we hauled her home. She is an AQHA filly going back to Peppy San Badger, and Colonel Freckles. She is a sweet, very well balanced, very nice little filly. A little smaller than I like, but that is why I gave her to Simon. Although let me say she is certainly not to small for an adult to ride. She became Simon's Christmas present.
She continues to this day to be a little hard to catch, although I will say, she is a million times better than she ever was. she also, and rightly so, did not like dogs at all, but she has now spent enough time mowing the lawn in my dog yard to get over that. (my dogs could care less about horses) I spent the rest of that winter and spring doing ground work with her. Then I sent her to my trainer for a few weeks, and he put her first 20 rides on her. She was slated to go with him to a Buck Branaman clinic that memorial day, but the month before the clinic was the big Equine Herpes outbreak, and the clinic was canceled. I was so bummed! We just kept working with her at home though.
|She is actually a very smooth ride|
We got about 15 or 20 more rides on her, always in the round pen though, maybe 1 or 2 in the pasture, but then it turned cold and forward progress pretty much stopped.
Shortly after the new year I was introduced to a nice man down the road who has an indoor arena, and we started taking her down there once in a while. She was coming along nicely, even put on a few cows in there. She had her ears pinned and kept trying to bite them cows on the butts! She and Simon had a great time chasing those cows around the arena!
Last April, we took her down and rode her and she did pretty well. Although I will admit that I was starting to see where Simon's lack of experience was starting to confuse her, as to what was expected of her. I knew I was going to need to ride her more myself, and then give him better lessons. The very next day I wanted to catch Trax (another hard to catch one- not anymore though) and the whole little herd were running all over the pasture to avoid me. I noticed the day after that, that she was limping on her left front. ARGH!!!
I tried just confining her for a month, but no improvement, went to one vet for x-rays, she never found anything, had another vet come and x-ray and he found the chipped coffin bone. I had planned on posting a picture of her x-ray but I just learned that my disc drive is no longer working....again- ARGH!
Once we had a good diagnosis, the next step was to find a farrier. You would think that would be easy in "the Cowboy State" think again! There are plenty out there, but finding one to show up, is an issue. I took another full month before I finally found one. His name is Mark Kiel, and he was right on time and did a wonderful job. (Which is why I am ok mentioning his name) He was on time, he got right down to business, he has a great calming effect on the horse, and did a very nice job on her. Oh and the price was fair too!
We are Stuck like this for the next six months, no riding at all. Of course in this state, 6 months might as well be a year, there just isn't much riding going on in the dead of winter! Recently I took her out along side Killian, he is my slowest horse so I figured it would be safe. She really has not been out along any roads before so I was curious to see how she would react. She was like a kid exploring one of the seven wonders! Everything was interesting to her, I took her over to a local trucking company and walked her around all the big trucks and the equipment, and she had to sniff and check everything out. Not scared just curious. When we headed home she started dragging her feet. When we got to the yard she stopped. She did not want to go home, she actually fought me coming up the drive. She is reversed barn sour!
|This is my favorite pic of the two of them together|