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June update

We have a new fence around the house. I should charge the battery on my camera and take a picture. <searches around for camera> Hmmm. That would entail finding said camera. <searches some more> There it is! Cool. Battery charging. This may or may not result in actual pictures. We’ll see.

The fence is gorgeous. Gorgeous. Can’t say that enough. Gorgeous. It is secure for both dogs and horses, and just high enough that Rowan hasn’t tried to put her head over and graze on the other side. The wooden posts are also concreted in, so hopefully neither horses nor dogs will knock it around and make it wobbly anytime soon.

Right now the fence is just around the house. Todd built it right outside the old fence, except in the back, where he moved it 16 feet into pasture 2. We did that so sometime in the future, when we actually remodel the HOUSE, we have room to move the back of the house out and add a back porch.

Have I mentioned the fence is gorgeous? And I love it?

Next — after paying for this fence — is the footing in the dry lot. We may not be able to get to the fence around the dry lot this summer, but we MUST add drainage and change the footing so the horses aren’t in mud next winter. I have a lot more tolerance for rain when I and my critters aren’t sliding around in the mud.

The aforementioned critters are doing well. Aslan has been growly lately, and I’m wondering if either his ears or his hips/shoulders aren’t bothering him. I’ve cleaned out his ears, and they don’t smell oogie, but his infections tend to be way down deep, and I don’t know about them until they get really gross. Pax is just trying to stay out of his way and not piss him off by doing something dumb like, you know, walk into a room wrong. <eye roll>

Oh! Aslan is on my LIST. There was a two-day period where we didn’t have a secure fence around the house. So I would let the dogs out and encourage them to the front of the property to potty. That area has better fences, and Aslan’s recall is good there. In the evening of the first day, I let them out, and they both take off at a run. I don’t know what they saw — deer? rabbit? — but they saw something and took off after it. Pax came back when I called. Aslan… gone into the woods.

Damn dog. We could hear him, but we couldn’t see him because these woods are dense with undergrowth and dark. It took an HOUR to get him back, and I don’t think he was ever more than 50 feet from us. I was soooo MAD. He went out on leash the rest of the time we were without a fence, and he hasn’t had one paw outside the new fence (and probably won’t until we’ve replaced all the fence in the front half of the property.)

Horses are fine. Princess is still thin, but the vet says that with her lameness issues he’d rather see her at this weight than the equivalent amount overweight. Rowan hasn’t gone to Leslie’s yet — and I may have another option. Her farrier, Christina, knows someone who is looking for a horse to start. Long story, but they may be a good match. We’ll see. If not, then I’ll send Rowan down to Leslie, and I want to send Blue down there regardless.

Pax’s littermate is definitely pregnant. Puppies expected July 4! Yay. That doesn’t mean that I’ll be getting one of the puppies in that litter. I certainly hope so, and we’re planning for it, but there just may not be a pup for me. Fingers crossed. I guess I’ll know for certain by mid July.

Work is going well, as always. I adore my job. It got crazy last week, but I expect that near rollout time. I should be starting a new project here soon — not sure what though. Best news is that my friend Myella is going to be working with our group beginning June 30! I absolutely can’t wait to work with her again.

I guess the only other news is that I’ve actually been writing. I’ve wanted to write a novel for a long time, but prose fiction isn’t my strong suit so I worked on screenplays instead. I decided a while ago that I would write my most recent screenplay as a novel, but I never really got started. Until now. That’s a tale better told on my Current Projects page, I suppose, so I’ll post those updates there.

Death and destruction are our friends!

How’s that for a blog title? Jay told me he’d been waiting for my post on the subject, so it seems like as good a title as any for my May update. The title refers specifically to the death and destruction of blackberries and alder saplings, both of which are weeds in the Pacific Northwest, and both of which suffered major casualties a couple of weeks ago.

As I said, alder trees and blackberries are weeds here. They grow fast and rampant, and they are constantly encroaching on the areas we’ve cleared. I realized this year that we’d lost a ton of pasture to those evil weeds, and judging by the fast-disappearing fencelines, we were soon to lose a lot more. So we called a guy down in Cherry Valley who had a lovely mulching machine. This thing would snap a tree in half and then eat it to the ground. It was awesome! We brought him in a couple of weekends ago, and he cleared all of the brush inside the pastures (and near the house) and outside the pasture fencelines of pastures three and four. There’s still a fair amount to be done, but he got the important stuff, and now we’re on to our next priorities: replacing fencing and making the drylot dry.

