Pink my ride.....

Here's an article from the Daily Mail I saw today. No I don't read the ghastly rag, it was on Facebook this morning. Now aside from the concerns that I have with attaching bits of metal to a horse's hoof anyway, being a fluffy barefoot treehugger type, my other complaint is why do they have to come in pink?

Why do traditional nail on shoes come in pink too?

 

or hoof boots?

What's the point? They're going to end up covered in shit mud anyway, aren't they? So is this....

...and this

Now as the mother of a five year old pink princess I can understand that little girls might like to have everything in pink and are too young to know how damn impractical it all is (and presumably mummy will clean everything anyway). But an increasing number of grown women seem to be parting with their hard earned cash for pink nasties, and a quick Google reveals you can get just about anything in the puke inducing puce....I mean, who thinks this would look good on their horse?

or this?

or this?

or this?

Well, she does, obviously, but don't get me started on that.....

I know this will probably annoy even more people than previous rants, but I really do HATE pink!!!

First TREC of the year

Yesterday was fun. We went up to Beaumont again for a TREC special PTV competition. Ali got to ride Sunny, Tamzin's big bay horse and she also did a round on Ches. We got there a bit early so we had a sneak preview of the course, to show Ras, Tamzin's 5 year old Arab, that nothing was going to eat him......

Then Isabelle and the rest of the team showed up so we got the horses ready and the competition started. Tanya went first on Chester. He did his usual ambling along, tried to eat the gate, got his head down during the immobility and generally did the least amount of work possible.....he woke up enough at the end to actually jump the hedge though!

Polo went next and was fine, unsurprising given his gymnkhana background.....

and given his size the low branch wasn't exactly a challenge!

 

 

Then it was Ali's turn on Sunny. He is 16.3hh and not exactly skinny, so it's a lot of horse to hold together. There was an interesting moment at the gate opening.......here she is saying "what do I do now?!"

She got it closed in the end without dropping it though, somewhat unorthodox technique....

Unfortunately, the low branch was a bit too low for Sunny....

But he jumped beautifully, I think Ali might have enjoyed that bit!

She also managed to get on him from the ground, she's very bendy.....

Little Ras was funny, he did fine with most of it, then suddenly decided the gate was out to get him and shot off across the course, I had to dive out of the way after I'd taken this pic!

Then Ali did a round on Ches, who decided he was going to be scared of the carriage that came trotting up the road and leapt out of the middle of the ruelle he was supposed to be crossing.

So Ali came 6th on him, Hollie was 4th and Ali came third on Sunny. The winner was a girl on a Merens riding in just a headcollar, she was brilliant!

Looking forward to the next one......would love to take Kinna next time to see how she copes.

A controversial choice?

So yesterday I went shopping in our local supermarket, Leclerc. This being France, they sell a lot of things that you don't often see in Tescos. They have a tankful of live lobsters and crabs just waiting to be taken away and dunked into boiling water by eager chefs. You can buy whole bunnies ready skinned and gutted for the pot, minus their ears but bizarrely with the eyeballs still in. There is a whole range of snails in the freezer section and various poultry on the butcher's counter with heads and feet still attached and dangling attractively over the edge.

And then of course there's the horse. This was the display for Basque specialities on promotion a couple of weeks ago.

Whilst a lot of folks in the UK are indignantly protesting at the horsemeat which seems to be present in everything from "beef"burgers to lasagne, consumption of horsemeat in this country has apparently gone up, as more of the French are trying it to see what the fuss is all about.

So yesterday, fancying a bit of steak for dinner, I decided to look at more than just the beef section. Faux filet de boeuf, I was surprised to discover, was €23 a kilo. Further along the chiller, just past the veal, was faux fillet de cheval - costing a far more reasonable €12.90 a kilo. Yes, I know, horses destined for slaughter have long journeys in horrendous conditions. This particular steak came all the way from Mexico, where I know their transportation/handling/slaughtering record is awful. I have seen video footage from a slaughterhouse in South America and it was far worse than the one doing the rounds on the internet of secret filming in a UK slaughterhouse recently.

