Horse Sense....

  

 

And I just went a** over t*t.  

Well, that's not 100% accurate.  I did a bl**dy mud slide, got mud burns then went A over T.

No?  Not helpful?

Ok, fine.  So, I was worried that Suzie is not coming to halter like she should, so I decided to move all the horses and calves round and put Suzie in her own paddock, so it's just us communicating.

All goods.  At this point everyone is still in the open paddocks.  Caps saw me and realized I had bananas so walked from one paddock to the welcome paddock.  Walked.  Everyone else was in the paddock over.  Fed Caps a banana and then walked over to fence to walk down to the gate.  Caps walked next to me.  But we didn't have a huge amount of room, because, well, my horses always walk next to me.  Fence one side.  Caps the other.  Then Caps started walking quicker and then somehow I tripped over my feet, Caps is still walking very quickly next to me, fence on the other side of me, and somehow I was falling, but couldn't actually fall because I was stuck between Caps and fence.  Caps then thought we were playing.  I, on the other hand, was looking spastic with arms and legs flying everywhere.

Eventually, I fell then fast slid on the teensy, tiny hill we have, on my right side at which point, I just rolled myself into a ball and covered my head.  Which worked out to be good, because Caps went into a trot and did a little kick.  I felt the air.  

Anyway, no harm done apart from a mud (think carpet) graze from just above my ankle up to (and including) my butt.  But I need to say that it wasn't Caps fault. He did nothing wrong.  N.O.T.H.I.N.G.

However, maybe we need to look at Rule number 67 again:  Never ever get caught between a fence and your horse.

Oh yeah, now I remember.

However, Suzie is now in her own paddock and everyone else shifted.

Go us.

What I will say though is over the last week I have been really uncareful with the food I have been eating.  I've eaten food that I normally stay away from and it's not been fresh or clean, has had lots of numbers and preservatives and/or is just crap.  And food like this sullies the Clair-senses.  Everything that you ingest affects these senses.  You have to keep them clean, or as clean as you possibly can while working with your personal rhythm that connects you to this world.    

I know this but I didn't eat to my cycle, and whereas I am normally able to fairly easily walk this thin line, I got lazy, toppled and ate sl*tty food.  That's what I've decided to nickname bad, no good vitamin or mineral, full of numbers food, sl*tty food

Oooooohhhhh...on another note, it looks like we have a new member of the family arriving in the next couple of days.  Apparently, his name is Peanut but apart from that I don't know much.  I don't really need to though.  He's turned up at my house, bad things will have happened.

I will also start a daily diary with Suzie Q on Instagram.  I'm extremely embarrassed it's taken us this long to get this far, and I can only put it down to very bad weather this winter and my reluctance to force Suzie to wear a halter.  

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I pick up Peanut at 4pm tomorrow.  Really looking forward to it, no idea what he looks like or anything like that but you know, that's kind of exciting in it's own way, too.

And Alex was good again tonight.  No surprises, everything went exactly as I expected.  In having said that, I didn't personally expect to rock up with bright purple hair.  I was going for this uber cool, lilac vibe but ended up with Barney the Dinosaur neon purple hair.  To be fair, it did look kind of cool and it sorted the men from the boys real quick.  

But let's face it, I don't class that as a problem, because I'm never been interested in the guy who is looking for a tall, blond, good looking and well-behaved girl...  think more, well, I'm just not that girl.  Either take me as I am or don't take me at all. 

Ooooohhhh before I forget though, two things have come up recently which are not sitting well with me:  

1) You can't talk a horse down once he/she is in the crazy place.  

Correct.  You can't.  You have to put the time in first to open the Horse/human door.  This is what stops them going to the crazy place.  And the door only opens when there  is mutual respect and commitment. And dare I say it, love.

2) Just make Suzie.

I understand she needs her hooves done but I also know that she has to come to me. If I force her, that beautiful horse/human door will never open for us. 

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Picked up Peanut today and he is adorable!  I was a bit worried driving home because the lady said to me when I picked him up, He's bad tempered, can kick, bite, you can't catch him easily, he is horrible to lead (and then proceeded to show me how to hold hand in halter so he didn't bolt), his hooves are bad and he hates kids.

Well, ok then.

Although to be fair it was a bit late as she had shoo-ed us into the float by that time and was walking away.

Right.

Was having a few bad thoughts on the way home about my saying No boundaries but we got home, after stopping off to feed Mares, and he was an angel.  He travels beautifully.  Leads fine, better than fine actually.  Walks, trots, stop on Energy and is generally a pleasure to be round.  Not even a hint of kick or bite and came when called.  

