I keep trying to block out a few weeks in which I don't have any appointments so that I can focus on working with Gabbrielle, but something always comes up like the refrigerator delivery and the broken down car. Just when it was beginning to look like the car situation was coming to a close, I picked up the mail and received notice that my husband's latest emergency room visit had been rejected for payment by our insurance company. Awesome. Once again, it was looking like I was going to have to spend some time on the phone correcting other people's mistakes instead of riding my horses.
Fortunately, my husband offered to handle it, which freed up my time to ride. Then I stupidly checked my email before pulling on my boots, and there were two more appointments I had to put on my calendar for next week. Just a reminder that time is of the essence, because people will take it away from me faster then I can use it.
So, I went down to the barn to catch Gabbrielle, but she was being a total turd evading me. Just when I was about to start spanking her, Bombay walked up to me and stuck his nose in the halter. I paused.
I didn't want to let Gabbrielle get away with her bad behavior, but Bombay was also clearly communicating to me that he wanted my attention. He was probably bored being at home all the time and needed to get out. I decided to ride him and reward him publicly with plenty of peppermints, which would also serve as a punishment for Gabbrielle, who loves peppermints but would not be getting any.
Bombay's situation is that he hasn't been ridden on the trails for about six months. I was riding him in the arena, but then he was showing signs of back pain, so I stopped riding him until the vet could check him out. She didn't find anything significant, and the dentist said that Bombay hardly needed any work done on his teeth, so I felt like I had the all clear to ride him.
Once she got passed, I moved him forward and halted one more time to listen, because sometimes when one of these neighbors drives off in one car, the rest of them follow in other vehicles. I didn't hear anything, so I crossed and once we were out from behind the bush next to my driveway, I saw that the biggest, loudest truck on the street had its parking lights on and was about to take off. I hurried Bombay across the street and through the gate.
He could hear people doing stuff at that house and kept pointing in that direction. The guy fired up his truck engine right when we were riding past his house on the trails and Bombay threw his head in the air and came to a halt. He was tense, but once he realized that the truck was moving away from us, he relaxed.
Cutting a wide wake around his poop...
As we were crossing the street on the way home, there was a backhoe driving toward us. I rushed him down the driveway before he could get look at it, because I'm sure he's never seen one of those before. It looks like a giant insect.
His nervousness increased as he got closer to home, which was odd. He was eyeing the bush where we found the dead dove, so I think he remembers javelina being there.
He always has to hang onto the bit when I unbridle him...
I had planned to drop the sales prices on Bombay and Gabbrielle significantly right before summer, but I think I'll keep them. I take good care of them, even if having four horses is too much work for me. I just see a lot of things people say regarding horses on social media and it scares me to think that my horses might not go to a good home.
Just the other day I was telling Gabbrielle all the things I appreciate about her, because I know I tend of focus on her more obnoxious behaviors. She has some traits that none of my other horses have, and that kind of makes her special.
1. She's super responsive from both the ground and the saddle. She handles like a sports car with power everything.
2. She's always looking out for the herd, taking a leading role in their survival.
3. While her acute awareness makes her my spookiest horse, it also makes her my best watchdog.
4. She's very outspoken and I always know what is going on with her physically and emotionally.
5. She keeps herself clean. She's a self-grooming horse. She sheds against the fence and encourages other horses to groom her, so I don't have to. So, from a grooming standpoint, she's low maintenance.
6. She never injures herself or gets sick, so her vet bills are limited to maintenance. She was sick when I bought her, and she did injure herself a lot as a child, but now that she's grown up, she knows how to stay healthy. So, from a health standpoint, she's low maintenance.
7. She's super tolerant about being hugged and kissed, and she kisses back.
8. She picks up her own feet when I'm ready to pick them out. I love that, but for some reason my farrier was trying to train her not to do that the last time he was here. I guess he likes to call the shots, but I know my horse is just trying to help.
9. She's got that attention-grabbing beauty.
10. She keeps Rock from bulldozing down the other horses.
I think I can put up with her excessive pooping, and bloating to avoid the cinch when I consider all of these positive traits.
And then, of course, I never really wanted to sell Bombay. He was just my back-up plan in case I couldn't sell Gabbrielle. I originally wanted the horses to be ridden and exercised more often than I can offer, but they seem happy either way.