We had Todd come out last week to look at the work we want to do and to tell us what it will cost. First priority is to replace the fencing around the house. Second priority is to replace all of the fencing on the property except the pasture fencing. Third priority is to redo the dry lot so it won’t be a mud pit next winter. We want to replace the existing fencing (a mix of wood, field fence, and electric tape) with a fence that’s both horse- and dog-proof. That would mean, when we’re done, we have four or five separate areas in the front part of the property that can hold either dogs or horses. Right now, the fencing is ugly and falling apart, and only the fence around the house can even pretend to be truly secure for dogs.

Another thing we’re doing right now is planning to move back into the basement — without doing any work on it. I had suggested just throwing in some cheap carpet and a coat of paint, but Jay didn’t want to put any money into stuff that will get torn out in the “real” remodel. I understand that and decided that really, there’s no reason we have to do anything (though we may want to throw blankets on the floor to keep sound from bouncing around). It’s going to be a while before we can do the real remodel, and I don’t want to be out of the basement the whole time. We need our guest room, and the basement is the coolest place in the house in the summer.

What else? Work is going FABULOUSLY. I’m soooo blissfully happy. I love my manager and my department and my projects. They seem to have enough work to keep me employed through the rest of the year. Hopefully beyond that as well, but they certainly can’t promise that now. Hopefully there won’t be any weird rule changes at the beginning of next year that would keep me from coming back in the same capacity I’m in now.

I have my fingers crossed that I’ll finally get a curly puppy in September. Pax’s littermate was bred to a very nice dog in May. I don’t think the pregnancy has been confirmed yet, but I’m hoping, hoping, hoping!

Horses are doing reasonably well. Miss Princess lost weight over the winter, and that concerns me a little. The vet is coming out either tomorrow or the beginning of next week. I upped her groceries, but she doesn’t seem to be gaining weight the way she should. The other horses all look great — good weight, came through the winter well. Miss Rowan BIT me the other day. Little witch. I called Leslie that afternoon and told her Rowan needed to be trained before I killed her or she killed me. Hopefully Leslie will be able to do the training herself — and take Blue at the same time. Ideal ending to the story would be that she takes her, trains her, and finds an excellent home for her.

Ummm… I think that’s about it. Life is great here, and I’m blissfully happy!

Ouch!

Miss Princess has an owie. I went out to feed the horses dinner yesterday, and Princess had a huge wound in her chest. Huge.

I’ll spare you the details, but the vet said one of the other horses — I’m looking at you, Blue! — had probably run her into the fence, and she had impaled herself on a metal t-post. Oy! Fortunately, the damage was limited to the muscle and didn’t penetrate to the the internal cavity. The vet cleaned it up and said she’ll be fine.

She has to be separated from the other horses for a few days though. Unfortunately, it’s raining today, and it’s supposed to snow tonight — and we have only one paddock with shelter. I would leave her there and let the others hang out under trees in the pasture, but the “dry lot” where the shelter is, is the muddiest place on the property. I actually think the wound will stay cleaner if she isn’t there. So Miss Princess is stuck in the elements for a few days.

Boy, is she pissed!

Showing off Guin

Lynne, my boss’s boss, loves horses, so I invited her and her friend Christine out to see Guin. I tried to arrange for Leslie to be there or Monica or Kyra, so they could do some training and make the visit more interesting, but in the end it was just me and Kalisa (not that I ever mind a visit with Kalisa).

Guin was filthy — so dusty you left a handprint on her if you touched her — and the ladies wanted to groom, so I suggested they bathe her. They thought that was fun, and Guin was much more impressive looking when she was clean. After we bathed her, I turned her out in the little arena, and they got to watch her canter around and buck and act foolish. Good news — she wasn’t limping at all.

The ladies brought tons of apples and carrots, and we walked around the pastures and visited all the horses. I was glad Kalisa was there, because she knows all the names and the stories behind many of the rescues.

It was a low-key visit, but the ladies seemed to have fun. I like it when people admire my horses, and I like Lynne a lot, so I also enjoyed the visit. After the ladies left, Kalisa and I rounded out the day with a two-hour lunch and gab-fest at the Hub. Nice day!

