Back to my horses
Well, I got home from Africa on Friday. Saturday I came down with a nasty stomach ailment. It was Wednesday until I could eat any real food.
I went out to visit the boys as soon as I could move. I can't say they were happy to see me but they did remember me, they went right for my treat pocket. They were pretty unhappy that I didn't give them any.
Over the weekend I participated in a Parelli Natural Horsemanship Clinic at our barn. I had a lot of fun and Johnny showed a side I didn't realize was there. He was his usual bratty self (looking for ways to test my patience) but he entertained everyone else who thought he's such a character. I don't disagree, it's why I love him, never a dull moment.
On Sunday we were learning to ride with one rein and a carrot stick (long orange stick used as an extension of your arm). Johnny did his best to ignore me but I won in the end. I felt safe enough on him to try a canter. I started out really well, his canter is really easy to ride. Unfortunately he came up on an obstacle and decided at the last minute to swerve around it. I wasn't able to swerve with him and ended up on the ground. As soon as Johnny felt me come off he put on the brakes and stopped immediately. My pride hurt more than anything. But by the time I got home my ribs hurt, a lot. My usual remedy of Ibuprofen and beer didn't help much. I took a hydocodone and my sleeping meds and went to bed early. Today Ibuprofen is working pretty well. Doc is being a sweetheart and helping me a lot. Things like helping me get up out of a chair or doing things for me so I don't have to get up.
I've been in contact with the rescue organization that I foster bottle fed kittens for. They have their hands full with a lot of kittens. I brought home a litter of 4 that need socializing. They were with their mother longer than most and are pretty scared of people. I plan on spending time with them and convincing them that people are nice to have around.
That should be enough to keep me busy for a while.
I went out to visit the boys as soon as I could move. I can't say they were happy to see me but they did remember me, they went right for my treat pocket. They were pretty unhappy that I didn't give them any.
Over the weekend I participated in a Parelli Natural Horsemanship Clinic at our barn. I had a lot of fun and Johnny showed a side I didn't realize was there. He was his usual bratty self (looking for ways to test my patience) but he entertained everyone else who thought he's such a character. I don't disagree, it's why I love him, never a dull moment.
On Sunday we were learning to ride with one rein and a carrot stick (long orange stick used as an extension of your arm). Johnny did his best to ignore me but I won in the end. I felt safe enough on him to try a canter. I started out really well, his canter is really easy to ride. Unfortunately he came up on an obstacle and decided at the last minute to swerve around it. I wasn't able to swerve with him and ended up on the ground. As soon as Johnny felt me come off he put on the brakes and stopped immediately. My pride hurt more than anything. But by the time I got home my ribs hurt, a lot. My usual remedy of Ibuprofen and beer didn't help much. I took a hydocodone and my sleeping meds and went to bed early. Today Ibuprofen is working pretty well. Doc is being a sweetheart and helping me a lot. Things like helping me get up out of a chair or doing things for me so I don't have to get up.
I've been in contact with the rescue organization that I foster bottle fed kittens for. They have their hands full with a lot of kittens. I brought home a litter of 4 that need socializing. They were with their mother longer than most and are pretty scared of people. I plan on spending time with them and convincing them that people are nice to have around.
That should be enough to keep me busy for a while.