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Welcome back, Icarus!

I know… I know how long it’s been since I’ve written. And I have no excuses – only apologies. But I’m back, friends – and I’ve missed y’all more than you know!

So, let’s see… Where do I even begin? It was a fairly rough winter for both Mommy and me. I didn’t know that Southern California winters could get cold enough for me to need a blanket at night! Not all winter, of course… but there were definitely some cold snaps! Even the spring has been riddled with rainy days, chilly nights, allergies and injuries… But I’m officially back to work, getting back into shape, and I’ll be ready to start hitting up some competitions this summer!

A Birthday Bash, or: Finally, Adulthood

In March I turned 8 years old, and I’m sure you know what that means… don’t you?

It means that I have to put away my “foalish” ways and act like a mature adult (even if I don’t feel like one!) But Mommy keeps telling everyone that her “little boy is growing up,” and I think that’s a pretty good indication that I’m successfully faking my way through “adulthood!”

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But that’s not to say that it’s all seriousness all the time, though. You know my Mommy… she loves to have fun and be silly, and she’d never deny me that joy!

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For my eighth birthday, Mommy baked me a carrot cake decorated with frosting and carrot sticks. It was delicious!

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And I have to admit that I’m glad Mommy didn’t get me a silly party hat this year, like she has every year prior. This time when she insisted on giving me a “party hat,” I told her I would just wear a normal, cool hat – because I was the life of the party, anyway!

Thankfully, she agreed – and I got to pick the hat that I wanted to wear.

So, naturally, I stole the one right off of Mommy’s head!

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Making Friends and Influencing… Kitties?

Since the last time we spoke, I’ve done so many fun things and met so many new friends.

Mommy and I have gone on some trail rides with new friends…

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…and we’ve even gone on trail rides alone!

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I became close friends with Miss Olive Kitty…

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And I have to admit… she’s kind of my girlfriend now. We’ve been going steady since the winter. We were friends for a while before that, but there was one particularly rainy week when our bond just rapidly grew. Olive and I were both pretty bummed about the weather. And I know that we need the rain, but rainy days – and especially rainy weeks – mean that we can’t work or even go outside to play. And in Southern California, rainy winter days are usually pretty chilly, too!

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I get to see Olive every day, and it makes me happy that she and Mommy get along, too. Because, you know, sometimes “the parent” and “the significant other” don’t get along all that well! But we three – we’re a happy little family.

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 I even got to start giving lessons to one of my friends, a girl named Madi! She’s much younger than Mommy, but she rides me just like Mommy does, and I love getting to jump and have fun with her! 

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Now, even though I’ve been having a blast and loving my life, not everything I’ve done has been fun. Sometimes, there are things we have to do that aren’t fun, but they’re still necessary.

Like getting my feet trimmed and having new shoes tacked on…

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And going to the dentist… (Or, in my case, having the dentist come to me!)


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Although, I have to say, I’m incredibly lucky because my farrier, Tim Shannon (from Tim’s Horseshoeing in Southern California) is the BEST farrier in the WORLD – and he’s really nice!

And my dentist – who is also my vet, Tiffany K. Porter, D.V.M. – is one of Mommy’s oldest friends, and she’s also really, really nice! And that definitely helps to make those “necessary evils” a lot less “evil.”

Getting Back in the Game 

Now, I haven’t been jumping all that much lately, because (in true “Icchy” form, of course) I’ve been repeatedly getting hurt and having to heal… even getting some “hay fever” type allergy attacks and having to take more time off… And every time I take time off, I have to take even more time to get back into shape. But Mommy and I have been back to our normal workout schedule for a while now, and we’re both getting pretty fit… So I think we’ll be jumping again very soon! And when we do, I’ll be sure to write and tell you all about it, maybe even with some photos and videos! (And don’t worry… I won’t take another year to do it!)

Well, friends, it’s been so nice talking to you again… I missed you. I really did. I’m sorry again that I was gone for so long, but I’ll talk to y’all soon… And that’s a promise!