Rowan’s second hoof trim

Today was Rowan’s second hoof trim — her first by Christina, my regular barefoot trimmer. It was, as Christina said, a non-event. I don’t know if it’s a testament to clicker training or to her incredible base personality, but depsite the lack of training I’ve done with her, she’s gentle and calm and willing. I’m absolutely besotted with her.

Catching up on the critters

I can’t believe I haven’t made an entry since April. Shameful, I tell you.

I’m not sure where to start. If you’ve read my other post(s), you know we’re moving, and that when the idea first came up I considered selling my horses. I’ve finally accepted that I’m not going to ride them, and they are extremely expensive pasture ornaments. So I started thinking about who I’d sell them to…

  • Blue would probably go to Monica or Kyra.
  • Guin is adored at Eden Farms, and I wouldn’t have any trouble selling her there.
  • Leslie would probably know someone who would take Rowan, and if not, she shouldn’t be too hard to place.
  • And then Princess… Maybe Kalisa or Lesley would like her?

Good plans, but the more I thought about it, the more problems I found.

  • Princess is going to be a tough one to keep sound, and there aren’t many people who are going to be willing to put the money into her that will be necessary to keep her pain free if they can’t ride her. That ultimately puts her in danger of being resold and eventually slaughtered. That is not acceptable to me, so I’ll have to keep her.
  • Rowan is my baby. I truly believe she’d be an excellent dressage horse or hunter, but I’ve seen the training methods used in both those camps, and I just can’t see sending my baby off to that future. I really don’t want to sell her.
  • Guin. Ah, sweet Guin. Out of all of my horses, this is the only one I would ride if I rode — and we’re perfect for each other. It would cost a fortune to replace her. So if I sell her, I’m making the decision to give up riding forever. I’m just not ready to do that, so I can’t sell her.
  • That left Blue. As much as I love him, he’s very sensitive, and he needs a more advanced rider. I can sell him, right?

I invited Monica and Kalisa and Kyra to come out and check out the horses. I was still hoping at the time that Kalisa might like Princess. At the same time I was talking with Leslie in Olympia about coming up to give Rowan her first trim. When she heard that Monica would be checking out Blue, she wanted to come up and give her approval.

So the big day came, and everyone had a wonderful time. (More on Rowan’s trim in a minute.) Monica and Kyra, under Leslie’s tutelage, worked with and then rode Blue. Kalisa and her kids played with and rode Princess (who is a doll!). Everything was great! Except…

It has been a year since Leslie and Blue worked together. He has been with me everyday of that year, and yet it’s clear that he is not as bonded to me as he is to her. He adores her every bit as much as she adores him. He let Monica and Kyra work with and ride him, but he didn’t connect with them anymore than he does with me. He is a one person horse. I realized then that I can’t sell Blue, because he’s not mine to sell. He belongs to Leslie, and I’m just holding on to him until she has room for him.

So four horses, and I can’t sell any of them. We’re stuck with each other for the long haul.

Blue is just in a holding pattern right now. Leslie will get him someday, and I love on him a bit, but I don’t work with him. I could move him out to Eden Farms, and Monica and Kyra would be happy to ride him day in and day out, but I just don’t want to do that. He’s Leslie’s horse, and I don’t want to risk something happening to him.

Princess is also in a holding pattern. I’d love to have a light rider come out and ride her a bit a few times a week. Unfortunately, I don’t know anyone I’d trust to do that. (And I don’t have tack for her either.) So she’s just eating her head off in retirement.

That leaves Rowan and Guin….

I promised to tell you about Rowan’s first hoof trim. We spent the afternoon outside with the horses, and it was a rather chaotic scene… Monica on Blue in the arena, Kalisa and Kyra grooming and tacking up Princess next to the arena, Kalisa’s two younger daughters flitting from group to group or playing on the tire swing, and finally, Leslie and I with Rowan, right in the middle of the action — about to attempt Rowan’s first hoof trim. (And did I mention Leslie’s dog running around?)

If you recall, I got Rowan as an unhandled, wild-as-a-March-hare yearling in April 2006. I clicker trained her for a month, and then got lazy. Leslie popped over in June of last year and we halter broke her (Rowan, I mean — Leslie was already halter broken) and introduced her to picking up her front feet. We didn’t touch the back feet at the time, because Leslie wasn’t sure she was reliable enough around her back end.

