Too many irons in the fire!

Friday I stripped my horse trailer so that John could use it to haul some furniture. The mats are out waiting to be scrubbed. The boards are bare and ready to be scrubbed as well. I think I will also paint them, or at least the part that is under the horses' hineys. I wish I could scrub and paint the whole trailer, but that will have to wait for another year.

As you can see in the picture below, I also need to paint the walls in my bedroom. I painted test patches and never got around to actually painting the room. That color is too dark so I still need to come up with a good color. Blech. I hate painting.

When I emptied the trailer I brought my saddle in to get ready to clean and treat it. This is the one I bought this summer, the one that I searched for years to find, the one that fits my horse. Unfortunately it has some tooling on it, some of it is rather deep. (I admit it's kinda pretty and you don't see work like this often, but tooling is a pain.)

So my question for you is this: how do you put a waterproofing treatment, such as Obenauf's LP on the tooling without leaving white residue? Or can it not be done?

I was thinking I'd heat it up first, use a hair dryer to keep it liquid, work it into the cracks with a toothbrush and then remove the excess first with a bit of towel and then with Qtips. I don't know if that will work?

Here's my saddle all clean and ready for the next step. I'll have to get it done soon because I don't want to ride again and get it dirty and have to clean it again.

Looking at the saddle reminds me, I have another question for you. Have any of you ever tried a sheepskin seat cover? This saddle is very uncomfortable for me. I don't want an ugly tush cushion. But I don't know if I want to invest in expensive sheepskin if it isn't going to help. I also wonder if the underside will rub my saddle in bad ways.

Tomorrow and possibly Tuesday I'll be helping John move store furniture and I'll be helping out on my friend's farm all week. I have a fencing project I have to get done, but happily I got most of that done today. Just have to reconnect some things and plug the charger in. Need to set up water and trough heaters and rearrange horses. Scoop poop and all that everyday stuff. Then there will be the barn to deal with. That's going to take months to clean up. Life sure isn't dull around here. Don't have to look far to find something to do. One of these days I'll actually ride my horse.

Here's what we did today!

Check your volume.
Some of you might not like the music
but it is oh so appropriate.

Mornin' TonkaMornin' Scout

Mornin' Cisco

Mornin' Soxy

Afternoon Butt

Evenin' Snow

Friday the 13th has yet again passed with no major crisis in my world. Although for a minute there I thought the police department was calling me to tell me my husband had gotten in a bad wreck pulling the trailer in the snow. But it was a wrong number. I am thankful for the safety of my family on this snowy night.

I hope you all had a wonderful day!

"All the horses are out!"

I didn't like hearing that. We've had escapes before but never on a grand scale.

Turned out to be a non-event. Soxy hadn't escaped, just the boys. The worst of the damage went to Tonka, who had burrs stuck under his jaw. Nobody got into the grain, nobody went anywhere. Tonka and Cisco were just grazing right around the gate, and Scout was in the hay storage area. What a bunch of wild mustangs. I think they must not have been out long. They had pushed the gate until the latch moved and came loose. Buttheads. I fixed the latch and chained it. And they got their breakfast early. Maybe that was the plan all along. "Let's get their attention so they have to come out and feed us."

Chinks

I love the flip of the fringe as I walk along. It's like being a little girl with a twirly dress again. Today I am thankful for my sister. She gave me this pair of chinks yesterday. They were her husband's but he had some custom made, and they didn't fit her right. As you can see they're pretty much brand new. This isn't why I'm thankful for her, but it sure is generous. I'm sure I've written about her enough here for you to all know why I'm thankful for my sister.

Scout went on his first outing as a big boy. The last time he left the farm was way back when he was about a month old, to have his eye checked at the WSU hospital. The last time I loaded him in the trailer wasn't too long ago, maybe two months. Today he just walked right in next to me like we were walking down the road. I asked him to step into the front of the trailer, hooked him to a Blocker ring, and then shut him in. Next I put his best buddy Tonka in the trailer, and we were on our way.


