My new trailer

My mother and I bought this used Hawk trailer. Ky Eliza of "Much ADO About Art Dolls" was the first to guess correctly.

It is a 2-horse, bumper-pull with ramp load and dressing room. We purchased it from a neighbor of my instructor, so it could not have been more convenient. It is well maintained and only lightly used.



The dressing room has saddle racks, bridle hooks, "rumber" floor, and "Abilene" tack trunk. The previous owner kindly left handy things for us, like a rug, stepping stool, and water jug.









She also left us hay nets - with old hay! Well, I'm kidding. Actually we had come by to buy it before she had time to clean it out. Maybe I'll use the old hay to line some plant beds. I hate wasting things.


The padding on the walls and bars is in good shape.






Here are the back windows and ramp. The windows all around the trailer have screens. So we could open the glass to vent but still have screens up.

We had been contemplating driving all the way to Connecticut to look at Hawk trailers. So I'm very glad we had the chance to buy this local one first. It's surprising to me that, in my area, used trailers are still selling quickly. You'd think given the economy that they'd be flooding the market. I heard on the grapevine that an hour after we bought the trailer, someone else I know was on his way to buy it.

Sadly though, I admit I've been so busy I haven't had time to take it for a real test drive. After dumping it in my mother's lawn, it hasn't budged in a couple of weeks.

Any advice for us and our new trailer?

My camera was found...

Photo of "Bottomless Pit" at Pike's Peak


Well after frantically stopping the washer, emptying my pockets (found 8 cents and some used tissues), reorganizing my tack trunk (my tail brush is STILL missing), cleaning out under the bed (found 4 missing socks), I still hadn't found the camera. I'd about given up hope of ever taking another photo again, ever.

My mother was over the next day. "I can't find my glasses! Can you check in your glove box?"

"I just barely went through it. Have you seen my camera? "

"No. I can't drive with out my glasses. I have to find them..."

Anyway, we dug around in our cars again. I had nearly filled a trash bag going through my husband's car when my mother shrieked, "I found them!"

My camera was found cavorting with her glasses in the bottomless pit that's located under the back bench seats of Mom's GMC pickup.

Anyway, someone has correctly guessed what my surprise "large purchase" was. So photos and updates on that, horse shows, and more shortly.

Lost my camera or lost my marbles?

I've searched everywhere: the car, the barn, the basement. It now occurs to me that as I may have left the camera in my barn-coat pocket, which has already entered the spin-cycle.

On it were a ton of pictures of a number of interesting updates; including my "big purchase" I alluded to earlier.

I will go hunt for that camera... and if you see any marbles, please roll them my way.

Money, money, money

In my humble opinion, I'm a natural saver in almost all aspects. But when it comes to horses, spending money is par-for-course. At least I crave a "good deal" above all else.


Here are some of my most recent purchases:

* My favorite place in the whole-wide-world, Sclafani's Warehouse, had gotten in an assortment of equestrian gear from an out-of-business tack shop. I love that place. You never know what you'll find and they are willing to negotiate with regular shoppers. I also enjoyed chatting up the other rummaging riders. At deep discounts I bought an extra "Shed Flower", Avocado Mist, and a stall guard. It all came to under $25.

* I got an extra pair of white breeches at my local tack shop with a 25% off coupon. Since I was on the fence, it became a 30% discount. Not too bad. You never know if you'll get muddy at a show. Naturally it seems like every time I buy "one thing", they faithfully send me a new coupon. Those sneaky people!

* I got a pair of lightly-used Ariat dress boots on eBay for $75 plus shipping. They fit well and are not even broken in yet. Normally that pair is $350+ in stores.

* I visited the Everything Equine fair. It seemed a lot smaller this year. I cannot help but wonder if that is due to the economy. I resisted the typical trade-show wares. But as a perused, I found a booth with a box of VHS tapes for $1 each! As you can imagine, I took a copy of every tape they had. It will be fun to share them with other riders too.


And I made one very large purchase... But you will have to wait for another post! Can you guess what it is?

Huey's secret identity revealed!

Continuing the story from the previous post..

Last summer, when we'd only had Huey for a month, I remember standing with my mother watching him in the pasture. I said to my mother that he looked a lot like Mr. Prospector.


Mr. Prospector was an influential Thoroughbred sire. He had a tendency to pass on "bench knees" (offset). He also had a lumpishly muscled build, to my eye. Huey has both of these characteristics.

Huey was sold to us as an "Appendix Quarter Horse". Since I remembered hearing somewhere that Mr. P showed up in xQHs, the resemblance did not alarm me. Huey came with a lip tattoo, which we could read as "Something-1-(6 or 8)-5-2-1". (Want to know more about tattoo formats? Read more...) Huey's tattoo seemed too long for a QH. So we wondered if the first or last digit was a smudge. We did a few look ups but nothing matched.

Finally the Jockey Club recently began looking up tattoos for free. I re-examined Huey's lip with the assistance of a carrot. The first character looked rather like a faded D. So I sent the JC "D16521" along with photos of Huey. When they sent me a match I was shocked. After a very courteous JC registrar called me and spent time reassuring me, I realized I was convinced.

Huey is...

"Word by Word", a chestnut gelding born March 2, 2000 in Kentucky. His paternal great grandfather is Mr. Prospector. He is out of a mare with Prince John two times, a line reputed to have good temperaments and hunter quality movement.

