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Today a First in Horse and Man History… A Guest Blogger. Introducing: HUBBY!


Sunday, August 11th, 2013 | Filed under Musings




ORIGINALLY POSTED AUGUST 1, 2011:  Hubby just picked me up from the airport and I hadn’t finished my blog for today.  It is midnight so… I thought this post would be perfect.  Except, I’m not sick this time, just tired and happy…

Have you ever been so sick that you pondered whether it would be a bad idea if you went to the ER or maybe it would be an even worse idea if you died on the couch?

Well, that is how I felt today…  As I writhed around on the couch, moaning softly (between feeble internet “symptom” searches) I exclaimed out loud, “And I haven’t even started my blog for tomorrow!  Waaaaaaaahhhhh.  What if I die before I get it done?!”

Hubby, being the great nursemaid that he is – between taking a quick trip to paddle board – boasted loudly, “I’ll write it for you.”

Me (wrapped in blankets on the couch): Wha?  Did I hear you correctly?

Hubby (whistling in the kitchen):  Sure!  I can write your blog.

Me:  (wheels turning a mile a minute for a zillion reasons)  Reeeallyy…  Alright.  You’re on!

HUBBY WRITES

Around 10pm, I was feeling slightly better so I started to write my blog.

Hubby came over and asked me what I was doing.  When I looked at him balefully, or as balefully as I could muster, and told him that I was trying to clear my foggy brain to write my blog – he said that HE was writing it.

Me:  Oh…  what are you writing about?

H:  Fixing fences and you with a whip behind me.

Me:  Uh, do you think your fan base will like that?

H:  Whaddyumean?

Me:  Well, I don’t think your fans want to hear that I have a whip to your back…

H:  I’m just kidding

Me:  Uh huh.  Ummmm. What pictures will you put in?

H:  Pictures?

Me:  Well, just do whatever you want and you will be my first guest blogger!

H:  (mumbling under his breath) Fanbase?  Pictures?  This is harder than I thought…

Me:  (rubbing my hands together)  <big smile>  OK, I’m off to bed.  Let me know when you are done and I’ll post it.

SO, WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, HUBBY’S BLOG!

So, Dawn’s been a little under the weather for the last few days.  And I’ve been gone on business, which is a fairly commonplace occurrence these days.  I came home Saturday evening, and she was a WRECK, I tellya.  Keeping this place together, all the animals fed and healthy, all while having a “real job” and writing a blog every day is a tall order for a healthy person, and too much to ask for one that is not feeling 100%.  Since I always feel guilty when I’m not around when she is sick, I volunteered to write for her tonight.  I figured that at least a few of you out in reader-land might be interested in the view of the husband of a horse fanatic.

First off, I will freely admit that I am not a horse person.  Before I met my lovely wife, I would have never dreamed of living with horses.  I didn’t even have a dog, just a fat grumpy old cat that didn’t mind if I left for a week, as long as there was food in his bowl.  I won’t bore you will all the details, but life changed when I married Dawn.  For one, I got a dog.  I saw how she had this amazing relationship with her dogs, and they loved her back – I figured I needed to try this myself, so I ended up with Shiva, and I can’t imagine life without him now.  I moved inland (difficult for a former Navy guy and surfer), to a place with lots of fences and a well and a septic system and irrigation system and a thousand other things that can break (and do, with regularity).  And horses.  Not just one or two, but a whole herd!  I’ll admit, I have a love/hate relationship with the horses.  Some a little more love, others… you get the idea.

Today, I got to fix fences.  It’s been a long time coming.  Dawn has been asking, and I have been promising for a few months now, and the longer I procrastinate, the more fence boards come down (and the more insistent the asking gets).  So after a few cups of coffee, I trudged out into the heat to curse at bent nails and warped corral board.

First was the pasture with the Tennessee Walkers and the bratty manchild.  Wrigley immediately trotted up to try to figure out what was going on.

Wrigley: “Hey, what are you doing?”
Me: “Go away.”
Wrig: “Cmon, what are you doing?”
Me: “Fixing fences that YOU BROKE.  GO AWAY.”
Wrig: “Can I help?”
Me, picking up a dirt clod to chuck at him: “NO.”
Finn: “Dude, get a clue.  You’re being a pest.”

Good ol’ Finn.  I like him more all the time.