We went to my sister's to do some groundwork. Really I wasn't as interested in doing groundwork as I was wanting to get this first trip under our belt. He unloaded pretty nicely, with some hesitation backing out. I don't allow them to turn around to unload until they're a pro at backing out, and even then it's a special occasion sort of thing to unload that way. When I was first teaching him to load, it was the unloading part that was hardest for him.


He was an absolute gem the entire time we were there! He is going to be such a wonderful horse to ride. He doesn't go out of his way to find boogeymen like Tonka does. I pushed a tarp under the round pen so he could check it out. It bumped his hind leg and he didn't even look at it. Tonka spooks at that tarp every time we go over there.


He got to visit with his mama over the fence and then after Amy and I played with our horses some, she worked Scout and Camria in the round pen at the same time. It was interesting to watch. It stressed Camria out. But not terribly. She was just a little confused, and Scout was as usual a little lazy so when my sister got after him Camria wasn't sure she wasn't in trouble too.

After Tonka and I did some respect work (he's been a jerk lately) I tried my hand at working two horses at once. It was fun! Neat to get them both hooked on, one on either side, and wander around. I couldn't get Tonka to stay in the center with me while Scout circled us, but Scout easily figured out how to pivot with me while Tonka worked around us. Tonka could have figured it out if I'd given it more time and effort, but I was getting cold.

Spending time tied - Tonka, Scout, and Camria:
(I keep having to backspace when I start typing the name Bella)

I got some good pictures of the dogs over there today. They are weird. They sure have a lot of fun playing together though.

Here's Oreo, Huck, and Bella. Their expressions are priceless. I feel like it needs a caption but I have no idea what it would be.

This is how Bella greets me almost every time I go over there. If I'm not quick about telling her no, I get muddy paw prints. She also likes to stand up sometimes to get a better view of her surroundings, like an otter or a bear.

The Fearsome Foursome. Oreo, Bella, Huck, and Bear.

Oreo is sweet in a timid, chubby sort of way. He never could have been a cowdog. Bella is a big happy dumb puppy. I'm sure you know the type. Bear has a depth to him. He is an extremely intelligent dog (Kelpie X Border Collie). Very caring, but if you don't know him he's just weird. He obsesses over sticks, rocks, and dirt clods. To him, strangers are for throwing things. Family is for poking sharply in the butt or the back of the knee (I don't know which is more shocking) with his pointy nose and pinching their tender parts with his teeth. The back of your arm just near your armpit is a favorite spot. I don't think I've ever known another dog with a sense of humor like his. He's a cuddler too, when he's inside. Huck... Well, I'll get back to you on who he is. He's not old enough yet. He's intense and smart and devoted but still kind of independent. Soft and cuddly with a wiggle-butt to make up for his lack of a tail.

My silly silly boy got his glasses today. He loves them. I love them. I hope reading becomes more fun for him now. He's a hard worker, and he does well, but I'd love to see it come more easily for him.

I thought I'd come back and write more today, since last night I was in a hurry. Kinderpuppy was really fun last night. There were so many cute puppies! A mastiff/Great Pyr cross (talk about drool), three German Shepherds, three lab and lab crosses, a pug, a teeny weenie Yorkie, and a choodle, which is apparently a chihuahua poodle but looks like a biggish blond Yorkie. They were all super cute.

One thing I wasn't expecting is that she asked everyone why they were there. I'm there because I want a well behaved dog, I thought that was self-evident. But I thought about it and came up with a more specific answer. Because I think this dog is going to be more challenging than any other dog I've had. Not because he's bad, but because he's so darn smart! And I want a well behaved dog. I'd love to have one of those nice quiet dogs that heels and sits under your feet and doesn't pester people or pull on the leash. It would be cool to go even farther with it, but we'll see what I have time for.

Another reason I was able to come up with, although it's more of a question that has come up than the reason I'm there, is that he is weird with strangers. He loves some people, and others he barks at in a rather alarming way. Seems like he likes the people who ignore him at first. She suggested practicing weird behavior and postures at home, so he gets over his worry about how strangers introduce themselves. John immediately rose to the occasion with that one, he's a pro at weird.

