Horse Dreams


A few nights ago, I dreamt I was fence judging. Unfortunately, the jumps were in a series of intersecting corridors so there was nowhere to stand that wasn’t in the line of another jump. Begin psychological evaluation.

The cross-country aspect was new but I frequently have dreams of courses inside houses & of unjumpable fences, for example, a vertical headed into a wall. I don’t get around to dream-jumping these. Usually I’m walking the course I trying to figure them out. The frustration aspect I get, but inside a room? My hyper-literal mind interpreting my desire to ride in the Fall “indoor” shows?

In my dreams I rarely ride. I’m much more likely to be getting ready for a dressage test, only to have the bell ring while I am still tacking up. Bog standard anxiety dream.

In contrast, when I dream about firefighting, I am kickass. I rescue entire buildings with a hose I happen to be carrying in my pocket. Ironic because in real-life I’m a less than stellar firefighter [Ticket].

Of course, the anxiety dreams outweigh the awesome-sauce ones. Why can’t we dream that we are flying Air Force One? Or riding in an Olympic victory gallop? Or living on the moon? In “The Long Way Home” from Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Season 8, Vol 1 by Whedon & Vaughan et al. [Dark Horse Comics 2010], the character Ethan Rayne says, “You are always dreaming every dream you could dream all the time. Even when you’re awake, a part of your brain is stirring that brew. Which one you choose to remember in the morning is based on wishes, anxieties…”. As good an explanation as any.

Do you think horses (cats, dogs, iguanas) dream?

[Illustration by Sara Light-Waller, Flying Pony Studios]

Barn Safety

In firefighting, there is the concept of the collapse zone. This is the area one & a half times the height of a building. If there’s a suspicion of potential collapse, everyone stays far enough back to be out of harm’s way should the building come down. For a structure fire in a mobile home, this means the front yard. For a skyscraper, it could be quite a distance.

Ever tried to groom a horse while staying out of the collapse zone? Yes, one should always be on alert around horses, fleet-footed and ready to flee. Yet we all fall into slovenly habits around horses we know. I certainly do. These days, I have to pay extra attention when grooming Mathilda. Stay on my feet in a balanced crouch, one eye on the horse, ready to pull back. Resist the urge to kneel down, lean over too far, or dart around to her bad side for “just a minute.” Plus, you know how horses lift a leg when you get to an itchy spot? Imagine this on a horse who has a questionable number of functioning legs to begin with. Never a dull moment.

In truth, Mathilda is no longer radically tippy. She has reached a funky but working equilibrium. It’s more that if she were to fall, I don’t wish to be underneath.

What barn (pet, house) routines have you had to change or adapt over the years?
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Gratuitous Kitten Pic

Help with those hard to reach spots.

Exercise

As I said yesterday [Up], I have added handwalks to Mathilda’s repertoire. Here’s what I don’t get. Mathilda comes storming out of the barn of a morning. We have a drink and go stomping off to graze. She will drag me hither and yon, as far as, let’s say, Point X. She can graze for an hour and still have to be hauled away from the grass.

Alternatively, I take her out for a gentle stroll. We walk to Point X, go up to the trough for a drink, and return to the barn. Where upon she leans a hip against the wall and is tired for the rest of the day. Same distance. Not all that much slower. The only difference is that one is in fits & starts; the other all in one go. It is the difference between running errands and walking laps on the track.

It has been thus for a while. Back when Mathilda was out 24/7, I still took her for walks around the pasture [My Two Horses]. A solid chunk of continuous exercise got her joints moving and gave her a chance to hock up the cobwebs. You’d think walking a horse that is out on pasture would be redundant, but no.

Anyone else have to exercise their lawn ornaments?
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Get at the soft, chewy center.

Up & At ’em

One’s state of mind does not affect the facts of the case. So, my main problem remains my total lack of progress in any direction (Except topping up the cat total. Yeah kittens!). However, a large part of my recent inability to cope with same has stemmed from an undiagnosed infection. A course of Keflex has mitigated the worst of the whining and the moping. Placebo effect? Bring it on. As long as it works, I don’t care what it’s called.

What have I done with this new energy? Borrowed a fire hose and power-washed the kitchen? Written sparkling, irrefutable marketing letters? Dusted off my gym membership? Nope, nope, and nope. I added handwalks to Mathilda’s schedule and more thorough grooming sessions for both horses. That’s just what my life needs to attain balance, more time at the barn [Spinning]. There is something seriously out of whack in my prioritizing.

What would you do with another hour in your day?
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Making Friends

Incipient Vice

Rodney mouthing a bucket
Teethmarks of Impatience.

This is why we do not need a true cribber in the barn [HHPR#4]. For now, Rodney only gnaws lightly from time to time. Generally when we are around & he wants us to be doing something other, e.g. feeding him, fussing with him. leaving him alone, and so on.

The first horse I leased was a cribber, as was a fancy show horse who slummed at my boarding barn for a while, & a friend’s wonderful Quarter Horse lived to 33 with a cribbing strap around his neck. Because of these horses, I hadn’t formed a general injunction against cribbers, only a specific one because of Rodney. However, from the comments [HHPR#5], sounds as if I backed into the right decision.

Any proto-vices at your barn? (Not a full pack-a-day habit, just bumming the occasional smoke.)