Virtual Brush Box

Showtime

No saddleseat lesson this week but I still learned something. The truck did not start. Since it had been plugged in overnight, this indicates a deeper problem than a simple lack of charge. When I called Stepping Stone Farm to cancel, the trainer said she might not be available next Friday. Students were still decidingContinue reading “Showtime”

Guest Post: Deborah Rubin – Life is a Puzzle

Deborah & I boarded at the same barn years ago when the world was young. Since I am all for text that I don’t have to write, I asked her for a guest post. She talks about her life with horses and as a puzzle book writer. Welcome Deborah: Hi, my name is DebandToby andContinue reading “Guest Post: Deborah Rubin – Life is a Puzzle”

Foto Friday: Fall

Jump Crew

Well, this has been a happy little corner of the universe lately. I’ll aim for more cheerful today. After lunging, Hubby jumps Rodney over a few cavaletti, partly for training but mostly because it’s fun to watch him jump. Although I haven’t done courses, Rodney seems about average in knowing that the jumps have beenContinue reading “Jump Crew”

The Rest of the Story

The details of our colic episode [Long Night]. Round 1 At evening meds, Rodney is covered with mud and refuses his carrot. One advantage to Hubby being a carrot pusher, we have immediate notification when one of the horses is feeling poorly. Rolling + lack of interest in food = possible colic. So I listenContinue reading “The Rest of the Story”

Long Night

Colic scare. Lots of walking. Lots of checking. Little sleep. Why do these things always happen at night? Rodney’s fine. Going back to bed. See ya tm. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Gratuitous Kitten Pic To enter this house is to become content. Your raygun eyes will not save you.

And Yet More Existential Blathering

As you might have suspected, I told the story of my first reverse epiphany for a reason. A week ago, I had another of my Rodney-inspired tailspins. Hubby was lunging & Rodney was being a dork. His behavior might even have been considered progress. The dorkiness was more from TB enthusiasm than tension. In spiteContinue reading “And Yet More Existential Blathering”