Missing in action..

Hi all, sorry I have been missing from blog world of late. Lots of happenings here, some good some bad. Thanks for all your comments and questions. The weather has been brutal here with loads of ice and crazy temperature fluctuations. I am having a mystery medical situation with my throat of late and haven't gotten any firm answers yet. Andy the rescue dog is also having medical issues himself, the ears mostly and now we are having some problems with his hind end. I have an appt with him later this week to determine what we should do, I have a feeling I am not going to like the answer. Harley's boot camp has been postponed again..... we are hoping for March 1st now......sigh....... Enough of that .

This past weekend I attended the national convention for the American Ranch horse asscociation in Owensboro Kentucky. I got to pick some serious horseman's brains and mingle with lots of fellow horse lovers.

I am always relieved to find that there are people out there that are just as fanatical as I am about their horses. I had a great time and it really got me excited looking forward to showing this season. The only damper on the weekend was that my truck broke down Sunday morning and of course nothing was open and the rental car place was closed also. Luckily I had a friend who lived in Owensboro and he let me drive one of his cars

home. I now have to drive three hours back down to retrieve the truck tomorrow. It could have been worse , it could have happened on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. I am going to leave you with this picture of my front yard this week during the ice capades we had. It is lovely now that I look at it but no fun to deal with.. Happy trails

I've been kicked.....

No not physically, just by fellow blogger http://www.blogger.com/www.ohhorsefeathers.blogspot.com apparently there is a new game in town. It is a simple one, just pick an old pic and tell the story behind it.



The pick three blogs to kick . Here goes:

This is a picture of me and my hubby in the fall of 2002 at a place called DH Village in Eastern Kentucky. This is a favorite for a lot of reasons.

First my husband is not a horsey guy at all and this is the last time he was or will be on a horse according to him. We had a great weekend but unfortunately shortly after this picture was taken Sierra (his mount)decided to dump him rupturing his spleen. Ah, the joys of horse back riding. Secondly I was three months pregnant with our first born in this picture and although I don't look to happy here for some reason I was elated to finally be pregnant after 16 years of being married. Third I love the fact that queen "Betty" my jack russell is in this picture. And of course I love it because of the fall colors in the backround remind me of why I moved to the midwest and maybe it isn't all bad.

Now, lets see who to kick????

How about

Of horses and art

Mikaels mania

Teachings of the horse

Ground play

Since this dang winter crud is hanging on forever this year (I know it only seems that way) I decided to invent some fun things to do with Harley on the ground to pass the time. Harley is nervous by nature and wary of anything not familiar to him. I decided to redecorate the barn by moving normal items around within the confines of the barn. Let me explain first that my horses live underground when inside. My "barn" is the bottom half of a bank barn. For those of you who do not know what a bank barn is don't fret. I never had heard of a bank barn before moving to the midwest. It is essentially a barn that is two stories built into the side of a hill. You can drive into the top half and the bottom half is within the hill on three sides. Hope that clears it up. If it wasn't freezing rain and really dangerous to go outside I would snap you a picture. But I digress....

Yesterday I moved my bagged shavings to another locale and then all the blankets were moved to another area of the barn. When Harley came in you would have thought we just had an earthquake! He didn't know which way to look first, at the huge blanket boogers to his left or that ominous block of black bagged shavings in front of him. After we circled around the new locations he of course relaxed. This got me to thinking that I need to mix it up for him more as he is in need of change to keep his little mind occupied. I decided I will continue the moving game until Harley accepts things a little more in step. Not long now before we start boot camp and I hope to do some trail classes this year, I have a long way to go.........