Saturday, March 7, 2015

A Challenging Ride on Lucy

Friday, I was home early enough that Brett and I had time to ride before chores and dark.  Lucy was in heat, which normally isn't a problem.  Sure she fidgets a bit at the tie rail and is a bit sluggish in our warm up but she has never been moody.  Until today.  I'm sure it was because she isn't in regular work.  Regular work is the cure for attitude in my experience; regular boundaries; regular expectations; regular stretching of those muscles that get sore; especially in weekend-warrior work.

Lucy wanted to be focused on everything except me.  She was in a PMS kind of mood.  I swear, I heard her singing to herself "Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, and here I am stuck in the middle with you."

Mufasa was to our right, where he and Brett were working in the top half of the arena.  Jackson was to our left, watching over his pasture fence.  And she was stuck in the middle with me on her back.  ...not to mention the dog.  Kersey had followed us up to the dressage court.  Normally, she lays in front of the barn and watches us from a distance.  To make matters worse, Kersey decided to go for a swim in the stream that runs along the long side of the dressage court.  Lucy heard Kersey rustling and splashing and when Kersey bounded up the bank and gave a good shake, Lucy gave a good buck.  Then she planted all four feet and snorted.  I ignored it and asked her to keep on working.  I try very hard to stay focused, especially when Lucy gets distracted.  If we both lose our focus, we lose our connection and communication.  When I stay focused, Lucy sighs and comes right back to me, trusting that the distraction isn't anything to worry about.

It was harder today.  I used transitions to keep her focus on our work.  Walk-trot.  Trot-walk.  Trot-halt.  Halt-trot.  Trot-canter (gallop anyone?)  um, 15m circle and right back to trot.  With Lucy, I always reserve the right to change my mind.  I changed it a lot today.

Friday, March 6, 2015

Extended Pasture Rest

I'm a big believer in the healing properties of rest.  The following personal success stories with our horses have me convinced.  If you want to read more about any of the horses below, scroll to the bottom of my blog where there is a cloud of words.  Click on the name of the horse and it will take you to all the blog posts tagged with that horse's name.

1.  Kalvin:  A number of years ago we were asked by our trainer to rehab/board a horse.  Kalvin was a huge dark bay who had progressed to Prix St. George in dressage when he came up lame.  The lameness came and went and it took many months and many specialist before the owner found the problem; a hairline fracture in his foot.  The owner was told he would never compete in dressage again.  The specialist suggested six months of paddock rest to see if he could become pasture sound.  Kalvin lived in our paddock at Aspen Meadows for six months, sharing a fence line with the rest of the horses who were in a larger adjacent area.  At the six month mark, we moved him into the larger area with the rest of the horses where he floated around, demonstrating the impressive gaits that got him to PSG.  His owner drove up the mountain faithfully, once or twice a week, and gave him a bath, a grooming, and played with him in the arena doing groundwork at the walk.  After a year of rest, he seemed perfectly sound and she started doing light riding in the arena.  He remained sound.  She moved him a few months later to the therapeutic riding school where she works as an instructor so she could be closer to him.  ...they are back in the competition arena, doing great.

2.  Jackson: Concussion laminitis, thin soles, mystery lameness... my stellar trail horse and dressage project (he is as crooked as is possible) kept coming up lame and after battling abscess after abscess, I decided to retire him.  Jackson has been on pasture rest the longest of these case studies -- four years.  I tried pads on him and many special shoes before making the retirement decision.  He was so young, only eight.  Nothing helped.  Finally, in an attitude of "it couldn't get any worse," I pulled all of his shoes and just let him be.  We took x-rays every year and over the course of the first two years, he showed very slight rotation.  It wasn't enough to expect a problem but horses each have their own very personal pain threshold.  Jackson did okay down at Aspen Meadows but not great.  He remained very gimpy when turning and winters continued to be a series of abscesses.  When we relocated to Northern California, our farrier down south recommended putting him down.  He didn't think Jackson would be able to tolerate the  eleven hour trailer ride, Jackson would never be sound, and I was "throwing good money after bad."  Truth be told, the comment made me really angry.  Jackson tolerated the trailer ride fine and, other than being harassed by Winston, he was the same.  Jackson ended up in the donkey pasture where Winston and Mufasa couldn't torment him.  The first winter was the same as always, a series of abscesses.  X-rays showed no changes.  This winter I decided to put trail boots (hard rubber tennis shoes for horses) on all four hooves.  His hoof walls aren't the greatest but it's his thin soles that do him in.  When they get wet in the winter, they get soft.  When they get soft, he gets stone bruises from pebbles.  The stone bruises lead to abscesses.  Now he clomps around, happy and abscess free.  Lately, he's been trotting and even cantering around the pasture.  I'm going to talk to our farrier next time he comes about some sort of pads or other protection for his soles.  He wants to be ridden and I think I will be able to do that soon.  (big grin).

3.  Flash:  Brett's mounted patrol partner and trail buddy became more and more uncomfortable when being ridden.  A thorough work up revealed arthritis but nothing definitive -- no torn anything, but definite discomfort in his hind end.  Brett tried hock injections and Adequan but nothing helped.  Two years ago, Brett made the difficult decision to retire Flash, who was 16 at the time.  Flash maintained his alpha status in the herd but he didn't partake in the gallop fests enjoyed by the others.  He walked slowly and deliberately.  Sometimes, he just stood quietly under the trees all day.  A few months ago, we noticed a change -- right after his recovery from tick fever.  He has pep in his step: he runs with Mufasa, he rears and bucks and walks with purpose.  Brett is thinking about hopping  on him one of these days.  He won't ever go back to full work but, like Jackson, we think he may be sound for light riding.

4.  Pistol: Okay, she didn't come to us lame.  She came to us perfectly sound -- and very over-weight.  I was concerned about her gaining more weight, just hanging around in the pasture with Lucy and the goats, eating hay and nibbling on the grass.  Instead, she has dropped to a respectable weight and no longer looks like she is in foal.  She runs around with Lucy on cold mornings.  When she first came, it was difficult for her to trot more than once around the small arena.  She's much more fit now -- on pasture rest with infrequent rides by myself or Camille.  I mean, really infrequent.

Of course, I know that not everyone has access to pasture the way that we do.  We came from Southern California where small paddocks are a luxury.  Don't even think about pasture.  It doesn't exist.  But now we have that luxury and the horses are reaping the benefits. It seems to take at least a year, sometimes a lot more, for healing to occur and I know that is an expense not everyone can afford.  But if you can, it is worth trying.  We are 3 for 3 on lameness and even Pistol is reaping the benefits.