Category: Horse Play

As we approach daylight-savings (aka sleep-depriving) weekend, spring has arrived. I know the calendar says it’s been here for about ten days, and the blooming jonquils have been proclaiming it’s spring for even longer. But, from my perspective, spring arrived Tuesday. On a college campus, the harbinger of spring is the first visible navel, and… Continue reading Spring Ahead

Have I ever mentioned that I love my horse? I woke up Saturday morning feeling like crap, which was hardly fair since I only had four beers Friday night. I had the usual Saturday morning discussion with myself about whether I wanted to drag my ass out of bed, with the Hell No faction presenting… Continue reading Pick a day, any day

As previously mentioned, Arthur’s mood was a strong indication that his liver malady had been only temporary, and today’s blood test was hopefully going to be just a confirmation. I did have some minor worries about what I would do if the test showed continued problems that weren’t evident in his behavior. Worries are over;… Continue reading He Passed!!

We don’t need no stinkin blood test!! Arthur has an appointment with his vet Friday for a blood test, to see if his health looks as good on paper as he feels under saddle. He’s never seemed to have any sort of vet phobia before, but today he seemed determined to convince me that a… Continue reading We’re back and we’re baaad!

Have I ever mentioned that I love my horse? Well, I do. And today, love was put to the test. In a conflict between his best interests and my own selfish temptation, my love for him won, but it was a tough choice.

Last Wednesday was a wonderful day. The footing was still a little muddy, but aside from that, it was an ideal hunting day. We covered a lot of ground, and ventured into some country we don’t hunt often enough. We didn’t jump much, but when we did, Arthur’s form was impeccable. Life was good. But… Continue reading Did I piss off St. Hubert?

Today was definitely a Super Sunday, although not for the reason that gets way too much attention in the media. It was one of those days that had me spontaneously yelling “I love my horse!”. I almost used that phrase for today’s title, but I’ve already used it once. Actually, I thought I’d also used… Continue reading Super Sunday

December weather has really been the pits. We’ve had lots of rain, followed by a few bitter cold days. The warming trend of the last couple of days has been just enough to turn the ground into the kind of slick mess that no sane person would ride on. However, foxhunters aren’t known for sanity,… Continue reading Flask Hunting

For a while this weekend, it was beginning to look like I’d really made the wrong decision on the weather. Thursday’s hunt was cancelled because of all the rain earlier in the week. I opted to skip Saturday because of the threat of more rain, and keep my fingers crossed for Sunday. When the rain… Continue reading The Quick and the Dead

The showers that had earlier been predicted for today never materialized, and the day dawned cloudy but dry. It might have even been called dismal or dreary by someone less enlightened, but it looked like a perfect hunting day to me. One minor problem was that I felt like crap, and I was reasonably sure… Continue reading No Sprinkles, Just Germs