Our homework for the week is to practice "sit" (he knows that one), get them responding eagerly to their name, and practice "watch." With that one you take a treat, say "watch," and bring the treat up to your eyes. When you get eye contact you say "good watch!" and give them the treat. The name thing and the watch thing are both so you can get your dog's attention quickly in a distracting situation.

At the end we were supposed to have puppy play time, which I was really looking forward to, but we took too long so had to skip it. I can't wait to see how all the puppies interact! The poor little yorkie. Her owner will have to watch that she doesn't get smooshed.

Going through old photos I found this:

It's amazing how much the barn has gone downhill in just 5 years. I've been told by the neighbors that some idiot took out key parts of the structure inside before we moved here. I don't know why. Unless it was to make more open areas inside?

Here's a good illustration of why I was taking apart the fence yesterday. John is planning on pulling the barn down from that front corner there, and there's a decent chance it could fall all the way across the driveway. (The guys are so excited about this. My sister keeps calling every day and asking if we can do it today. Her husband is like a kid about it!)
Just for fun, here's my boy 5 years ago, in a post hole. Good times.

Oh, and back to that older barn photo, my husband is insane. I wonder how much that post weighs. I might be able to drag it with a rope around it, or roll it. How the heck did he even pick it up?

Today I am thankful for my husband. I can't even tell you all the reasons why. For his tremendous and unfailing support and his ability to think clearly on subjects I'm emotional about (horse stuff). Sometimes I really need a naysayer. Sometimes he surprises me by encouraging me to do things that make no sense, like taking on a horse to train at our own expense. I am grateful for his patience with the the kids, and how fun he is as a dad. And for all of the comic relief. He's a goofball. I think that's what I like best about him.

I got a lot done today, but it was all tearing down. Got the fence taken down in case the barn falls on it when we pull it down. Also made a bunch of phone calls.

My daughter and I took Huck to his first Kinderpuppy class. It was fun, there were lots of cute pups there. He is one of the oldest. I'm not sure how they got all their shots done that fast. Maybe their vets have a different schedule for shots.

I better go before John shoots me. He's waiting for me to watch a show with him. Good night!

Today I am thankful for my physical ability to work. And for my tractor, for those jobs I'm not physically able to do, like pulling enormous fence posts out of the ground.

Sentimental Saturday on Monday. I'm growing up to be one of those people who is often late. I just wasn't feeling very sentimental over the weekend.

Today I was reorganizing some stuff and I came across Tonka's tag that he wore in the BLM corrals. It came off just before he loaded into the trailer to come home to me.
Someday I will make some sort of shadowbox frame to display his stuff in, but for now it stays in a file.

That made me nostalgic, and I had to go back and read my post about Tonka's adoption. Reading it brought tears to my eyes again. I love my horse. If you read it you'll see I write about Tracey and her darling daughter, and about Anchor, but with much less knowledge of them than I have now. They didn't have names then. Well, I'm sure Tracey and Darling did, but I didn't know them yet. :)

Also while transferring my files from a tiny file box to the bigger file cabinet I got today, I found this:

My baby boy's wrist was so tiny! The weird thing is, this comes after an afternoon of watching old videos of my adorable kids, and my sister telling me today that I have to have another kid since she can't. I know that's crazy talk, but they're so wonderful when they're little. I wish they didn't have to grow up. Not that I don't think they're wonderful now, and I'm sure they'll be wonderful as adults but in different ways. But they're so snuggly and sweet and hilarious when they're little. It would be a bad idea to have another, but apparently I need a toddler fix. Della? May I borrow yours? I know, he says, "My is a CHILD," but I think he's jumping the gun a bit.

Lea suggested that we all post something we're thankful for, every day between now and Thanksgiving. Today I am thankful that I have such sweet children.

I hope you all had a wonderful Monday!