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Redeemed and the Rattlesnake

It has been a pretty exciting week, friends – starting with last weekend!

So, do you remember in my last blog post, when I confessed that I had behaved rather poorly in my workout? And I said that I would just behave if I were to do my workout over again (so that I wouldn’t have to work on a circle forever and ever and ever)?

Well, because my Mommy is so loving and forgiving and redeeming, (are you reading this, Mommy?) in her infinite wisdom (don’t forget to bring the carrots!) she decided to give me another chance to prove that my mind was in the game the very next day, just like I had hoped for! We went down to the lower arena where my new friends were waiting in their field, just on the other side of the arena wall – egging me on and calling me over to hang out with them – and I was able to prove to Mommy that I was going to pay attention only to her and not to anything else! I gave my friends a brief hello and a quick apology for not being able to go out and play… and then I got right down to work.

It turns out that Mommy had a wonderful, fun-filled workout planned for us – as long as I behaved better than I had the day before.

And what was that “surprise” workout plan, you ask?

JUMPING! What else?! Of course, I did behave better than I had the day before because in my own infinite wisdom, I knew that Mommy had been wanting to jump again… and, knowing exactly how my Mommy thinks, I knew that she would use this learning experience as a chance to “reward” me with my favorite thing in the world! (Well, next to marshmallows, that is…) Anyway, her plan worked. Good plan, Mommy.

Okay, lets get to the even more exciting part: Mommy and I saw a rattlesnake!

After Mommy had hopped down off my back and we were leaving the arena, I heard a sound that I’d never heard before in my entire life – but one that was completely unmistakeable. The eerie, hissing, rattling sound of a rattlesnake!  Before Mommy had even realized what the sound was, I turned on my heels and I was OUTTA THERE! I did not need to stop and look at it. I already knew what it would look like – even though I’d never seen one – and I was pretty sure it looked like this:

Raaawwwwrrr! Hiiiissssss! I will eat you in one big bite!!!

Raaawwwwrrr! Hiiiissssss! I will eat you in one big bite!!!

After I broke free from Mommy’s grasp, I ran around to the other side of the arena before getting tangled up in my reins (don’t worry; I didn’t step on them and they didn’t break – they only hindered my escape!) and then Mommy came and got me. She made me walk back over to where the snake was (again, don’t worry; we didn’t get very close that time) and we both got a brief glimpse of what it looked like. I was right! It looked just like that photo, but a hundred times bigger and scarier and meaner and angrier! But the scariest part was that Princess, my kitty friend who likes to take naps in Mommy’s lap while she’s on my back, was sitting in the grass stalking the rattlesnake! I couldn’t take it. I bolted again – and that time, I almost took Mommy’s arm with me!

Mommy caught up to me just as I stepped through my reins again, and at that moment a woman came running out from the barn asking if Mommy and I were okay. Aside from me having almost ripped Mommy’s arm completely off of her body (sorry, Mommy… I didn’t mean to!), we were fine. Mommy told the lady that there was “a rattler over there” and that Princess was staring at it, about to get eaten in one single gulp. (Okay, maybe I added that last part in myself. But that was the gist of it.) The lady grabbed a couple rocks and threw them toward Princess to scare her away before running to alert the media that the biggest, scariest rattlesnake in existence was currently hissing and rattling right next to the arena!

The end result?

The rattlesnake was beheaded with a machete.

Boy, it sure was exciting! Not that I saw the beheading or anything. I’m not sure I could have handled that, to be honest with y’all.

Anyway, after we’d gone through our routine of cooling out, taking a shower, getting liniment on my legs, eating grass while drying off, getting groomed and then eating my grain mash, Mommy headed home… and I decided to have a nice, long roll in my shavings. There’s really nothing like a good roll to relax a horse after a hard workout and an exciting, near-death experience with a rattlesnake.

