Taking it Slow

I realize that I'm falling into the post-a-day club and it will probably slow up but for now I have so much to share (including photos).

Barn Name: Charlante is a beautiful name. I really quite like it- it's elegant and sophisticated. But Ed wanted a barn name that was easier for him to say. If you have read my blog from the beginning you know that we did this with Steele as well. Since we are a partnership it seems a small thing to choose a simpler name for her 'barn name' or every day name. That's not easy as it needs to capture her personality, be simple to pronounce and not be too cutesy. I had considered 'Charlie' but she's really not a Charlie. I tried out 'Sugar' for while (given the molasses required) but that's more of a pony name. I visited baby name sites, dictionary sites and horse name sites (those are interesting).

After much thinking and discussion with Ed, we settled on 'Carmen'. I like it- it's a strong name, not cutesy and it means 'song'. It seems to be sticking so that looks like we have a winner.

Eating: She's eating like a normal horse and enjoying her feed and hay. I plan to weigh her weekly to make sure she continues to gain.

Companions:  Irish and Carmen are hitting it off very well. She really tolerates a lot from him- I'd have given him a kick but she's very gentle with him. He's taking his job of showing her around quite seriously.

I accidentally over exposed this photo and this is the result. I kind of like it. 

Irish taking the lead for his 'mare'

Learning the Ropes: I've been exploring what she understands and showing her how I want things. I find her to be quite smart. I think that not being able to ride right now is a good thing. It gives us time to become acquainted without too much pressure to perform. I like to do a little bit with her every day and see what she thinks of things. In the cross ties she is very calm but if you're not grooming her she becomes impatient and paws. I've been correcting her by a verbal 'no' and small tug on the lead line. I have a lead line on her in the cross ties just in case she gets loose and it gives me a way to correct her even if I'm at her rump. I simply have it in my hand. Last night after two corrections I saw her pick up her foot, pause and then gently put it down. good girl. 

I don't like for horses to get ahead of me when I lead nor do I like to keep pressure on the line. She's good 90% of time on this unless she's worried about where Irish is (like in the morning heading outside). But the correction is really minimal. Our trek outside is kind like a wedding march- step-pause-step-pause. She manages to suppress her impatience very well.

Yesterday when it was time to come in I brought her in first. She came well enough (her manners at the gate are impeccable) and hesitated slightly going into the barn. When we came to her stall she slammed on the brakes.
No. 
What do you mean no?
I'm not going in there. I want to be with Irish. 
It's time for you to come in here. 
NO
Rather than get into a fight with her I wanted to see what she would do if I didn't argue with her. So I just stood there inside the stall with her outside like I had all the time in the world. I could have battled her and won but I didn't want her to associate coming in with a fight (although if she had escalated I would have had to). She looked at me. I shrugged and breathed out. She lowered her head a bit.
come on Carmen. Trust me. It will be fine. 
I gave a gentle tug on the lead and she came right in.

I went and got Irish and she's figuring out that it's okay. There is, however, lessons on separation in her future but one step at a time.

Today out in the turn out I was doing some work in the small paddock. She hung out with me and I scratched her wither. A few minutes later she came back and gently blew in my face (it's how horses say 'hello'). I blew back and then we carried on.

I am falling in love. Or may already be there.

look at that beautiful face

a photo of Irish, just because. 

Thank You Lexie

Lexie went home today. It was time for her to go back.

My vet was wonderful to loan her to us with no strings attached. But I know he wanted her back. With the snow and ice it seemed better to take her this weekend because the horses don't have a lot of room to move around and three horses in a small space can be problematic.

Ed and I managed to get the trailer dug out of the snow bank and ice. This morning she loaded like the good girl she is. It was a slow journey because the frost is coming out of the roads creating bumps and craters. She unloaded well and we took her back to the barn. It was bittersweet, I said to her owner "If we kept her much longer she was going to be staying". I also told him that if he needed her to come back that would not be a problem.

Lexie was the perfect horse for Irish and I at a time when we were reeling. She was kind and gentle and easy going. Irish was so calm with her around he was like a different horse. I know that he will miss her.

