Thursday, May 21, 2009

Spring Vaccinations

Today my little Rosie Toes received her yearly vaccinations.  She got the standard Rabies/Tetanus/Eastern/Western combo and then West Nile.  I wormed her also.  Has anyone tried the tapeworm dewormer before?  I don't really think she has them since we were in such a dry place in Texas but she had also never been dewormed for them before so I tried the Equimax stuff.  Then my poor Rosie had to suffer the indignities that any woman of child bearing age has had to endure.  I had her palpated.  Granted our OB/GYN's don't usually go through our rectums but it is still pretty similar.  If some of you are wondering why on earth I had this poor horse palpated you can catch up here.  I explained to the vet what had happened and so she palpated her and said that while she couldn't be one hundred percent sure with out doing an ultrasound she didn't think Rosie was bred.  She also didn't see any reason to do an ultrasound so I'm pretty sure nothing occurred.  Which is what the barn manager told me but I figured since the vet was there I should probably just cover my own ass.  Huge sigh of relief from me.  Horses, I swear.

We also walked the gauntlet between the two stallions so I could get her out to her pasture.  I had expressed my displeasure to the barn manager regarding the placement of these two stallions and the fact that I didn't feel safe walking my own horse down between them.  He said that while he didn't have anywhere else to move the stallions to he or the barn worker could go get Rosie for me.  I guess it is an okay solution but it is one that leaves me feeling like a loser for not being able to handle my own horse.  So today I decided that I was just going to buck up and her out there myself.  I brought in a little reinforcement though.  Normally I use a rope halter on her but today just for the purpose of taking her out to the pasture I got a regular nylon halter and put a chain over her nose.  I had never put a chain over her nose before but figured, what the hell, it will either work or it won't and if it doesn't she will spend the rest of the day in her stall.  We started down the alleyway, the stallions started their usual crap and she started to try to get ahead of me.  I gave her a little tug, enough for her to feel that there was something over her nose and she came back to me.  I had to come onto her a couple more times and we made it down the alley at a trot but we made it without any of the craziness of last time.  I also don't think she was in heat this time but I am not positive.  Just to reassure anyone who might be worrying I have used chains on horses in the past without incident.  In fact I had a mare who you absolutely could not lead with out a chain over her nose.  As soon as you put the chain on she was as easy as pie but she knew if you had put the chain on or not.  

And just because I haven't posted any pictures lately I will post this one of a flower I took at the Botanical Gardens in Grand Junction.  Don't ask me what it is, I have no idea!

Wednesday, May 13, 2009


I participate in the Pampers Gifts to Grow program which basically you enter codes off the packages of diapers and after you accumulate so many points you get prizes.  I went to enter some today and it asked for some basic information such as gender, age and occupation.  Well, I typed "stay at home mom" in for occupation and when I hit enter to submit the information and it kicked it back to me saying the "occupation entered is invalid."  Thanks a lot Pampers, if a diaper company doesn't even recognize it as a valid occupation why should the rest of the world?!

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Suburban Nightmare

Note:  Rant ahead, just so you are forewarned!

I currently live in a standard generic American suburb.  Not by choice.  I grew up on 160 acres of fields and trees in Maine.  There was also a farm house that was, shall we say, a handyman's dream.  Despite the difficulties of living in a circa 1840's farmhouse during the harsh Maine winters I loved our property.  There was plenty of room for the horses, chickens, dogs, cats, and kids.  I could get in a good trail ride and never leave our little slice of heaven.  

Fast forward through the next eleven years in which a teenage girl with big dreams and wanderlust heads west to go to college and seek her fortune.  Things take a a different turn than planned and she ends up married and following her husband around the various oil field hubs in this great nation of ours.  Enter suburbia.  

The first town we moved to after getting married was in the high desert of southwest Wyoming.  Trust me, the scenery is not what you think of when you picture Wyoming.  The town was surrounded by federal and railroad owned land.  There was very little privately owned land and what there was was out of our newlywed price range.  When we moved to Texas I had put my only horse down nine months before we left Wyoming and I was three months pregnant with my daughter.  I had convinced myself after having to put my mare down that I was taking a break from horses so we didn't even look for horse property when we relocated.  The horse bug came back (I really don't think it had ever left) while in Texas and when we planned this move to Colorado I swore we would be getting horse property.  I had purchased Rosie six months before and DID NOT want to board again.  As we began looking for our new home in the Denver area we found that nearly everything was out of our price range and what was in it was still at the high end.  My husband, whose degree is in Finance with a real estate concentration,  was also a mortgage lender before this oil field gig kept running the numbers and our choices were low end horse property with a huge mortgage or a house in a subdivision that would be nearly paid for.  With me kicking, screaming and crying the whole way we moved into suburbia.  Again.  In hind sight given what has happened with the economy since last August it was probably the smartest move, but don't tell him that I said that.