I'll see how little Peanut is tomorrow but so far, he's exceeded my expectations.  Both him and Suzie Q will be having a bath tomorrow though although now we're talking about Suz, she will stand next to me, let me touch her face, ears, mane etc but point blank refuses that bl**dy halter.  

We've got until tomorrow lunch until I call in reinforcements.  She absolutely has to have her hooves done, I'm worried that she's starting to founder.

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Ok, so I sat with Suzie again this morning and it went well, we're all touching and playing and stuff and then my mate Felicity came over.  We had a chat and stuff and then went to catch Suz.  One hour and 17 minutes later we called it a day, no halter on Suz.  I called in reinforcements.  They were in Cambridge so I bathed Peanut (who is absolutely gorgeous!) and grabbed a bite to eat.  

My second lot of mates turned up and wait for it...Suzie stood in the corner and Aria haltered her in 4 minutes.  

4.

So, then we gave her a hot bath (thank you so much, William and Helen, it works awesomely).  Brushed her, dried her, put on jacket, then put Peanut in with her.  Suz was a bit feisty letting him know that she is the mare and don't you forget it.  Peanut still likes her.  And he is soooooooooooo snuggly.  

I chose not to put her in a box for farrier tomorrow and hope I don't regret that decision.  I say that because I went to touch her in the paddock later and she was like, Don't come near me. I am very p*ssed off with you.  Charming.  However, it most probably didn't help that Caps kept leaning over the fence and smelling Suz's hair.  He was like, You smell delicious...

She's like, Bite me.

A successful day because I got what I wanted.  However, I didn't get it in the way that I wanted, so I feel a bit weird about it.  However, I am extremely lucky that I have such great friends and you know, success is success.  

To be fair though, Suz looks gorgeous and smells amazing, my hot water shower works 100% fabulously, Peanut has far exceeded my expectations, Caps and Az are happy, Ralph and Chew want to come and hang out with the other littlies and I have great friends who are amazing horse people.  

And when push comes to shove, I can, with some (not inconsiderable) effort, put my ego to the side.

A pretty awesome day when I look at the grass roots of what I have.

So, that's been our week: Spirit gave me a slap in some respects and divine gifts in others.  

But seriously, all jokes aside, most of the week I didn't really know where I was and just when I thought I had it all together, Spirit would throw me a curve ball.  However, they've highlighted a few things which I will look deeper into, soothed a couple of ruffled feathers and generally made me look at things differently.  No, not changed my mind, just differently.

But the big question I have asked myself this week is, Knowing what I know now, would I have done anything differently with Suz?

No.  

I would still have taken off her halter.

Wishing you much love my friends and of course, my humans.

Caps, me, Spirit, Az, Ralph, Chew, Suzie Q, Peanut, Buzz-the-Bl**dy- Bull, Fenny and Flash and of course, my darling, Mares (and baby mares)

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I'm so pleased I didn't put Suzie in the box.  She hates small spaces because she's been kept in them before and left, so she freaks out.  Instead I left the rope halter on and went in and got her this morning.  Not as quick as Aria but a fairly decent effort, and as I am writing this Suz is outside the window munching on grass.  She is on a long rope but you know, no need to be stupid about things.

** Suz is filthy on me.  I've left the rope halter on her and she is not a happy camper.  So, she's throwing her toys out of the cot.  Which is kind of a moot point because well, until I know that I can put it on and off, it's staying on.  Anyway, she knows me now and she knows that I do not hurt any of the horses, so this is literally a temper tantrum.  

However, she is being caught and led.

*** And I got two (2) hot showers for the little ones and then no more.  F*k.  The concept is perfect and the horses love it, now I just have to find a way to make it work.  It goes fine for a little while and then the pressure builds up and it spits the dummy.

How f*cking hard can this be...

**** And I think it's pretty safe to say that Peanut's happy.  I took him out this morning and tied him up round the house while I played with Suz, and the next minute Hello! he's out and about and running up and down the fence calling.  No problem, I think, Fence is up at the front.  So, I left him and concentrated on what I was doing.  20 minutes later I went and got him and brought him into the paddock, walk to the house and I had forgotten to do up the gate and everything was wide open.  He could have just walked out but instead was like, Let me back in with everyone else, I want to play!

Nice.

Suz on the other hand is one muppety and f*cked off, mare.

***** And Suz's halter has just come half off.  Back to square 1, possibly square -10.