Getting Outside

The spring melt finally seems to be happening. With all the snow and ice it's also bringing it's share of challenges but since it's going to happen anyway we shall just grit our teeth and get through it. I'm continuing my work out regime of ice chipping with the 20 pound pry bar. It works well but when I'm done my whole body feels the workout. 

Charlante is not appreciative of being inside by herself. Yesterday I let out Lexie and Irish and stayed in the barn to keep her company. She paced her stall and called but began to settle. I brought out the saddle to give it a clean and as I was cleaning it I heard chewing on the wood door that leads from her stall to the outside. I growled at her. She came over to the stall door and looked at me innocently. We repeated this a few times. I then heard the latch rattle. 

wait a minute- that latch is on the outside

I headed outside. There was Lexie standing outside her stall trying to open it!

Let me out!

I'm trying! I need opposable thumbs! 

Growling at Lexie did no good so after a bit I brought the two of them in. I will get Charlante used to being alone but I don't want my door chewed off. Irish was above such shenanigans and simply grazed on hay. 

Unfortunately an attempt to turn Lexie and Charlante out together did not go well. Far too much excitement for my peace of mind, so I brought them in. The snow was still too deep and too close to the top strand of tape. 

It rained last night and Irish's stall flooded. Sigh. With the ground frozen the water had no where to go. I've done yet more trenching and seem to have it sorted. I hope. However, the snow was down significantly so I decided to try Charlante and Irish together this morning while I cleaned out his stall.  I wanted to be careful so I gave her a bit of Ace in her morning feed (it's a light sedative) to take the edge off and gave it some time to work. She's now diving into her food like a true starving Andalusian so she ate it all. I brought Irish out and then Charlante. 

It went perfectly. As you know Irish can be a bit silly at times but he was very quiet and calm. She stayed close to the barn. She stepped off the path that the horses had made and sunk up to her knees and decided that she wouldn't venture further. Good girl. Irish tried to convince her to go up to his napping spot at the top of the hill but she politely said no thank you. There was no running about, no squealing or kicking or actions to make my heart stop. 

After about 2 hours I brought them both in. 

total non-event. See, we're behaving! 

I can see that I have a lot of fence tightening in my future. I also hate how dirty the snow looks but I'm stuck with it for now. 

I love her.....even if she does lay down in the dirty spots

This is what Irish always used to do with Steele. It does my heart good.

The First 36 hours

Well we all survived.  The first night I slept really well (after a night check). Charlante laid down through the night and there was fresh poop and pee in her stall. She didn't dive into her breakfast but rather picked at it.

I had to go to a course for the day (it had been rescheduled due to weather) but Ed said he could handle it. He turned out Irish and Lexi but we left Charlante in. While she was good about being alone she wouldn't eat or drink while they were out so Ed brought them in at 1:00. He said that they were happy to come in.

When I came home I put on a lead and halter and took her for a walk. I wanted to show her the paddock. the problem is that the snow is so deep and she didn't know what to make of it. She was getting upset so I brought her back in. We have a good 3 feet of snow in the field. It's beyond ridiculous- we never get this level of snow! Until it goes down quite a bit I can't turn her out- I don't want her to get hurt as she doesn't know how to deal with it.

I fed the horses their supper and Charlante picked at it again. I know that you're dying to know what I'm feeding. Since Charlante was on the road and only getting hay (5 days in total) I thought that it made the most sense to gradually introduce her to my system gradually. I decided to start her on a mix of soaked alfalfa and beet pulp with a wee bit of oats. The idea being that I would gradually increase the oats. Because beet pulp has had the sugar all extracted often molasses is added back in but  the stuff I buy is unsweetened. In looking at what she ate, it seemed that she was not liking the beet pulp. It is also possible that her system was out of whack from the travel. I know mine was from the trip to Australia!