In the year that followed, I’d love to say I worked with her and put a fabulous start on her, but… um, no. I picked up her front feet in maybe half a dozen sessions scattered throughout the year, and I did a couple of sessions where I attempted to teach her to tie, but that was it. She’s a big lap dog, but she’s as untrained as she was a year ago.

Rowan’s feet have been caring for themselves quite nicely, so I felt no rush to get her trimmed, but I finally decided it was time. I love Leslie, and she’s both a clicker trainer and a barefoot trimmer so I asked her up from Olympia to help me.

Leslie positioned me at the end of the lead rope, about three or four feet from Rowan. She didn’t want me close because she didn’t want to risk clicking for her feet when she might be mugging me. So each time Leslie clicked, I had to rush up, feed Rowan, and then retreat to the end of the rope out of reach.

(Let me also add that it just happened that Kyra was having a problem working with her own yearling’s back feet, so in addition to all the other chaos, she was coming over to ask questions and we were yelling back and forth to Monica.)

Leslie began by picking up each front foot, wiping off the mud, and cleaning it out — and, of course, clicking for it. Then she did the back feet the same way, showing Kyra how to safely approach her own yearling and how to handle the kicking issue. Rowan, who hadn’t ever had her back feet touched, was an absolute champ — didn’t kick, lifted the foot promptly, and let her hold it. Leslie had just done the fronts, so I figure Rowan just assumed we wanted the same with the backs.

Leslie picked up all four feet with no real problems and decided it was time to trim. She started with the front right foot. Rowan struggled a little at first. She wanted that foot back! She even went down into a bow twice. (Okay, that was the CUTEST thing ever, and I wanted desperately to click her, but that would have been a bad idea.) Leslie held onto the foot, and she got it trimmed, though she had to stop twice and let Rowan have a no-treat rest period. (Rule for Rowan: Treats happen only when she’s holding her foot up calmly.)

Then Leslie did the other front foot. She stopped once, I think, during that foot. Leslie was really impressed that Rowan was letting her stretch the foot forward and put it on the hoof stand — she said moving the foot forward sometimes startles horses who’ve never done it.

Then came the back feet. She did the first back foot in a single session — didn’t even need to let Rowan rest. Rowan, who hadn’t had her back feet touched before yesterday, didn’t even struggle. It took all of five minutes. Last foot was equally as good — so good, in fact, that Leslie used a rear foot stand to make her own job easier.

Leslie said she thought Rowan must have had a trim when she was younger, before I got her. I reminded her that she wasn’t halter broken when I got her. Leslie shook her head and said this had to go on record as the easiest first trim ever. Man, I wish I had it on video. It was sincerely EASY. After the first foot she stood there like a pro.

After Leslie trimmed her, we put her in the little arena and ran her around a bit to check her movement. I *did* video tape that and pop it up in a file on YouTube, if you want to see her. It’s nothing exciting — just a two year old filly trotting around. She’s a pretty thing though: 1/4 Percheron, 3/4 Thoroughbred, seal brown, about 14.3 hands, will likely mature small at 15.1 or 15.2.

(I couldn’t get the audio to mute, so please mute it unless you want to hear my guests yelling their goodbyes.)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oISr8JML4Hk

I had such fun with Leslie when she was here that I’ve been more motivated to work with Rowan. I’d really like to train her for classical dressage — think Spanish Riding School, not competition dressage — at least as much as I can without riding her. I’d like for her to learn to offer the various movements, and I’d like to be able to cue them from the ground without side reins, longe line, or other equipment.

I’ve been doing a lot of reading to figure out how to start her. One thing I’ve learned is that I need to be careful with her at this age. She doesn’t need to work on circles smaller than 20 meters yet. So thus far I’m concentrating on free leading. And since I’m working on free leading, I’m also going to work on stops and stays and coming when called and backing. Everything is everything (as Alex says)!

Unfortunately, I haven’t gotten to work with her since I started my new job. I’ve been working 16 hour days, and when I’m not working, I’m simply exhausted. Hopefully I’m past that now, and I can develop a schedule.

Leslie worked with Guin too. She’s a lovely mare, but she has a problem in her left front. We’ve had the vet out, but we don’t know anything definitive yet. We’re seeing if MSM, flax, and a low dose of bute once a day will manage the problem. If so, we probably won’t pursue it further. If not, the next step is nerve blocks and x-rays.

Guin doesn’t love arena work — of course the circles exacerbate her lameness, so who can blame her? — but she adores the trails. I haven’t ridden her out, but Wendy did, and she did great. She’s not at all spooky.

