Travels With Rodney, New Arena

Training Journal

If you’re riding a horse, you’ve already won.

 

 
Rodney checked out a new work space over the weekend, D&D Arena. That makes six, including home. The other four are Stepping Stone Farm, Falcon Hill Farm, Full Circle Horse Park, & Inanda Stables. While facilities in the backyard would be convenient, this forces us to get out and about.

At D&D we had the arena to ourselves, so we turned him out for half an hour to explore at his own pace. He stood. He looked. He walked. He looked. At one point the cows next door mooed. Ears to full alert [Cow TV]. Fortunately, the doors on that side were closed and the cows stayed quiet after that one statement.

I think Rodney got a lot out of being at liberty in the arena. Even walking him on the loosest of leadropes would have brought my influence into the mix. He needs to build up trust in his own decisions, both for himself and as an amateur’s horse [Fifth Leg Training].

For riding, we walked a bunch and did some light trotting. Flying colors.
 

 
While D&D offers boarding, their main revenue stream appears to be arena rental. For more information.

D&D Arena
7330 Highway 62
Vincent AL, USA
35178
Angelina Deramus
970/306-1097

Note I. Photo from their Facebook page.

Note II. For GPS we had to use County Road 62. Otherwise, it tried as hard as it could to send us to Arizona. Frustrating.
 

 
Does anyone else think of something completely different when we discuss a D&D arena?

Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott

Rodney’s Diet Secret, Cow TV

Horsekeeping

Lucky enough to have a horse.

 

 
This is why Rodney has lost weight that his senior self cannot spare. He spends ALL DAY in this corner staring at cows. He hates to miss a moment in the ongoing cow soap opera. What is the brown cow doing now? Will the black cow continue to eat from the hay roll? Stay tuned!

All of that is time he does not spend grazing. We give him as much hard feed as we dare at mealtimes. I put him up in the afternoon for a teatime hay snack. We are s-l-o-w-l-y packing the pounds back on.

Judging by his waistline, Milton seems to have a healthier relationship with the cow entertainment. He is able to balance his viewing habits with appropriate self-care.

Days of Our Cows

As the Cow Turns

General Cow-spital

Cows of Our Lives

Previous Cow TV
[The Endless Fascination Of Cow Radio]
[WCOW]

Previous Cow Interference
“Rodney isn’t focusing at home because he is fascinated by the cows next door.”
[Rodney’s Holiday Rides]

“The third side (of the warm-up ring) was a cow field.”
[The Canadian Horse & The Red Queen Take Second]

“Then, the cows next door stampeded.”
[Milton Gets Hitched]

Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott

Let It Go, January Contest Entries

Random Words

Writing & Writing About Writing

 

 
Contest Past
#GWstorieseverywhere – Let It Go
Entry 1

My morning ritual. No more chasing. I am awake. No more yelling. I am real. No more packing. I am safe. Let it go. #GWstorieseverywhere

Entry 2

Tree farm motto, let it grow.
Meteorology motto, let it blow & snow
Plumbing motto, let it flow
Lightbulb factory motto, let it glow.
#GWstorieseverywhere

Entry 3

We have outsourced our computer department. We let IT go. #GWstorieseverywhere

Process Notes
Didja notice the like on the IT department tweet? That was nice.

External validation, moi? [What Does Success Mean To You]

Anyway.

Although I used the full word count in the first two, I failed to do so in the third entry. Only 11 words. I left 14 on the table. More than enough to develop a storyline that ended with the same punchline. I couldn’t see it. The end of month approached, so I went with what I had. #failureofimagination

Procedure
“Each month we invite you to post a story on Twitter.” #GWSE
Winner, January
Gotham Writers

Contest Present
Submitted my entry to NYC Midnight Short Story Challenge. Waiting to hear if I pass to the next round. Since they take 5 of 30, I am doubtful. My story had cute bits, but failed in many important aspects. It read more like a collection of Saturday fragments than an actual story with plot and characters and whatnot.

Whatever happens to my entry, proud of self for submitting. Even if I get bounced after round one, I crossed the finish line, I trotted into line-up, I halted at X.

I will post it once I am out or the contest is over.

Contest Future
The state you’re in
#GWSE, February
Requirements: 25 words, posted on Twitter, end of the month, free
Gotham Writers

Mistakes Were Made
“The year 2020 reminds us of the phrase: Hindsight is 20/20. So we invite you to look back on your life and tell us about something that, in hindsight, you would have done differently.” Mistakes Were Made
Requirements: 20 words, March 1, 2020, free
Gotham Writers

Previous Post
[Overstayed Welcome, December Contest Entries]

Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott

Poop, Glorious Poop

Horsekeeping

Lucky enough to have a horse.

 

💩

One night last week, Rodney had a short bout of feeling punk. It presented as a low fever and a leisurely approach to dinner.

Since lack of interest in food was involved, we immediately hit the colic panic button. Confirmation call to the vet. Shot of Banamine. Heave him into a bare stall with buckets of water.

He felt better immediately. If placebos worked on horses, they would work on Rodney. I swear he started to feel better as soon as he realized we were taking action.

Unfortunately for him, once you get the colic protocol rolling, you have to see it through to the end. So he had a long night in an empty stall with no food. As soon as he produced a pile, he got a small snack.

He’s fine. Either the world’s mildest colic (yay!) or a small bug.

The only upshot is a training one. This was last Wednesday evening. On Tuesday, the day before, we had a brilliant ride. He was quiet, calm, and relaxed. We walked, trotted, and even cantered on the buckle! At least, I hope it was a brilliant ride, not him coming down with something. It didn’t feel that way. Time will tell.

For your amusement, The Oral History Of The Poop Emoji (Or, How Google Brought Poop To America).

Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott

Gotta Hand It To Myself, That Was Stupid

For The Record

Because I’m going to want to remember when this happened.

 

 
On the black diamond ski run …

There was this runaway baby carriage …

Looks down. Mumbles.

I tripped over a curb.

The curb was not flush with the ground on the high side. I failed to clear the slight rise. Since I was coming out of dance class, my legs may have responded more slowly than usual. Stubbed my toe. Tipped over. Had enough time to realize I was falling. Flung my hands out to brace myself, as one does.

Judging by the bumps and bangs, I stopped all forward momentum with that toe. Ouch. Achieved a five-point landing on heels of the hands, knees, and one elbow. A symphony of ouch.

I’m fine. Spent the weekend recovering from the adrenaline surge.

Have you noticed that instantaneous falls are far less fearsome than the ones in which you have time to ponder the fact that you are about to go thump?

Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott