Whither?

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So where to now?

Milton
I have had more than one person ask, Is he rideable? That is the plan. But then, that was the plan four years ago, so I can understand their hesitation.

Milton has enough style to do hunters at a local level and enough movement to get nice scores in the dressage phase of eventing. He doesn’t have hunter or dressage as a full-time career choice, but then neither do I. How high he can go in jumpers will depend on how he feels about jumps and speed and turn-and-burn. Even low-level jumpers courses are good practice for stadium. Because…

Everything about this horse screams “suitable for eventing”. We shall see how he feels about banks and ditches and water. I’m predicting he will either love it or at least tolerate it enough to be happy at Novice & Training & and maybe one Prelim as a bucket-list item.

And wouldn’t that be lovely.

Milton doesn’t have Rodney’s gobsmacking good looks, but – cross fingers – he will make up for it with a level head. Yes, Rodney really is that gorgeous. If I’m going to hit my head against a wall, it might as well be a wall made out of gold bricks. However, if my goal is to compete, better a 7 mover in the ring than a 9 in the pasture.

Above, Milton models the second Milton-specific purchase, his new bridle. The first was a white bucket wherein to carry his meals to the barn. Rodney’s is green. Mathilda’s was blue and is buried with her. The bit is Previous Horse’s old dressage bit. Dunno what Milton will ultimately be comfortable with, but this one is big and soft and a good place to start.

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Looks like the browband will be a problematic fit. Oh well, Milton is likely to get the hand-made, custom bridle that I canceled for Rodney.

Rodney
Rodney will continue on his quest to wherever he is going. Nothing says I can’t take two horses to the AEC. It has been suggested that Rodney might even benefit from not being the center of all my emotional energy.

Saddle Seat
Staying with, kinda. I will finish out this show season, with possibly another shot at National Academy. After that, I will show enough next year to complete an ASHA awards program. The points have to be earned three years in a row. If I stopped now, I’d have to start all over again. After that, adieu equitation.

However, I will continue with weekly lessons at Stepping Stone, with more of an emphasis on performance. The specifics are different, but learning to concentrate with an ASB will help me to concentrate with the TBs.

Plus, it will still be good for me to get out of the house among the three-dimensional people.

Blog
Well, I needed content [Idea Request Accompanied by Barrel-Scraping Noises]. Now I have 16.1 hands of content. OTOH, I may get so caught up in playing with the new content that the blog wanders off. That wouldn’t be the worst thing.

We shall see.
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Outakes

I'm wearing a bridle. BFD.
I’m wearing a bridle. BFD.
Are we done yet?
Are we done yet?

Festina Lente

How are we doing?

Milton
New Horse is a star. He is adapting faster than Rodney and I are.

He was hot and exhausted Saturday evening after the trip, but then, so was I. The next day, he looked around. Grass? Check. Water? Check. Hay? Check. Feed? Check. Room to roam? Check. People to scratch my itches? Check. Okay, I’m good.

He’s Joe Cool. He will spook at something new or unexpected, he’s only six, but he lacks the ‘Sky is FALLING! I’m going to DIE!’ response that Rodney and I share. Milton is more likely to say, ‘What the HELL was that? Oh, an acorn. Moving on.’

Front shoes on Tuesday. Blacksmith approved of his feet and his attitude.

Rodney
We’ve decided that Rodney is not dumb. He just has so many voices in his head that it takes a while for a new idea to make itself heard. Therefore, we have been keeping new and old separate for far longer than we have on previous occasions. Milton gets the pasture during the day and the stall at night; Rodney, vice versa. This gives them the chance to sniff noses through the bars. We have arranged the fans so that they are near each other while still separated by the stall wall.

For supervised greeting sessions, I open the top half of the stall door. Early on, Milton came over and offered a friendly neck nibble. Rodney screamed, pinned his ears, and tried to bite. Milton thought, ‘Enough of that’ and wandered off. Whereupon Rodney stuck his head out to say, ‘Come back, I want to be friends.’ I think he has social development issues. For now, they ignore the open space and bite at each other through the mesh.

Katherine
I’m stunned.

In the last few posts, I went over all the steps it took to get Milton here. Be that as it may, I still can’t figure out how – cosmically speaking – such a nice horse ended up in my backyard.

Haven’t ridden yet. Giving both of us – i.e. me – time to adjust. Bought Milton a bridle of his own yesterday. Will sort through bits and saddles today. Might sit upon this weekend, depending on how the introductions are going. To be clear, Milton would be fine with going back to work. I’m still trying to shift gears from horse owner/petter to horse owner/rider.

