Straight from the Horse’s Mouth

I’m back! It’s been many months, long winter months, since I last posted on the dog blog but they’ve finally given me a chance to have another go. They’re such proprietary little guys, something about people signing up for a dog blog not a horse blog, what if they don’t want to hear from a horse, blah, blah, blah. Who doesn’t want to hear from a horse? Go ahead, raise your hands. Just what I thought. Everyone loves horses. Case closed.

So, back to that long winter. OMG! What was that? The longest, coldest, snowiest winter in forever is what I say, although, according to the meteorologist types, only the amount of snow was one for the record books. And my, was there snow. My three herd-mates and I hardly left the paddock after December. It was just too much work and for what? Not like we were going to dig through that mess and find anything to eat.

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Me the day the snowbirds arrived home. Does my expression say, “Where the hell have you been? Do you have any idea what’s been happening here?”

 

And where were Chico and Logan and our caretaking humans for this epic winter? I know you know. In Arizona! The land of no four-foot snow drifts, no freakishly cold wind chills, no need for winter blankets, and no me! But, seriously, just like I told you last fall, I’m not much of a traveller, so I wouldn’t want to be hauled all the way down there. I’d just feel better if the peeps and pooches were here to suffer through the winter with us. Selfish? Perhaps. But then I’m a horse and we’re kind of all about what’s most comfortable, safest, easiest, and generally best for us.

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Getting my funky (or is that fungi) hooves doctored after a long winter of wet feet.

 

Winter is finally over here in southern Alberta, and the green grass is starting to grow. Spring is a miraculous time for a Canadian horse. Not only do we have fresh food after months of eating desiccated grass, but there are no bugs! It’s like two or three weeks of bliss when it’s warm enough during the day to grow grass but still cold enough at night to keep the bugs from coming out or hatching or whatever it is they do before they set to harassing horses.

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Those first bites of green grass are like the best kind of candy.

 

If I had to choose between the cold, snowy season and bug season I think I’d have to go with cold and snow. Just imagine yourself standing in a field full of flies and mosquitoes covered in a scent they find very appealing with your hands tied behind your back. Your only defences are to run, stomp, roll on the ground, or shake your head. Welcome to summer in the life of a horse. The only other defence we horses have over humans are tails, but I’d take human hands any day of the week. We can swish the little tormenters off, but you can kill them or apply bug spray.

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Blissful spring day.

 

Spring is also the time when I have to get back to work after a winter off and it gets tougher every year. I thought I’d kept in reasonable shape over the winter but this year I’m sixteen and it does seem to make a difference. The consolation is that I think T’s hurting too. I can tell by the way she walks when she gets off. Snicker.

Well, I should wrap this up. The boss hounds said to keep it under six hundred words or they’ll edit me and I don’t want them to cut out my best stuff. I still didn’t get to telling you about my accountant tendencies so I guess that’ll have to wait until next time. Until then … here’s mud in your eye! (More about that horse racing inspired toast when I return.) Oh, oh. Six hundred and eleven, twelve, thirteen. Gotta go.

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On the Topic of Snow …

In response to last week’s “I Love Snow” post by Chico, and on the heels of an embarrassing face plant into a snow bank this April morning, I have only this …

 

Made It!

It’s possible I was overly optimistic about the 3-day, desert-to-farm journey and my ability to “crush it” like I did the 3-day, farm-to-desert journey in December. In my defence, if you apply the 7-to-1, dog-to-human age ratio to the three months between the trip down and the trip home, I was almost two years older by the time we started north. The trip wasn’t terrible, it just might not go down as “crushing it” in the trip log.

On our other four winter trips, we haven’t returned until at least the 31st of March, and one year it wasn’t until the 3rd of May. So maybe I just wasn’t ready, you know, mentally prepared. I thought I had another three weeks to psyche myself up for three days of truck time. But, I made it in one piece with only one … what should I call it? … unfortunate incident. I’ll just leave it at that.

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Home at last.

 

The first night home, I was exhausted and slept like the dead but the next two were very restless. The house seemed so big and dark. I missed our cozy trailer and my low-rider couch that’s easy to climb up on. The furnace in the house makes a different noise than the one in Sid. Everything just seemed strange and spooky. I’ve settled in some now, but I’m still having trouble sleeping at night. Mind you, that was happening on the road some nights too. Funny thing is, the day after one of these restless episodes, I sleep like a puppy all day long. Although, Teresa isn’t really seeing the funny in it.

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Morning after the night before.

 

Here at home, there’s snow everywhere, lots of it, and as Chico mentioned in his last blog post, it’s not the nice been-melted-and-refrozen-on-top crusty kind I can walk on. I’ve been stuck more than once so I mostly tend to stay on the road and driveway. I actually got stuck head first in the yard when I tried to get to one of my caragana dens. Teresa had to put her boots on and come pull me out. I used to love the snow, but that was before it became my enemy.

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Um … why can I only see the tops of the fence posts?

 

It’s been chilly for March but that I don’t mind so much. There’s no such thing as bad weather, just inappropriate clothing, and I have acquired a few different jackets for various temps and conditions. No smoking jacket yet but I’m working on it. I was thinking silk might be nice. I prefer the natural fibres.

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The latest addition to my wardrobe, a nice little two-in-one number.

 

Well, it should be time for our morning walk soon. Teresa usually waits until the frostiest part of the morning has passed before we head out for our first jaunt of the day. After that, I think I’ll take a nap. I didn’t sleep so great last night.