 But these days, price is an important factor in my choice of supermarket shopping, so I bought the horse instead of the beef. The horse is already dead, after all. If I didn't buy it, someone else would. There will always be a market for horsemeat in Europe, whether I eat it or not.

 So I took it home for my dinner. And it was delicious.....

Also it's apparently much better for me than beef, containing less fat and more of the cholesterol-lowering omega 3 fatty acids.......so you've got to wonder, really, why don't people eat more of it?

Another lake ride

So  today we rode to the lake. The weather forecast lied to us about it being sunny. Until we were almost home of course, then a bit of sun broke through, just in time to get this pic of Kinna cantering like a sensible big grown up horsie

She has been a total star today, no spooking, no bucking, no throwing her toys out of the pram about not being allowed to graze, no acting up when a load of baby Lippizaners came hooleying up to the fence (why do they breed so many? Are they destined for lasagne or Ikea meatballs?)

We have been past massive tractors, several bonfires, lots of yapping dogs (some loose), through dense woodland requiring some contortion from her rider, over ditches, up and down steep banks, through massive puddles and she has calmly done it all

 

She really has exceeded my expectations today :-)

She even went for a splash in the lake

Sky on the other hand was a pain in the arse, because she wanted the grass, so there was the usual protest in the form of planting, going backwards, stopping dead and doing a little prance about, so that, coupled with the fact that she was cold due to the lack of sun, caused the SNO to bail out when we got to Jane's, so she went to the lake in the car with her father and Sky got to spend all day in the field being chased around by Maverick. She must have annoyed him as she's got a huge bite mark on her back!

Managed to get her to do a bit of sensible cantering on the way home though.....

More baby training

So anyway, back to the horses. Have been out and about with all three despite last weekend's Arctic conditions. On Saturday we went out with G and Kinna and met the owners of two rather gorgeous Appaloosas we've been quietly admiring for weeks. They were curious about Kinna, as people usually are. We talked for a while (until we got too cold to stay still) and the whole time Kinns was good as gold, stood still even when one of the spotty boys got a bit excited and started hooleying round the field.....

Sunday I long lined Sky alongside Ali on Kinna. Think I kept warmer on foot! Sky was pretty good, we practised one going ahead of the other and that didn't pose to many problems.....

Today I was messing about with using a neckstrap on Sky, she was a bit confused at first but she got the reinback straight away. It works so much better this way that hauling on the horse's mouth; I have ridden more than one horse who has learned to brace against the reins and hollow their back instead of going back. So something to work on there......

Why do that to your horse?

Just read this great article on the Epona TV website. Some very valid points made, such as "the problem with horse problems – the real ones that actually affect horses – is that their solutions often require us to make sacrifices that we don't really want to make. So we ignore them until they become our own problems and when they do, many of us seek to fix them with a minimum of effort and expense."

It's all about people doing things to/with their horses to stop the horse exhibiting "undesirable" behaviour or to get quick fix training results.  My personal bete noire is the bloody de Gogue (or Market Harborough, I think they are the same thing). Every riding school my kids have ever been to over here (apart from the English run one, interestingly) has at some time or other resorted to a good old Gogue. You can even stick them on your horse for some Club level dressage competitions. So much easier than actually educating the horse 'cos that takes a lot of time to do properly. I actually saw a horse at a competition last year being pulled so tightly in one of the wretched things that it felt it had no option but to rear, and of course that got it a beating.

I don't like a lot of other things people do to horses (you might have noticed). Draw reins, over-heavy contact, nosebands for strapping the horse's mouth shut, people dressing up their horses like a dolly ("but he looks soooo cute in his matching purple rug and booties"),  putting sparkly hoof varnish on them - WTF?, keeping them alone without other equines,  keeping them shut in stables for hours at a time, overrugging them, riding like a sack of shit, bouncing around all over their back and using the reins for balance then wondering why the horse tries to escape the arena ("he was sooooo naughty!"), wearing spurs with no clue how to use them properly, hitting a horse for refusing a jump when they had unbalanced it too much, and - dare I say it? - nailing bits of metal to their feet.