To my great embarrassment, however – and I was only embarrassed because my Aunt Bonnie and our friend, Shelley, were there watching me – I rolled a little too close to the side of my stall and got my right hind shoe stuck on the wire mesh. Trying my best to act nonchalant as I attempted to get up, I pulled as hard as I could and yanked the shoe right off! I didn’t hurt myself, though, and I only broke off a little piece of my hoof. I buried the shoe deep in the shavings so that Mommy wouldn’t see it, because I did not want to tell her what I had done. If Mommy asked me where my shoe was (because I knew she would see right away that I had lost one when she came back in the evening), I planned on playing dumb and telling her that I had no idea what happened or where it could have “fallen” off.

Well, as it turns out, I didn’t get off the hook that easily because my Aunt Bonnie told Mommy all about the incident!  But Mommy wasn’t mad; she just wanted to find my shoe so that I didn’t step on it and get a nail through my hoof. (And, Aunt Bonnie, if you’re reading this – don’t worry. I’m not mad at you for telling on me! I still love you very much. Just keep those treats coming and you can tell on me all you want!)

In the end, though, I guess it was actually a good thing that Aunt Bonnie told Mommy what happened, because Mommy new exactly where to look for my shoe and quickly found it where I’d hidden it.

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Mommy called my new friend, Tim the Horseshoer, and he came out in an incredibly timely manner to put my shoe back on. (Mommy called him on Sunday and he was there on Monday evening!) He even put some acrylic filler in the spot where I broke a little of my hoof wall off, which was pretty cool. He filled in the spot with wet acrylic stuff, let the acrylic dry and then sanded it down so that it looks and acts just like my actual hoof! If you don’t know it’s there, you can’t even tell.

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He’s a nice guy and he really treats me very well. I tried to be on my best behavior, and I wasn’t nervous with him at all because I can tell that he really loves me and cares about my well-being. He works with lots of Thoroughbreds and some really famous horses, too, so I know that he’s the perfect farrier for me! He told Mommy that he wanted to see me out there competing in the jumpers arena, and I seconded that wholeheartedly!

I only had my shoe off for about two days, but I was very happy to get it back on again because I wasn’t allowed to work while I was missing a shoe! And having two days off in a row is like torture when you have as much energy as I do! Although I have to give Mommy a lot of credit; even though she wouldn’t let me run around in the arena or anything like that, she made sure that I got out to graze for multiple hours each day. One morning, she was there for almost 5 hours! She and I got to watch the sunrise while I grazed, which was really beautiful.

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And, of course, my friend Olive hung out with us for a long time.

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Princess even came to hang out with us for a while, too!

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I really love having so many friends here in California.

Anyway, the morning after I got my shoe back on, Mommy came to the barn and turned me out in the arena. She said that I had been very well behaved the past two days, but that she knew how much energy I had – so she was going to give me to opportunity to get it all out in any way that I wanted to, instead of riding me and making me get right back to work.

I thought that was very nice of her.

So, how did I choose to expel my energy, you might ask?

I danced! I jumped and I spun and I kicked up my heels!

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I imagined that I was at one of Daddy’s rock-and-roll concerts and I jumped right into the “mosh pit!”

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I showed off how fancy I can be, just to hear Mommy tell me that I’m gorgeous!

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I ran and galloped and pretended that I was a racehorse again!

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And, of course, I paid homage to the mountains and the clouds, because they were watching my every dance move (and cheering me on)!

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Well, since then, it’s been work as usual… But that’s not so bad – I love working! I feel like I’m getting into better and better shape every day, which is a really good thing because Mommy and I need to get back to jumping five feet as soon as we can! I miss it, so I know she must miss it, too.

Anyway, friends, I think that’s about all I have to report today. I’ll have Mommy take some more photos of Robin and her baby soon so that you can see how much the little filly is growing. She sure is a cutie – and so is her Mama!

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And on that note, I’ll catch y’all later…

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A Fearless Princess

One of the things that I love the most about California – as I know I’ve mentioned before – is how friendly and outgoing everyone is here, and how easy it is to make friends!