Leslie made me ride Guin bareback! She says that riding bareback is best for insecure riders because they have nothing to brace on. Of course, all we did was walk and turn and stop, but I got progressively more comfortable. I was going to do more riding on my own, but then she went lame, and I started the new job.

Oh — most hysterical thing I’ve ever seen. Jay and I went to the barn a couple of weeks ago to see how Guin was doing. We got there just as she was released into a paddock. TO m surprise, she “spooked” and cantered away from the guy who released her like she was feeling her oats — and then she turned and jumped a four foot fence! I’ve never laughed so hard in my life. Damn — that bute must be a heck of a pain killer. Too cute she was.

Finally, dogs. (Yes, dogs. It’s not actually all horses, all the time at the Alexander menagerie, though it probably seems it here.) Aslan and Pax are doing splendidly. We were thinking our next dog would be a Newfie, but Pax’s breeder is doing a breeding with a pedigree I’m very, very interested in. The dogs being bred are Torre and Hunter. Pax’s father, Jet, is Torre’s grandfather. And Pax’s mother, Gabby is Hunter’s mother. It’s by no means a repeat of Pax’s breeding, but it’s certainly all the “right” genes.

Anyway, Torre went into heat on June 29. If all goes well, puppies would be on the ground in mid-September. If there’s one in the litter for me, it would be ready to go home around Thanksgiving. Woo hoo!!

Poor Rowan

Rowan has been demoted, temporarily at least. I noticed on Saturday that she seemed very subdued — subdued enough that I was worried about her. She was eating and drinking normally though, so I decided she was all right. By this morning it was clear that she and Blue are on the outs. I watched Princess chase her away from a pile of hay twice! I had to put some hay out in the rain just so Rowan could eat. Considering how beastly Rowan is to the others when she’s sharing Blue’s status, I can’t say I feel terribly sorry for her.

Guin is doing great in her new home. Friday was deliciously sunny and hot, so I spent much of the late afternoon/evening there. Kalisa and I brought Guin up, and both Kyra and Monica rode her some in the small indoor arena. Monica said she has a lot of try, and is simply a green mare. I told her she’s easier to ride out on trails. Part of me doesn’t want to ride at all, but part of me would like to take her on a trail ride. We’ll see.

She has adjusted to being in a stall overnight. Monica did sooo well acclimating her to the stall. She brought her in just for meals initially. At first she left the door open. Then she closed the door and let her stick her head out at will. Guin never got a chance to get upset.

Jay and I stopped by last night after the horses were up in the barn. She was eating her dinner, but stopped long enough to stick her head out and visit with us. She’s aloof, and I’m hoping that being in this barn with its penchant for spoiling horses will help her learn to like people more.

What a great barn!

Oh my gosh. I LOVE Eden Farms. I absolutely can’t rave enough.

Joe and Monica picked up Guin yesterday afternoon. Adorable girl that she is, she just walked right onto the trailer. She pawed a little but quit once we got moving. When we got to the farm, she unloaded just as easily. She looked around, interested, but wasn’t hyper at all. This place has REALLY good energy. We took her down to her pasture and let her loose for a while. She trotted around and rolled like she hadn’t been out in a while. Too funny, since she’s a pasture pet!

After I toured the facility, Kyra and I brought her up and put her in their small indoor arena. (They have two — a big one and a small one.) She was a little more tense about that, since it was enclosed, but she was very responsive when Kyra longed her (sans longe line).

I went out this afternoon, and brought her up to groom her. (I managed to let a horse out of the pasture when I did it. Oy. Fortunately he didn’t go far. Still. Oy. I felt like SUCH a doofus.) Guin and I finally got up to the barn… and I got swarmed by people who wanted to help me. It was overwhelmingly wonderful. Guin’s tail was twisted into dreadlocks, and Wendy (who’s a hair stylist by trade) took over that operation. By the end of the afternoon, Guin’s tail had been shampooed, conditioned, combed out, and braided. Wow!!

I am just so impressed with the genrous, friendly nature of EVERYONE at this barn. It’s so much fun. When I left, I wished I could get rich, quit my job, move all my horses there, and spend all of my days hangning out there.

Kyra got a new horse — a gorgeous thoroughbred filly. She’s probably not a yearling yet. Her head and neck are refined and feminine, and her conformation looks lovely. She’s unhandled, which is actually fabulous, because she won’t have any baggage to overcome. It’ll be a great project for Kyra.