We ended up purchasing a new spec home and the backyard was not landscaped.  We decided to finally do things the way we wanted since we had a clean slate to work with.  We put in a deck and did some upgrades with the trees and concrete curbing and such.  We accomplished all this last fall just in time for cold weather to set in.  We waited all winter for warm weather to roll around and now that it has we have discovered that we have an annoying problem.  Sadly, we can't call the deck guy or the landscapers to fix this issue.  The problem we are having is with a little, blond five year old boy.  What could be the problem you say?  Well, let me enlighten you.  Everytime we set foot in our backyard and he is in his, he knows it.  Within two minutes (usually less but I am feeling generous) he either invites himself to our house or asks if my daughter can go over to his house.  Usually he invites himself to our house first.  The way everything is situated this boy has a toy he can climb on and see virtually everything in our backyard.  Our back door is on the side closest to his house.  Everytime we set foot in our backyard and he is in his, he knows it.  Tonight he had the audacity to ask "if he was invited to our house" with his father standing right there.  Now here is the part that really gets to me.  This is not the first time he has done this with his father right there and you know what his dad does?  Nothing.  He usually says something like what he said tonight "Probably not tonight, it's getting close to dinner time," to which my husband agreed even though we had eaten an hour prior.  If he was my kid I would have said "no, and you are being rude" and left it at that.  It's pretty obvious this kid runs the show.  So now it's pretty clear that not only am I going to have to keep my kid in check I am going to have to keep theirs in check too at least as far as coming over to my house goes.  It doesn't stop there.  If he can't get either mine or my husbands attention to ask if he can come over he tells my daughter to go ask one of us if he can come over.  Luckily she is still too young to know what he is talking about and never asks.  Wait, there is more.  Once it is established that he can't come over for whatever reason, if we are sitting on our deck which is probably a grand total of 25 feet from his play set that he stands on and rapid fires questions at us until we retreat inside.  We spent thousands of dollars getting this yard the way we wanted it and now we can't bear to be outside.  It is only May.  What am I going to do once school is out and he is home all day?  I think he goes to half day school of some sort, not sure if it is kindergarten or like a preschool something or other.  A few weeks ago when I had purchased some flowers and seeds for my daughter and I to plant, kind of a mother-daughter activity, he hollered at us over the fence for her to come talk to him the ENTIRE TIME.  Tonight I found myself encouraging my daughter to come inside on a gorgeous early summer evening and watch t.v. just to escape him.  Thumbs up on the parenting there.  

Now, I know your probably thinking "go talk to his parents."  If you actually knew me you would know how non confrontational I am.  I don't even like to call people on the phone, I prefer to do everything by e-mail if possible.  I don't know why I am like this, I just am.  I guess I just keep hoping his oblivious parents will take note of what he is doing and put a stop to it.  Here is to wishful thinking.  Oh, one more little factoid, when he comes over he brings his three year old sister with him.  Suddenly, I have three children running around instead of one.  I have realized something about myself since becoming a parent to a pre-schooler.  I really don't like other peoples children.  I don't dislike all of them, just most of them.  My friends kids I don't mind because we are all mostly of the same mindset and behavior such as this would not be accepted.  I used to work at an elementary school and the kids there had to listen to me.  Now, if I can't discipline them I don't want to be around them.  Why, oh why can't I be surrounded by acres of waving green pasture with my horses grazing peacefully as I sit on my (silent) deck and enjoy a glass of iced tea on a summer day?

Well, that is my rant for the evening.  I hope everyone else's outdoor activities are going better than mine are.  I also hope my neighbors aren't reading this.  Or maybe I hope they are....          

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

I can't think of a title...

I made it over to check on my Roany Pony tonight.  She was taking a nap when I got there.  It never fails to amaze me how much horses look like beached whales when the lay down.  At first she was still kind of sitting up but then she stretched out flat.  I didn't have the heart to get her up.  I was out of the house and there were no children there so really I didn't much care what happened.  It was relaxing just watching her sleep.  After a bit she got up, shavings all in her forelock and mane, so cute.  I just brushed her, checked her legs and picked out her feet.  We are going to visit the in-laws so I just wanted some barn time before we headed out.  I tried to get a couple of pictures but my camera battery was beyond dead.  Her legs are healing nicely and I can see new pink skin underneath some of the scabs that are starting to come off.  She did cough a few times, so I need to keep an eye on that.  I have never noticed her coughing before.

Well, everyone have a great rest of the week!

Monday, May 4, 2009

How did Monday get here so quickly?

Where do the weekend go?  I swear time speeds up once Friday evening gets here.  

Saturday the weather was not cooperating so we did some errands around Fort Collins, then just headed home.  Sunday the farrier was coming to the barn so I had to get my butt in gear.  I was a little nervous about going to the barn after everything that happened last weekend.  I guess you could say my confidence is a little shaken.  When I got to the barn both of the stallions were in there getting shoes on so I was able to retrieve Rosie from the pasture without incident.  I brushed her and fussed over her until the testosterone level in the barn went down a few notches.  When I got in the barn only the black stallion had left and the red one was still in there.  Thankfully he was in front of us so I could keep an eye on him.  What I am about to say is probably going to offend some of you out there but I really don't think Arabians are ever going to be the breed of choice for me.  Both of these stallions are Arabians and I just don't think I have the temperament to deal with them.

Rosie did well with having her feet trimmed.  Before she was always good on the left but by the time they got around to her right side she had had enough of the hoof trimming thing.  Yesterday she was good all the way around.  Maybe she was distracted by Studly being a dingbat in the cross ties in front of her.  Whatever it was, she was good.  Afterwards, I lunged her for a bit and then worked on desensitizing her to the lead rope a little bit.  Before last weekend's incident she really didn't have much of a problem with ropes being around her legs but now she is pretty worried about them.  I spent a few minutes just throwing the rope around her back legs until she calmed down and stood still.  It took a bit but she finally did.  I did her left side first and then her right side.  Her left side took a little while before she was comfortable so I figured her right side would take a really long time but I only had to spend about two minutes on it and that was probably longer than I needed to.  I guess it makes sense though, the worst cuts and scrapes on her left hind leg.  While I was applying some fly spray to her after our round pen work the barn manager brought the red stallion out of the main barn to be put in his stall in the south barn and Rosie still gave him googly eyes and peed everywhere so I guess she is still in heat?  I thought a heat cycle only lasted about a week which I guess is where she is at but enough already!