My last stop was the mare pasture.  Interesting how the mares have much more complex personalities, while the guys are pretty two-dimensional (kind of like us humans).  Gwen bugs me with her bullying and pushiness, and I’ve let her know it a few times, so she keeps her distance.  Sam the mustang is generally very aloof, but today she was interested in me and stuck around until I started hammering.  Remi ignores me, and I think that’s fine.  The only one in that group that I have any sort of connection with is Grande Dame Tess, the Helen Mirren of the group.  She’ll always come up and greet me with a kiss, but knows that I have a job to do.  She gracefully walks away to stand in the shade.

So the fences are fixed, more or less, for the time being.  When I tell people that we have horses, they are always aghast when I say we have ten.  I shrug and say, “They make my wife happy.”  I don’t expect them to understand, because neither do I, but that doesn’t matter.  Even though I don’t enjoy the same sort of connection and love for the horses that Dawn does, I do get to experience their different personalities in small amounts (which is the way I like it, I suppose).  And even though I don’t have that connection with them, I know that Dawn wouldn’t be the same person without them.  And that alone is worth all of it.

 

I think I’ll keep him…

 

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The Unpredictable and Whiplashing Emotional Roller Coaster of Chronically Sick horses.






I wanted to take this day to appreciate all of you who champion for the sick… Every. Single. Day.

You, who have sick family members or chronically sick animals, my hat is tipped to you.

I understand.

The Emotional Roller coaster of Chronically Sick horses.

As you all know, MamaTess is very sick with founder.

I don’t often update on her condition because I really don’t want to say anything because her condition varies daily… sometimes hourly.

I really only want to give you good news.

But when one is this sick, it is literally, touch and go.  A long way to ‘home free’.

A roller coaster of emotion rumbling along daily.

On most days, she is bright and eager to eat when she sees me...

On most days, she is bright and eager to eat when she sees me…

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Do you see that my bucket is empty??!

CHRONIC.

Her condition is now chronic.

To be honest, I liked ‘acute’ better.  Chronic means it has settled in and is here to stay – or it wants to be here to stay.

I want the illness gone.

But chronic is chronic because no one really knows exactly how to cure it.

One of my vets said, “Put 5 vets in a room and you will get 7 different opinions….”

I don’t want to put you through all of our many decisions regarding her health.

I think it best that I ride the roller coaster alone.

And, I’m getting used to it – kindof.

I now don’t think every curve is the last or the most powerful or the end.

I just ride it and learn its shape.  Lean to the right, lean to the left, hold on for the big dip, coast to the finish.

Most of all, I hang on.

This morning she was boss mare enough to pin her ears at Gwen who was getting too close to where the food bucket will eventually land.

This morning she was boss mare enough to pin her ears at Gwen who was getting too close to where the food bucket will eventually land.

IT ISN’T EASY – I SEE HOW PEOPLE SIMPLY GIVE UP…

Riding the roller coaster is tough.  It is tiring.  It is scary.  Sometimes it makes me feel sick.

I understand how people want to give up.

But, I have to remember…  that everything I am learning through this illness – good and bad – will help other horses.

Yum.

Yum.

Here she is, waiting for her reward.  I had just wrapped her foot this morning and she knows she gets her hay after that.

Here she is, waiting for her reward. I had just wrapped her foot this morning and she knows she gets her hay after that.

Eating...

Eating…

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Treading somewhat moreso than yesterday…

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But mostly standing firmly on both fronts.

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And then treading… sigh. Some days are not as good as others. Some days are better.

READING A BOOK…

I’m presently reading a book about a young man who was mauled by a Grizzly bear in Alaska (BEYOND THE BEAR, Dan Bigley).  He wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary.  He was walking into a parking lot where there were many other people.  Seemed perfectly OK.

Wrong place, wrong time.  Nothing personal.

The bear threw him around like a rag doll and then bit his head.  Popped his skull and blinded him instantly.

No one thought he would survive.

Every day was a new challenge.  Every day something good happened or something bad happened.

His caretakers were very stressed – over a long period of time.

It was a horrible emotional roller coaster.

The good news is – He made it.  Everyone got off the ride.

To me, Tess’ founder is the bear.

What doesn’t kill me, makes me stronger… and probably wiser… and, in this case with Tess, I have also become very close to my patient – which is a gift I cannot overlook.

And when we come out the other side and coast to our final stop, I will tell you all about it.

She's my girl... and I'm sticking by her.

She’s my girl… and I’m sticking by her. (2008, just before delivering Wrigley.)

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