Tuesday, April 19, 2016

April Condition Photos

These were taken on the 17th, and I grabbed her weight then too. I was told by my friend at the show this past Saturday (more on that in a later post) that she thought Lilly looked too skinny. There are times where I can see her ribs, but I wouldn't say she's "skinny". That's also the reason I haven't totally pulled the trigger on the muzzle. My vet is coming out on Thursday, so I'll see what she thinks about her weight.

According to my tape, she's actually gained a little bit of weight since last month.

Monday, April 11, 2016

Sweet Sixteen

Where have the years gone?

I don't have any human children, although I hope I will someday. Being sans children, I don't run around calling my horses and my dog my "fur-babies" or my "4 legged children", and I don't try to make Mother's Day about how I'm the mother to three wonderful animals, but sometimes I can't help but think of Lilly as my child.

We got AJ when he was four years old and he'll turn 30 this year, but the relationship I have with him is different than the one I have with Lilly. And while I've had Rylee since she was 13 weeks old, and she'll be three in a couple months, it's still not quite the same.

Sweetest thing in my life.
Lilly has been with me her entire life, from the time she was weaned from her dam until now. We had a brief separation when I was transitioning from the Marines, but for the most part, I have had her with me always. When I think about her being sixteen years old this year, I get a little emotional, and I can't help but compare her a little bit with a human child. "Wow... sixteen. If she were a person and not a horse, she'd be getting her driver's license." That's how long we've been together.

Always making me smile.
She's seen me through happy times and tough times, countless moves to several states, new jobs, new relationships, and has always been my rock. Changes are always happening in my life, nearly every day it seems, and she is always there. Even if I can't get out to see her, I know she's there. She's there being herself, not needing anything from me, but just waiting until I need her. Always there.

I love her so much, and while today is just another day for her, it's a day that makes me pause and remember just how lucky I am to have her in my life, and how grateful I am for everything she has done for me.

Happy sweet sixteen, my sweet Lilly. May we have at least sixteen more.

Our earliest days together.

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

The Day Has Come

I was hawking the weather all week, counting the days until our first show of 2016, and it was rain, rain, rain. It wasn't the kind of day where it was going to rain nonstop, but it looked like there was definitely going to be rain. I hit up the show manager and asked her when they'd make the decision to use the rain day or go as planned, and she said Friday by 6pm.

I really hate the "Friday by 6pm" answer... Friday by 6pm I want to be cleaning up and heading home for dinner, downtime, and early bedtime. So it's either, go ahead and start the arduous process of packing and cleaning a mostly white horse, or take the gamble and hold off until 6pm.

Well, I decided to hold off, and they went ahead and decided to hold the show anyway. Even though it was going to rain. Even though they have a rain date. On a day with zero rain and bright sunshine. WHY?! She said, "Bring your rain gear!" Ummm, no.

Who wants to show in the rain? Who wants to get their western hat wet, their showmanship halter, their english saddle? Not me. I thought about hauling in later to ride in the western classes after the rain was done, but by that time it was like 2pm.

So no show. I was really excited to show somewhere new. With any luck, I'll be able to show this coming Saturday.

Oh, and this happened over the weekend too.

Not happy...
I'm slowly introducing her to it. We'll do a few hours here and there, then a few days, then put it on her full time for the foreseeable future. She was actually better about it than I thought. She didn't try to shake it off, but she has yet to grasp the concept of snagging grass through the tiny hole on the bottom. She kept trying to grab the grass as if she wasn't wearing the thing. If I was her, I'd be pissed.

It's for her own good and mine, but I hate it.