Plus, we still need to decide on suitable riding times. Oversight requirements will be different for a young greenie than for a 25-year-old retiree.

I’ve groomed. We’ve gone for a hand walk. I’ve sat there while he investigated the book I was reading. Mostly, I’ve been spending my time hanging out in the barn, giving us all the chance to breath the same oxygen.

Logistics: Costs

So how does one arrange for an international horse purchase? By spewing money and numbers and bills in every direction.

Horse: Paypal backed by a credit card.

If I’m going to order a horse online, might as well pay online.

This turned out to be the hardest part. When we bought Rodney, we used a wire transfer, which went through nigh on immediately. This is no longer the case. Banking rules changed last fall. Banksters were slow to catch up. For two days, they promised immediate action. Suddenly, on Monday afternoon, after fluffing the transfer several times, they told us that a wire transfer takes 3-7 days. WTF? In caps!

In hindsight, we could have paid days earlier. However, one of my conditions of sale was no enormous shipping fees nor hideous quarantine requirements. Not really a concern, but I did not know that at the time.

PayPal? Either an extremely ridiculous or an extremely post-modern way to buy a horse. Unfortunately, PayPal didn’t like smell of the Sprucehaven account. Seller Linda Plank hadn’t used the account in a while and needed to reverify. PayPal got obstreperous about the process. Ironically, if she’d had no account, we could have done it immediately.

Plus, if you back your account with a credit card, PayPal charges a fee. If you give PayPal access to your bank account, there is no fee. I don’t like people having access to my account. The cost of being paranoid.

We ended up sending the money to my horse advisor, writer & blogger Karen Briggs (may her hollandaise never separate). This got the money into Canada, to be settled between them. We had to pay the large fee and suffer a crappy exchange rate. However, this was Monday at 11:45 pm, less than 8 hours from Milton’s non-refundable scheduled departure.

Then the next morning, Linda’s Paypal account was happy and open for business. Plus, the wire transfer money turned up at Linda’s bank. Oy.

Vetting, Paperwork, & New Shipping Boots: included with above.

Linda kindly arranged and paid for these, meaning we could pay her a lump sum instead of racking up international fees for each transaction.

Ontario to KY: Credit card.

Despite being a Canadian company, the quote was in US dollars. At a decent exchange rate, no less.

Layover: On account. Cash

Originally, the layover fee was to have been added to the second shipper’s fee, who I would then pay. This is a handy convenience. However, come the day, I forked over the cash in person.

KY to AL: Cash

Paid in person.

10Q

Acknowledgements
Enormous thank yous to everyone involved, for going above and beyond, for sending good vibes, for coming up with solutions, for listening to me fuss. Major thanks to the household’s hardworking breadwinner for all of the preceding, for keeping us afloat, and for thinking that horses are a good idea.

Tomorrow: Milton and Me.

Logistics: Shipping

Saturday
Saturday

It took us three tries to get Milton from Canada to Alabama. There were just too many variables. These shippers could get him out of Canada. Those – much fewer – shippers could bring him into Alabama. He could be dropped at a farm for the switchover. Okay, what farm? Where? What state? What day? We couldn’t confirm this leg until we had that leg. We couldn’t confirm that leg until we had this leg.

Attempt One: The bus is full.
Milton almost came down a week earlier. KY to AL was booked. When I went to pay for the CAN to KY leg, I found that the earlier conversation with the shipper had been taken as an inquiry rather than as a reservation. No room. The second CAN to KY didn’t get back to us with a quote in time and the bus left without. We canceled KY to AL. They were not coming back to AL in the near future. Cue flailing and fretting.

Attempt Two: The bus gets lost.
My saddle seat instructor, Courtney Huguley of Stepping Stone Farm, was at the World’s Championship Horse Show in Louisville KY. Woo Hoo! If we could get him to Lexington, she would pick him up on the way home. If needed. Worst case, Milton would have to wait four days until the ASB bus left on Saturday. I would go up to Lexington early in the week, check on the horse, watch the show in Louisville, and generally fart around one of my favorite places in the world. Oh, twist my arm.

That gave us a fixed point. A shipper recommended Newtown Square Layover. It looked nice in the photos. More importantly, every shipper we spoke to knew of Newtown Square and Dr. Barbara Poole. This gave me confidence. We reserved a stall.