They always have a good reason (to them) for their actions - I'm cold so he must be cold, I don't want him to get dirty, he tanks off with me, he has to be in so the field doesn't get cut up in winter, he's being naughty on purpose (it's amazing how many people think their horse is out to give them a hard time!) - the list is endless.

People should think more about the effect their actions have on the horse, really think about it. Instead of just doing stuff 'cos the others on their yard do, or because it looks pretty, because they want to show off (just go to your average Western demo to see a bunch of blokes strutting their stuff and pretending to be John Wayne with zero regard for their horses' comfort) or because it makes life easier for them. But actually thinking about all this stuff is quite hard to do, even for those who actually possess a brain (and I've met a few who don't appear to have one), because nobody likes to think they might have to change their ways, especially if it'll be more like hard work for them......

Oops, this appears to have turned into another rant....better leave it there - for now ;-)

A bit of a rant.......

I don't often do ranting (well not online anyway) but I'm in a bit of a ranty mood today (blame the binmen for deciding to come and empty the recycling crate at 5.30 this morning and waking me up). This one has been building for a while. About three years, probably.  So here goes:

What is it about horse people? And horse people on the internet in particular?

I have joined a variety of online horse forums over the years, and I think I’ve identified the main categories of member. There’s the self-proclaimed “expert” who always answers every query in minute detail and tells us lesser mortals what we should be doing. They're usually the inflexible type who cannot entertain for one second the thought that there might be another way to do things.

There’s the “talk the talk” ones who know all the theory down to the last detail of vibrating the inside rein to ask your horse to relax his neck – but when requested to show some video of themselves riding, never quite get round to it (oops, left my camera at home!). When it comes to criticising other videos online, however, they have a field day…….

Then there’s the total re-inventer who tells a lot of stories (lies?) about how they’ve jumped, ridden, competed on their wonderful horses when the reality is they’re languishing in a field eating their heads off because said person is to too scared to actually get on and ride them anywhere.

There’s usually a drama queen who is so very precious about everything but when eventually persuaded to post a video it turns out they ride like a sack of shit and if anyone dares to disagree with the general consensus that they’re wonderful, they rant on about how hurtful any such comments are and that the moderators really ought to do something about it.

And of course there’s always a troll or two who just want to have a good argument for whatever reason – because it’s fun to them? – and stirs everyone up on a regular basis.

I spent a fair few years going along with all of this and trying to be, um, circumspect. I didn’t feed the trolls, I didn’t disagree with the drama queens, I didn’t question the outright liars. But I often went to meet people I’d met online because I am a nosy sort.  Sometimes I was pleasantly surprised to meet a kindred spirit who was genuinely interested in putting their relationship with their horses first and did exactly what they said on the tin, erm I mean, forum. But I also met people who were frankly unfit to be horse owners…….

Me? I don't claim to be a dressage diva, or a horse whisperer. I merely strive to practise the noble art of keeping a horse between myself and the ground. I go out and try to have fun with my horses and I spend a lot of time making sure they are Solid Equine Citizens (thanks Dressage Curmudgeon for that expression). And the online armchair experts criticise me. For not wearing a hard hat sometimes, for allowing my daughter to stand on her pony's back, for hacking out on the roads with an unshod horse and most of all for being a fat bastard and daring to drag my lardy arse onto the back of a horse. Not to mention getting so sick of all the aforementioned intolerant, self-obsessed, delusional, opinionated, egotistical "experts" that I and a couple of like-minded individuals actually dared to be “disloyal” enough start our own forum…….

Why do they feel the need to criticise? Presumably because, as the saying goes, moral indignation is just jealousy with a halo.

Bollocks to the lot of 'em.

Moving on, here's a pic of a fat bastard on a four year old on her first ever solo hack that my friend took as I passed his house the other day.

Not sure what my lower leg is doing in that pic, I'm sure the dressage divas can tell me ;-)