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A Faboo Belt, A Silly Apple Eatin’ Horse and the best thing about Trigger Snaps.

Again, we will keep the fare light at our Horse and Man restaurant browse-thru of Equine blog.  I absolutely want this week to be a lofty and fluffy reprieve for all of you.  I know our Bucket Fund story was tough on Monday.  So, here is more fun for today.

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I always love to peruse links that I find in magazines.  Today, I’m going to show you a few things from THE LUCKY STAR.

The Lucky Star is an online store (based in Reno) that carries all things Western.  From furniture to jewelry, these gals sell it!   What I found interesting is that they must search through antique stores because they have several “vintage” items.  You can also find local artists’ works as well as interior design expertise.  The ladies who run this site will come to your house and have a make-over, if you’d like!


But first, let’s go to the “Spurs and Trappings” area… I was reeled in by the word “trappings”.  What does that mean?  Things you find in a trap or things you use to trap someone?  Well, I was kinda wrong on both ideas.  What they have in this category are decorative items.  Vintage saddles, horsehair headstalls and quirts and some wild and antique spurs.  My favorite from this category were these chaps.  I don’t know if they remind me of Roy Rogers or Pee Wee Herman.  But whatever, they felt good to me…


I perused the vintage area and found several rosettes.  Now, I know nothing about rosettes except what I like and don’t like.  I have no idea about value or historical values.  But, since I do know what I like, I liked these.  If I had the money, I would totally put these on my LG Bridle and doll it up a bit.  I’d be the first on my block with a genuine vintage rosette on my LG.  Wahoo!  I’m sure my horse would be much obliged to have such a “purty thang” on her bridle…


I loved this belt!  I loved the detailing and the conchas.  Yummeee.  The detail of all the different conchas all around is fun!  I liked the poker card concha the best.  ( Click here, to see the detail page.)  If I was sure it would go through my pant loops, I’d rob a bank to get it.  In the meantime, maybe one of you could buy it and look very fancy!


I know that most people don’t like trigger snaps because they break easily.  Well, the thing I like best about trigger snaps is that they break easily…

My newly broken trigger snap sitting on my truck hood.

When I make a bonehead move and forget about the reins as I’m gabbing and my horse is grazing… instead of a crisis, I get a broken trigger snap.  Much easier to deal with than a broken leg or whatever other mishap would come my way via my stoopid actions.

I keep extra trigger snaps in my trailer and in my saddle pouch.  I took this photo just last week as I demonstrated my texting while grazing technique…  ;)


This happened just today.  I let Gwen out to eat some green grass.  Yup, that’s fine for about an hour.  Then she wants a few apples.  Sometimes I feel like going outside and picking some for her.  And sometimes I don’t.  The problem is that she comes to the windows all around the house in order to find me…  This is not good.  Usually, I shoo her away.  But sometimes I go out and pick apples.  Hence my fabulous training methods in full force.  I’ve now trained her to attempt to get me to go pick apples for her.  Sigh.

Wait, did you just run to the other side, Ma?

Ma, are you in there?

Ah ha! I see you! Puleeeze get me an apple!!

Aw C'mon. I love you...

The funny part about today was that she decided she could do it herself.  Here is Gwen reaching as high as she could to find the apples via scent.  You see, the apples are exactly the same color as the leaves of the tree.  So, the horses cannot discern the apples from the leaves on the tree.  They just have to stick their noses  up there and hunt and snuffle around.  Gwen is the only horse that does this although I saw Violet Beauregard watching her.  Ugh.  I try not to teach VB anything or else she’ll latch on and make it her next passion.  Luckily, VB is too short to do much damage.

Anyway , here is Gwen snuffling for apples…  She doesn’t need me.

There, I can reach it myself!

SCORE! Apple slobber drool everywhere...

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We’re PUBLISHED! And, that sinking feeling…


WAHOO!! We are published! Horse and Man, the blog, got a full page in the August issue of Horse and Rider (page 16)!


They did edit the story in order for it to fit, but that’s OK by me!  Yay!  We love you Horse and Rider!

If you don’t get the magazine, and haven’t already read the story, here is the original link for, “THE HARDEST FIX”.


Knife through the heart.

I’m in that phase with BG, who is new to trail riding, where she turns tail and vanishes if I have a halter in my hand and the truck is running…

Now, that might not seem so bad to you all, but it devastated me.  She used to looove to see me.  She’d wait at the gate with her big bro, Finn, and be so eager for me to put the halter on HER instead of Finn.  OOOOhhh, pick me, pick ME!

But now, if I start the truck and then indicate that she is the one who is going in the trailer with me… she runs.  She runs fast.  I’m lucky if I see anything of her besides a huge dust plume in her wake.  Big Brother Finn just stands there chuckling like Muttley.  Heh Heh Heh.

Finn and BG, as they usually appear..."Pick Me!"

