Blanket Games

Winston wears a blanket at night now that he has a trace clip.  Last year, when I bought Winston he came to me with a full body clip.  In January, poor thing.  He also came with a blanket that had lost its front clips so was tied shut.  We taught him to accept the blanket over his head.  It took one day, two training sessions, and I was slipping the blanket over his head, snapping the straps into place, and giving him a cookie.  January, February, March and April the blanket came off and on every day. 

I bought him a new blanket for this winter; one that didn't pull across his withers and shoulders.  It came with easy clips on the front so the first few times I blanketed him I threw it across his back like you would a saddle pad.  Then I pulled it down over his rump and forward over his shoulders, clipping it under his neck.

This past Wednesday was warm so I took the blanket off in the morning.  Brett did the evening chores since I didn't get home until well after dark.  I stood in front of the wood stove warming myself while Brett told me that Winston had been a total pill about his blanket.  He wouldn't stick his head through the neck hole and kept running off.  I assumed that Winston was objecting to some slight difference in style; some difference in how Brett and I hold the blanket.

Thursday was another sunny day so I took Winston's blanket off in the morning.  In the evening, I draped it over my arms and walked into the pasture to put it on.  Winston swung his rump away from me every time I approached his shoulder to swing the blanket over his back.  After the sixth time, I sternly told him to whoa and swung it up and over.  It landed, in accordion folds, across his back just behind the withers.  I started to pull the folds backwards over his rump and he trotted off.  I called to him.  He picked up speed.  He did a lap around the pasture then looked at his back in surprise.  The blanket had slipped but it was still there.  So he ran off again, at a canter, and threw in a couple bucks.  The blanket slid off and landed, wide open, on the ground.  Winston stopped, ears pricked, and sniffed it.  He lifted a hoof to paw at the blanket and I yelled Don't you dare!  He didn't. 

I walked into Winston's stall through his turnout with the blanket.  Winston followed me and I latched the gate behind us.  I swung the blanket over his back again.  He trotted into his stall and then out into the run-out.  Still there.  Back into the stall and a couple quick spins; showing off his fancy footwork.  The blanket slid to the ground.  What a great game!  Winston was immensely pleased with himself.  He picked up his grain bin in his teeth and swung it in circles.  

I picked the blanket up again, after buckling the front.  I approached him, holding the neck open and he shook his head no.  He wasn't scared.  He was having fun.  I dropped the blanket over my head.  I swear he laughed, then he took a step towards me.  I lifted it off my neck and dropped it over his head.  He was done playing and ready for the cookies he knew were in my pocket.

Last night, I was in the house with Camille who was recovering from having her wisdom teeth removed.  She was having dizzy spells so I didn't want to leave her alone.  Brett did all the chores.  He took Winston's blanket into the pasture but didn't approach him.  He told Winston he wasn't going to play blanket games.  Instead he stood still, a few feet away, and Winston came over to him.  Brett slid the blanket over his head and that was that. 

Sunny again today, blankets off, waiting for the next rain storm coming in tonight.

Off To A Good Start

Today the sun came back.

 In December, we had 16 days of rain.  I don't think we've ever had so many days out of one month with rain.  It's only January 2nd and I'm already done with winter, with rain, and with damp cold.

But today, like I said, the sun was out.  It was chilly with a stiff, cold wind in the morning.  By late afternoon, the wind had died down and the temperature was close to 50F.  Brett went down to ride Mufasa.
Can you see him down there getting Mufasa ready to go?

I finished up my last bit of work and hightailed it down to the barn to get in a ride before dark.  Jackson, Flash and Winston were hanging out together, watching my approach.  Can you believe Jackson made it through all those muddy, wet days in December?

Putting Jackson in the paddock where the ground drains and dries faster than the stall run-outs has been brilliant.  Brett put a water trough in the run-in so he doesn't have to slog down to the pond if he doesn't want to.  Jackson used it so much, and it kept his feet dry, that we decided to make it permanent.  Brett started putting in a water line so we can fill it with a faucet in the run in shed.  You can see the pipe in the corner, marked with a big rock so Jackson doesn't step on it.  If it were Winston, the pipe would be chewed to bits by morning but Jackson is beyond that baby behavior.  Thank goodness.

Brett and I both had great rides.  Brett and Mufasa looked like a team and Brett said he felt like he was really riding Mufasa instead of just careening around the arena.  Gayle gave him great instructions in his lesson and he's already made progress.  Winston and I worked on canter and leg yield.  His attitude was willing and full of effort.  His trot was solid and his canter is starting to come together.

On Monday, we bought a tack trunk for me to take to the show later this month.  My friend, Heather, told me about it.  The box is actually a tool trunk from Home Depot.  $68 instead of $200 like the ones in the tack stores and easily as big.

It fits my tall boots, my tack box, my braiding bag, my helmet and my show pads -- with room to spare.  I bet I could fit my saddle in if I wanted to -- not necessary since we have saddle racks in the horse trailer tack room but...wow.  I love this thing.

After riding, we did the chores.  Finessa and Tuffy were crowding me.  I must be overdue on a donkey post or something.  The cuties.

Mufasa has settled in well.  He eats with the others, he rolls, he takes naps in the sun and he canters around playing with Winston.  He seems very happy and devoted to Brett already.

No rain in the forecast for the next week.  Yes!