Happy New Year! Hope all my friends are doing well. Things are good here at the farm especially since I haven’t had to go anywhere since before Thanksgiving. It has given me time to catch up with my barn buddies and contemplate the writings of Baruch Spinoza. He is credited with saying, “I have striven not to laugh at human actions, not to weep at them, nor to hate them, but to understand them.” No offense to Mr. Spinoza, but how can I not laugh at human actions? I guess he hasn’t met my mother or her friends. It is a veritable comedy routine of hilarity for my pals and me. It is beyond comprehension why they do the things they do, but we sure do get a good chuckle from watching them go about their day-to-day lives.
Mom has apparently had an alien take up residence in her head because she has been sick since the day after Christmas. While my brother and I do feel bad for her, it has meant that I have had a really nice break from the rigors of regular training. She has tried to claim that she was “better” on a couple of occasions, but when she can’t make it through a 30 minute ride without blowing her nose 10 times, I would argue that she it is time for her to see the vet. If I had a runny nose for that long, I would have been poked and prodded multiple times and been subjected to yucky syringes of ground up medicine disguised as apple sauce (you are fooling no one Mom!). Can someone please make her an appointment? Hopefully Dad knows how to grind up the pills and fill the syringes. Now there is a funny image of Dad cramming medicine-laced apple sauce in Mom’s mouth.
When she does claim to be “well,” Mom has only been able to ride me two or three days a week. The rainy weather has also kept her from asking Ms. C to ride me. It is hard to get away with anything when Ms. C starts riding me. She is very smart and wily and is quick to fuss at me if I try the tricks I try with Mom. What makes it even worse is that Ms. C then shares her thoughts and findings with Mom. Shhh! I have diligently worked to develop those evasions. Why are you telling Mom my secrets?! It is fun watching Mom fumble about trying to figure out how to stop me from grabbing the reins.
I am not bored though with all my time off from my dressage work. Cigar got a new halter for Christmas; he gets one every year since his halter gets pretty ratty over the course of the year. Now, I don’t want to incriminate myself, but I may play a role in the halter’s annual demise. Mom got a different kind of breakaway halter this year. It has a short leather piece that breaks if necessary. Well, the second day Cigar wore it, the new halter fell off into the mud. It could be poor quality leather or poor workmanship in the construction, but noooo, Mom blamed me for the broken piece. Umm, Mom, it was over on the other side of his paddock, so maybe Willow broke it. You have no concrete evidence that I was involved. That is all I have to say about that matter.
Mom also fussed about the missing hair on my forehead. As you can see from my picture, it really isn’t all that bad. The first time she saw it, she wanted to poke it with her finger. Seriously? You want to touch my wound with your cootie-covered finger!! I stood very tall, got accused of being a giraffe, then she got serious and put my halter on my head. Thankfully, she wised up and cleaned it with a washcloth and put some ointment on it. I didn’t get to read the label, so hopefully it will protect me from Mom’s germs.
And, Mother Nature finally got serious and colder weather has returned to Virginia. That means that my big blue blanket finally made an appearance at the barn. Mom was tickled that it still fit me. Mom had it laundered at the end of last winter. Not sure what was in her Koolaid that day, since the very first day she put it on me, I christened it in the mud in my paddock…Hahahaaaa! There is also a slight tear in the shoulder, but I have no knowledge of how that happened. To my equine friends reading this, a fun game to play with your human is the Blanket Sidestep. Quietly watch your human get the blanket situated to place on your back. This can take a while if my Mom’s pace is any indication; be patient – it will be rewarded. Right when they are ready to lift it onto your back, quickly sidestep away from them and watch the blanket fall on the floor/in the shavings. If your human is anything like my Mom, it will drive them crazy. Good times.
So sorry, Mr. Spinoza, I am going to have to disagree with you about not laughing. Life is too short and my Mom is too funny. I’m going to laugh even if it is silently.