Last week was the longest, shortest week ever. Between the multiple layovers and the never-ending rain and mud (hello, messy stalls!), I had little time to blog! But, here we are on another Tuesday and I’m happy to say it’s sunshiney and dry, and many of my boarders will be leaving for summer break! Yippee!
- I have a strict rule about not allowing studs at Rocking E. I don’t have anything against them, I just feel that for the safety of my boarders and their horses they don’t have a home here. But last week, I got a phone call from a woman asking if she could stop for the night with her GYPSY VANNER STALLION, I changed my mind. Zero hesitation. I said, “Girl, Imma have to break my own rule because I HAVE to meet your horse!” Seeing a Gypsy Vanner just doesn’t always happen in Okie Land. We are AQHA people to the core. Yes, I board a few TBs and warmbloods, and every once in a while an Arabian, but never-NEVER-a Gypsy Vanner. I rolled out the red carpet for that stud muffin, too. Gracie and I ooohed and ahhhed over the big guy after her dance class. Strider was not only handsome, but well-behaved. His owner said he’s actually a Grand Vanner, and he’s the tallest Gypsy Grand Vanner stallion in the United States! Pretty special guy, I’d say! His owner was equally sweet! They’re welcome at Rocking E anytime.
- Some of you may have read my predicament with Barbie in a previous post. I ended up calling my old boyfriend and having a short conversation about her injury and current lameness. He said she cut the back of her foot (I’m guessing he meant her heel bub) on a rock at water crossing. He took her to three different vets, but she never seemed to “heal on the inside.” I had a hard time understanding exactly what he meant, and I was left scratching my head as to why a “cut” could end with life-long lameness. UNLESS. And that was a big unless for me, she damaged the joint, or tendons, who knows what else! He never had radiographs done, so we really don’t know what’s going on in that foot. *sigh* I also asked for pictures of her and her foot, and I never received those. So, with much thought and prayer, I felt it would be foolish to pay for an unsound horse for sentimental reasons, only to throw money at her to keep her comfortable and sound until she dies. I already do that with Rusty. Hey, Adequan, how YOU doin’? I feel peaceful about my decision. I know where she is and how’s she’s doing, and that’s worth a lot to me. I appreciated him reaching out about my Barbie.