And I know this always happens.  The newbie green trail horse always goes through this “I’m not gonna” phase.  It happened with Aladdin and Gwen and Tess and Damien and Finn.  They all do it.

Still, every time, it breaks my heart.


It always happens the same way.  First, the brand new riding horse is eager to go into the trailer for his first, new adventure!  Exciting!  Then, when he arrives, he is excited and is looking forward to whatever happens.  You saddle him up and make him work.  Wha?  Huh?  “I have to lead?!”  And, it goes downhill from there…

Any other horse they see, they call out and try to join.  Any person, any dog, any living entity — rabbit, squirrel,  is better than having to walk, alone, down a trail with Mom on your back…  She’s so heavy.  He knows a lion is sure to get him with so much weight on his back…  And then, the bikers and strollers!  Oh My!  Trail Riding is a lot more fun in theory than in practice for a new horse.  He has to do so much thinking!  And then, when his little horsey mind is so tired that he just wants to stick his nose into someone else’s tail, you ask him to cross water!  After that gauntlet, you hose him down – yikes – and then put him back into the bouncy trailer on jelly legs.

And so it goes with the newbie green trail horse.   They see you coming; they run.


So, when I started the truck this morning and meandered over to her pasture calling her name, you can guess what I found.  Nothing.  Yup, she was GONE.  I could see the dust, however… and Finn was doing his Muttley impression.

I felt like a horrible monster.  HERE I COME LITTLE HORSEY…    (the music looms) dum de dumdum   And my little mare says, “Eeeeeeee, she’s coming for me!!  I’m gonna die.  She’s gonna hurt me!  Hide me, little tree, hide me. (The little bush is obviously too small, even to her… so she runs to Finn) Ohhhhh, hide me Big Brother, hide me!  (Finn looks at her and smiles and laughs, No Way Little Sis!)  Ahhh gasp!  dum de dumdum…


BG, she's new at the whole riding thing...

I’m not a monster.  I treat her really well.  I know that her tack fits and I know she has a good life.

I also know that they all do this when playtime starts becoming worktime.  I know this.

But, even though I know this is a phase, and, even though I know they all get over it, and even though I know that I do everything I can to make sure they are comfortable and happy, it crushes me.


Of course I have no idea what she is really thinking…  I just try to surmise what she is thinking as I walk away, lip quivering.  And to me, it is something like this…  My little filly is growing up and I’m asking her to think/lead for herself.  No herd.  No Mommy.   Snort!  What?  No Leader?  How can I follow YOU when you are sitting on me?

She looks right at me and I can hear her little fuzzy voice, “This is too hard, you are stoopid and I’m not going to do it.”    Sound familiar?


BG contemplating if she should run away RIGHT NOW!

For those of you with 12-13 year old humans in your household, you know EXACTLY what I mean.  This is the time in their lives where they become sullen, incredibly forgetful and “I don’t know” is their mantra. “What happened to the cat?”  I don’t know.  “Why didn’t you do your chores/dishes/brush your hair?”  I don’t know.  “How do you expect to collect on your allowance?”  I don’t know, but I need money.  “For what?”  I don’t know.

And, it continues…

Truly, in my mind, this is the pattern of a young person who thinks they are rebelling against you but actually, they are rebelling against growing up.  They want to have all the powers of the leader without having to actually lead.

She runs to the furthest corner and I'm crushed

Oy.  Obviously I have a teenage horse standing in her pasture, checking her email and totally ignoring me while she visits the chatrooms of her mind… hoping I will continue to give her treats but not make her do anything responsible.


Now, part of me can understand her reluctance.  She did come with me on the last three trial runs.  And, she didn’t have the best time.  We had a few trailer rides, we met lots of other horses, she had to lead, she met inconsiderate biker people (which I wrote about previously), she had to cross water, go around boogeyman corners, remember her gaits, walk uphills and downhills slowly and remember to breathe. And worst of all, she had to eat a Granola bar when everyone knows that her favorite treat is an apple.

Did you want me?

Ugh.  Hard work.  No thank you.  I’d rather not.

So she runs away when I, who used to be her hero, comes into the field with a halter and the truck running.


I knew I couldn’t just let this go.  I knew I had to go back out there and try again.  No matter how hot it was outside or how much my feelings were hurt, I knew I had to break through this temporary phase.

So, I walked to her pasture with just the halter and no truck running.  Yup.  She ran over to me.  BG was her same lovely, teenage self.  As I rubbed her I spoke softly and told her that we had to do this.  We had to build our bond and it would mean a lot to me if she enjoyed trail riding as much as I did.  And, I told her we were going to go out first thing tomorrow morning, no matter what form of trickery I had to use to catch her…  She was listening and nodding earnestly.

Then I told her how hurt I was and asked her why she ran away from me this morning…

She turned her soulful brown eyes onto me and with the very familiar expression of my 13 year old daughter, she sighed, “I don’t know.”


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