In the evening I went out the barn and brought Charlante out to the cross ties. She was a little nervous at first but has excellent cross tie manners. As I groomed her she began to relax more and more until she was blowing. I have this little curry comb that is excellent at getting out the loose hair and she loved it. I picked out her feet and she was really good about lifting her feet. A few times she tried to take it back but when I held on she just stood there. As I went to the next foot she would lift it up. I love a well mannered horse.

I stood at her head and held my hand out. She sniffed it and pulled back a bit. I just waited. She sniffed again and then softly lowered her head and place her forehead against my hand to rub it. Which I did. I'm allowing her the space to come to me and not trying to push it. We repeated that a few times.

As I was with her an idea hit me. I put her in her stall and headed back into the house. I grabbed the molasses out of the fridge and headed back to the barn. I drizzled some molasses on her food and stirred it in. She dove right in.

This morning I fed her soaked alfalfa, oats, vitamin and a drizzle of molasses. She dove in and ate it all.

Turns out the Princess has a sweet tooth.

A New Journey Begins

Charlante left for her journey to Oakfield Farm on Friday morning. She had a few days outside of Montreal and then was picked up on Monday to come home.

It has been the longest two days of my life. I really thought that she would be here yesterday, late. Instead she arrived at 5 p.m. today. I know in my heart that it was in her best interests- they shippers took lots of breaks, hand walked her and made sure that she ate and drank. And I'm happy about that. I was also screaming internally.

Do you remember how excited you would be on Christmas eve? And it seemed like Christmas morning was never going to arrive? And then it did but your mom said that you had to wait for Grandma. Who went to church first. And then wanted tea?

It was like that.

Fortunately for Ed my friend Cynthia came and babysat me. Literally. She took me for lunch and help me stay amused with chores.

In one conversation the shipper said he'd spoken with the driver who said it was a gelding on the trailer. "I thought you said it was a mare?". I freaked out. Fortunately, Cynthia arrived in time to calm me down.  This was a worry I did not need.

I brought in Lexie and Irish before she arrived to minimize the excitement. When I saw the trailer I squealed. Yes. I did.

I must confess that I was worried about her coming. What if I was mistaken? What if I couldn't love her? But when she came off the trailer and I looked at her I was smitten all over again.

Yes. I thought. This is the one for me. 

Here are some pictures:

are you serious? is there always this much snow? 

okay, where are we going? 

She did not want to go by my trailer. I think she was worried that she was getting on another one. After a few minutes she trusted me enough to come with me. 

I had to bribe her into the stall with carrots. As soon as she got in she made herself at home. She drank, started in on the hay, peed and had a roll. She was very calm and relaxed about the whole thing. James (shipper) said that she was like that on the whole journey with him. 

Irish looks pretty smitten too

I stood gazing at her over the stall door and my eyes teared up. I said to Cynthia "I think that Steele would approve" . She gave me a hug and we stood there for a bit.

I came into the house to give the update on FB. I think all of FB was waiting for the update! And then I sat down to eat supper that Ed made. I couldn't really eat. But I tried. I said to Ed "I feel like I drove every mile of her journey"  He nodded "And I was your passenger".  Oh yeah.

I went out after to check on her. She had been laying down sleeping. She had pooped and drank most of her water. I groomed all the horses leaving her to last. I decided to groom her in her stall. She stood stock still and savoured the currying. She would delicately reach around and snuffle me.

I topped up her hay and water and put on a warmer blanket for the evening. It's one of Irish's and a little big for her. It's also beat up. Now that she's here I'll have to pick up a blanket for her......

And to end my post here's Miss Charlante eating calmly and quietly in her stall:

I love the sound of horses eating

God knows I never thought that my journey would go this way when I started this blog. I miss Steele still but I am excited to start a new journey with the stunning creature.

Getting Ready

I've spent this weekend getting ready for Charlante's arrival.

Ed and I spent saturday clearing snow out of the small paddock. With the weather finally getting ready to thaw I didn't want this huge pile of snow melting towards the bank. Surely to heavens this bitter cold cannot continue.