International Horse Transport was engaged to bring Milton to Lexington on Tuesday 8/19. [Teaser 2]

I called 15 different companies, from huge names to A Dude With A Trailer. I finally found a shipper-who-shall-remain-nameless who didn’t feel that entering Alabama equated to falling off the edge of the world. They would pick Milton up Wednesday morning and bring him down. [Teaser 3] Easier on Milton and way cheaper than me in Kentucky.

IHT delivered Milton to Newtown Square in deluxe fashion. Border papers turned out to be a non-issue. The seller, Linda Plank of Sprucehaven Farm in Ontario, jumped through the appropriate Canadian hoops and IHT handled the rest.

By Tuesday night, my horse (!) was in the country and safely tucked into a stall.

On Tuesday, the second shipper had sent a message warning they were running late. A lot of confusing noise about the states they needed to get to first and where they might or might not stop. I started to wonder.

Wednesday morning …

Wednesday midday …

Wednesday early evening. I heard from shippers. They were an hour away from Newtown Square. They would pick up Milton, ship to Knoxville, layover, drop off, pick up, pick up, drop off, maybe layover again, maybe not.

Three hours on day 1. Thirteen hours on day 2. Ping-ponging around the state of Tennessee on one of the hottest days of the year. Unspecified number of hours on day 3. Two layovers at places unknown.

Bzzzzt. Wrong answer.

Attempt Three: Success
Newtown Square graciously found room in the inn. The ASB bus was still available. We had a plan. Since the transport was as much a favor as much as a job, I drove up to Lexington on Thursday. I was around to help load and ship on Saturday. It was the sporting thing to do.

Plus, I had a chance to see Rachel Wamble on the green shavings with High In The Sky and It’s Alabama. Yeah Boy! The only part of Lexington I saw was the quarter mile between the hotel & the layover. Plus a late-night, past-my-bedtime trip to Joseph-Beth. I have my priorities.

Tomorrow: Buying Milton

Mail-Order Horse

To me, the most interesting part about Milton is that I BOUGHT A HORSE [Meet Milton]. From a narrative point of view, the most interesting part is that I had never seen him. Nope, didn’t go look at. Nope, didn’t ride. Wasn’t even in the same country when I bought him.

WTF?

For the last two years, writer, blogger, & author Karen Briggs (may her animals be always sleek & shiny) has been operating as my Horse Hunt Fairy Godmother, “Someone I trust to help me sort through the online ads & videos. And whack me over the head with her magic wand should I become overly whiny and obstreperous.” [Progress #1]

She’d find horses and send me links. I’d find horses and ask for her opinion. She kept saying, Come to Canada. We have nice horses. Come to Canada. The prices are not insane.

Finally, Karen (may all her jumping rounds be fault-free) told me she found a horse owned by a friend of hers, Linda Plank of Sprucehaven Farm in southwest Ontario. Since Karen (may writing assignments shower down on her) is an award-winning freelance writer, her emails are always amusing and eloquent. This one radiated an undertone of, You want nice horse? I found you nice horse. Now shit or get off the pot.

So I did.

Of course there was more to it than that. Photos. Videos. Karen (may her horses stay sound the day before big competitions) drove three hours one-way to Sprucehaven to sit on Milton [Teaser 1]. Red flags failed to appear. I pondered. I waffled.

I have notebook pages of pro and con. The cons you can imagine. As for pros, among others, going to try the horse would cost a significant fraction of the purchase. She was right about the prices. Then, I tried Rodney three times, including in a dressage clinic. Look what good that did me. Plus, we weren’t finding quality horses. Trainers would shut me down over the phone. If I didn’t do this, I didn’t see a useful way forward. Basically, nothing I was doing was working.

Maybe I just wanted to be the sort of person who makes the dramatic gesture. For once in my life.

Tomorrow: Shipping Milton
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Gratuitous Balloon Photo from a reader in upstate New York.
“Much ballooning around here, especially in the fall. We saw three others from a distance but this one was right along the road.”

balloon

Meet Milton

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Milton is a 6 year old, 16.1 hand, gray, OTTB gelding from Canada. He arrived Saturday, 8/23. Prospective show name: Canadian Cold Front.

Milton raced briefly, if unspectacularly. He has been off the track long enough to gain a civilized walk, trot, canter, and a start over low jumps. He was exactly what I was looking for: a nice Thoroughbred under 10 years old, under 10K.

That’s not the interesting bit.

Tomorrow: Finding Milton.

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