I immediately emailed the breeder. But I was disappointed to hear that any information on Huey would be in storage and that they were not interested in searching. Undeterred, I looked up his race record. Then I bought a subscription to EquiBase and watched a video of Huey losing his last race. Ah yes, I have trouble motivating him to be forward too.

Huey raced 46 times and won 8 for a career total of $96,195 between 2003 and 2007. He raced almost exclusively at Mountaineer Track in West Virginia. My instructor checked with the trader who sold Huey to us. He remembered that the trader he'd bought Huey from said he'd come from Mountaineer but that guy had said he was a Appendix Quarter Horse. He assumed that was right and hadn't pursued it further (he buys and sells many horses a year). The date checked out as a month or two after Huey's final race. I've sent an email to the racing office to request win photos. Once I can get a photo and get in contact with a person from his past, I will have tied up all the loose ends.

So now we know who Huey is. I had wondered if we ever would. As I said to my mother, Huey doesn't mind. He doesn't know if he is a Quarter Horse or a Thoroughbred or a zebra. He just is who he is. But we promised him a carrot cupcake on March 2nd next year...

Thoughts on some cat topics.

So when I began this series, I asked for your questions, opinions and thoughts. I'm going to include some in this post. Please do share more in comments!

Outdoor cats?

Grey Horse Matters said...

We always had cats when we were children, but haven't since my son was diagnosed with being very allergic to them. Cats are not a part of our 'inside' lives but I was thinking of getting a barn cat to live outside. I've never done this because I've always thought it was mean to make an animal live outside. We do have a heated tack room where the cat could live in the winter months but I'm still undecided. Any thoughts on outside cats.

This is such a thought provoking topic. When I was a child (20 years ago) my family was frankly "eccentric" because we had "indoor only" cats. Times have changed. Now keeping cats indoors is more popular with the folks I know. There are a lot of good reasons to keep your cats indoors. So we always keep our inside. We do take them outside on a leash.

That said, there are far too many cats who are stray. Is it better for a cat to be a "barn cat" than a stray? I think so. A barn cat will be neutered, go to a vet, get regular meals and a warm place to sleep.

My shelter is reluctant to adopt a surrendered house cat out as a barn cat. However, they do have a "Barn Buddies" program. They are former strays who won't adapt well to indoor life. They are adopted out at a reduced fee. You might find a shelter in your area with such a program. Good luck!

By the way, has your son tried the shots? I know next to nothing about them but they helped my uncle live with a house cat.

Kids and cats

Netherfieldmom said...

We also teach our kids that when the cat wants to get down (signaled by squirming, etc.), it is very important to put the cat down gently, not let it spring out of your arms to the ground. This teaches the cat to trust you. The more you try to restrain them when they want to get away, the less they will trust you in the future.

That's really good advice. We don't have kids yet ourselves. We had a dinner party at our house a month ago. A little boy came with his parents. Scout and Sprite had never seen a child before and ran away from him like he was a tornado. But Toodles seems accustomed to children. His mother showed him how to nicely pat the kitty. He picked her up, even though she is almost as big as him, and brought her into the middle of the party. He ended up sharing most of his dinner with her! Toodles says he is welcome back any time.

Toodles is let loose!

This is the final chapter of bringing home Toodles, our new cat. Part 1 and Part 2.

Days 7-10, Toodles gets more space:

After we let Sprite and Scout into the den with Toodles, we decided Toodles could start coming out to meet them. This is a big step because, in Scout and Sprite's minds, Toodles was invading their territory.

We have a door on the stairway which separates our first floor from our second. So we shut it to keep Toodles downstairs. Then we brought Scout and Sprite down with us for the evening. We played with toys and ate more treats. We continued to try to keep the "old cats" from getting too close to the "new cat". Toodles found and used Scout's litter pan. Scout, ever the "boss" kitty, ran in and bit her tail as she exited. Then Scout did some digging and used the pan too. Scout was making it clear that it is her litter pan. Fortunately we had purchased a third pan for Toodles, so that each cat could have her own. I consider 1 pan per cat a minimum, or even 1 extra. We also scoop 2x a day. This helps avoid soiling outside the box.

That night we brought Scout and Sprite back up to bed. We left Toodles downstairs, to roam around on her own. We kept everything like that for a few days.

Day 12, Toodles is let loose!:

We opened the door to the upstairs. Toodles was excited to explore the rest of the house. Scout and Sprite followed her around. After a few hours, the pecking order became apparent. Scout had already established that she was the boss. But she seemed to accept Toodles. By the end of the day they were sitting on the sofa together. However Toodles and Sprite were both jockeying for second place. Mostly they did not come to blows, however there were a few hisses and swats. We were quick to distract them with toys.

For a few days, we kept putting Toodles alone downstairs at night. Finally it looked like Sprite was settling for third place. We decided Toodles could officially join the household permanently!

A few months later: Scout and Toodles have become fairly good friends. They often share a sofa and last night they cooperatively "hunted" a bat that was stuck in the chimney. Meanwhile Sprite and Toodles have learned to grudgingly accept each other, but still occasionally argue. This was a surprise to us. We'd expected when we got a third cat that Scout would have been cranky and that Sprite would have gotten along best. But our cats' personalities are complex and they defied our expectations for them.