I have purchased a new bridle for her. You may recall that I was looking for a black bridle that did not have a flash permanently attached. Holly at Bits N Bridles found one for me that is really cool. There is a flash but it comes off and there's no little bit of leather hanging down.

with Flash

without flash. 

 I also have her new halter.

isn't it lovely? 

Today I got her stall all ready.

In going through my stuff I realize that I need to hang more hooks in my tack room (is there ever enough hooks?)

I'm also selling two cob sized bridles. One is black (never used) and the other is brown. I had bought them for Steele but they are too small. Let me know if you're interested.

black bridle never used

I've been in touch with the place where she's boarding. They assure me that she's fine.  I believe them but I'll feel better when she's here.

It's good thing that I have to work today. Well good for me. Not so good for work.....

Logistics

It turns out that buying a horse far away comes with a bunch of logistical problems that I never really appreciated.

Until now.

There was a lot of stuff I knew and stuff I didn't know. And I didn't know I didn't know it. But now I know not only what I didn't know but I also know completely new stuff.

Sorry if that made your head hurt.

See to bring a horse into the country you need certain paperwork in order. This includes a vet health certificate. Once you get this health certificate you have 30 days to get the horse into the country. If you miss the 30 days than you have to get a new one.

This means a bunch of stuff has to align:

• vet check on the horse
• health certificate & current Coggins test (to be honest I don't even know know what 'Coggins' is but it seems a big deal in the U.S.) 
• insurance (which you can't get until the above two are done)
• payment for the horse
• and shipping. 

I am an organized person - I've organized horse shows and work events. I've been show secretary and organized setting up a chain link dressage ring. Thank heavens I've had that training because I needed all of it to coordinate this. 

I innocently thought that I would contact one of the many shippers advertising and determine the best one and go from there. 

Some of you are probably chuckling at my naiveté. I only had one person get back to me. One. Fortunately, he was the one that came the most highly recommended. He can bring her as far as Quebec.  So after talking on the phone and arranging a tentative shipping date I put the first four items into motion. And I arrange for her to be picked up in Quebec. 

 Then there was weather which meant that the vet check had to be postponed. And then there was more weather. Fortunately for me the seller arranged to take Charlante to an indoor to have the check done. And then I had to wait for for the vet certificate for the insurance before they could insure her. But the office closed in Virginia due to weather. And now it's friday. I'm talking to a truly wonderful person at the vet clinic who made sure that everything was done on time so that insurance could be arranged. We made it right under the wire of 4:30 because of everyone pulling together for a stranger trying to buy a horse. 

With vet certificate, insurance and bill of sale all in hand I'm ready to finalize the shipping. But the shipper keeps saying 'he'll get back to me'. And then goes on vacation. 

how I was starting to feel

Turns out the vacation was a blessing in disguise- this meant that his office assistant took over and she was fabulous. I signed all the papers I was supposed to. Sent along proof of sale and vet certificate. It was all done. When the shipper came back from vacation I contacted him for a confirmed pick up date. 

I'm at work when I get notification that the person he arranged to pick up Charlante had a car accident so it might be next week. 

excuse me? 

Um. No. This would mean that I had to start over with the Quebec to Nova Scotia shipping. Plus I arranged for vacation for when she arrives. I'm in my office having kittens. I vent to my friend Karen. 

Karen is good in a crisis. She calms me down and says that, if necessary, she will unbury her trailer from the snow and we'll hit the road. I calm down. The shipper is also bringing a big rig of race horses up from Florida. If I can arrange for Charlante to meet him along the highway he can pick her up. His rig can't handle back roads. 

I send out a plea to the seller. And she's all 'no problem.' 

happy

I'm as happy as a dog with a stick at the beach. 

What does this mean- this means that Charlante was picked up at a Wal-Mart parking lot off of I85 at around 5 a.m. Thursday. She's now in Quebec resting for a couple days and will continue her journey here monday.

I couldn't have done it without help from the seller, her agent, my friends, April at the vet clinic and the insurance agent. Oh and Ed. Poor Ed had to keep my grounded. 

I might almost be ready for wedding planning......