Weekend update

Our beautiful weather vanished on us. It rained — and it snowed. I tried to tell myself that it was just an April Fool’s joke. I want my warm weather back!

Saturday morning, we hit the feed store bright and early and got a bunch of stuff for the electric fence. It took a fair amount of the day, but we managed to repair the fence and get it hot, all strands, all pastures. I had much too much fun on Sunday morning watching Rowan go into the pasture and test the wire. She was quite confounded that it bit back this time!

Sunday morning was devoted to getting the hay barn ready for a new shipment of hay. The big snow at the beginning of March brought the tarp down, so Jay put up a new one. We also cleaned out the pallets and rearranged them, so the best ones for walking on were on the walking paths.

We finished about 1:15, and then went in to eat. I had just put my lunch in the mocrowave when I realized I was supposed to meet Tanja at NSAE at 2:00. Eep! I changed clothes, woofed down my lunch, and hit the road. Tanja was very sad when I got there. She is leasing her horse, and she had just learned the horse’s owner is planning to sell him. She is brokenhearted, but because she and her husband are saving for a downpayment for a house, she doesn’t think they can afford to buy him. That was a downer.

It was terribly cold, but I picked up some videos I’d ordered from them, and then stayed to watch Craig teach a lesson. I wish I could hang out at his barn and tape record every lesson he gives, so I could take notes and reread them when I start taking lessons and have a practical understanding of what he’s talking about. I really would love to put Rowan in training with him, but unless I sell my screenplay, that isn’t going to happen.

Today, the horses got their annual vaccinations. This was Rowan’s first time, and I thought it might be traumatic for her, but she was just a little surprised. Dr. Pickering said she did really well. Princess managed to reinjure the shoulder she injured last summer. At least she had good timing, so the vet was able to clean it up and check it out while he was here. Nothing serious.

Guin is going to be delivered to her new barn this afternoon. I put a rain sheet on her, and I groomed her a little. I got the terrible knot out of her mane and combed out all the tangles. That girl is anything but hair-challenged. I’m going to follow the guy over to the new barn and get her settled in. I expect Kyra will want to ride her today, but since she got vaccs this morning and is getting a new home this afternoon, I think we ought to let her settle in a bit first. She has some rain rot on her back as well, and although it’s pretty much dried up now, we ought to get it cleared up before we saddle her.

Speaking of saddling, I was hoping to get the barn cleaned out yesterday, so I could pull together everything that I need to take to Guin’s new barn. Didn’t happen. I’ll probably go out in a little while and dig in. It’s a nightmare in there. I’ll need to turn the horses into the pasture while I play in the barn. I don’t want Guin back there, though, so I’ll turn her out in front. I miss her already!

Adventure for Guinevere

My friend Kalisa keeps her horses at a really terrific barn. Well, supposedly it’s terrific. Kalisa raves non-stop about it, and although I haven’t been there, I trust her opinion. I have chatted on the phone with the barn manager, and she’s awesome — and very interested in clicker training to boot.

Well, I found out that the board rate at this barn is extremely reasonable, and they have two openings in April. So I’ve decided to move Guin there next week. Moving her will be, I hope, a win-win for everyone. I’m not afraid to ride her, and Kalisa (and her daughter Kyra and the trainer, Monica) will be there for me to go trail riding with on a regular basis. And this will give Kyra a green horse to play with as she develops her training skills.

Man, I wish I had an extra grand a month. I’d put the whole crew there! It will be wonderful to have facilities like an indoor arena and trails again.

I’m really looking forward to this. I need to order hay tomorrow that, hopefully, will be delivered before she arrives. Monica is arranging for the barn owner to transport Guin early in the week, after Guin and the other horses get their annual vaccinations. I need to go out and dig out my tack and clean it, and scrounge up grooming supplies to take with me. I’d love to give her a bath before she goes over, but I don’t think that’s going to happen. At least I can use a shedding blade on her and try to get rid of some of that hair! I wish I had a working set of clippers, but mine died. Ugh.

Tomorrow Jay and I are tackling the fence. We’re going to hit the fence store when it opens tomorrow morning, and we’re not quitting until that fence keeps Rowan where she’s supposed to be!!! (Famous last words. Sigh. Really, she has turned into a nightmare.)