You see, I’ve always been able to make friends with humans pretty easily, being that I’m super lovable and sweet (and handsome and charming) (and modest!). Most of the horses I’ve met have ended up wanting to be my friends, too… except for the ones who had a major chip on their withers (which honestly haven’t been that many). I’ve even made friends with some dogs – like Annie, the dog I became friends with when I lived at my Aunt Joyce’s house in New York.

But all my life, I’ve always wanted to make friends with a kitty. There’s just something about them; they’re so regal and independent. If you win the hard-earned love and friendship of a kitty, you know you’ve done something worthwhile. (Not like winning the friendship of a dog, where all you have to do is glance in their general direction and you’ve won them over. Don’t get me wrong, though; I’m pretty much the same way. I love making friends with dogs – because my friendship is just as easy to win!)

Anyway, I’m sure most of you remember Rocky the Kitty, right? He was a kitty that I became friends with in Tennessee. He was shy and a little nervous at first, but we quickly became buddies. The only bad part about my friendship with Rocky was that he didn’t like to hug or cuddle – and I love to hug and cuddle. 

Then, when I moved out here to California, I became friends with a kitty named Olive and also with her barn-sister, a kitty named Becky. They’re both wonderful and love to hang out with Mommy and me. But I have finally met a kitty who takes the entire carrot-cake. She’s probably my best kitty friend in the whole world, and I’ve barely known her a single day!

Yesterday, while Mommy and I were working, we noticed that we had an audience.

Look, Mommy! There's Princess!

Look, Mommy! There’s Princess!

So, when it was time to take a break, we went over to say hello.

Princess gave me the warmest, friendliest hello of any kitty I’ve ever met before. She gave me a “kitty hug” before I’d even had a chance to introduce myself!

Well, hello there, Princess! It's nice to finally meet you up close!

Well, hello there, Princess! It’s nice to finally meet you up close!

Mommy leaned down to pet Princess and say hello, too, and then Princess did something completely unexpected.

She climbed right up into Mommy’s lap… on my back!

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I stood really still, because I didn’t want to scare her – but I should have known better. Any Princess who is brave enough to climb onto a horse’s back is clearly fearless!

As soon as she hopped up into the saddle, I could feel that weird, happy vibration that humans call “purring.” (I don’t know how those kitties do it, but I sure wish I could purr. There are lots of occasions when I would purr if I could, like when Daddy used to massage my ears… Or when I’m eating my grain!)

Anyway, Princess was apparently so happy to be sitting on my back that she decided to take a nap. That was fine with me, though, because it meant that I could take a longer break and just hang out, eating grass over the wall!

You just sleep as loooong as you want to, Princess!

You just sleep as loooong as you want to, Princess!

Mommy thought it was absolutely hysterical that Princess just jumped up into her lap while she was on my back, but I thought it was really cool. I knew that Princess and I would be best friends forever!

Now THAT is a happy kitty!

Now THAT is a happy kitty!

Eventually, Mommy told Princess that she’d either have to ride double with us while I finished my workout, or that she would have to get back down and watch from the sidelines. After a few more cuddles and a big hug (and head-scratchies from Mommy, which made Princess purr even louder), my newest kitty friend hopped back down onto the wall and wandered off to catch some mice, or sleep in the sunshine, or whatever it is that Princesses do in their free time.

Yep, I think I’m really going to love it here in California… In fact, I already do!

That’s about all I’ve got for you today, friends. I’ll continue to keep you updated on my California adventures; I’m sure there are many more to come. Catch y’all later!

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California Culture

Well, I’ve been living in California for almost three weeks now, and I think it’s about time for me to report on what I’ve learned.

Important Facts About California:

  • This time of year, the nights get chilly (but not quite “Tennessee-cold”) and the days get hot rather quickly.
  • The sun actually does shine as much as “they” say it does, but so far it’s not as humid as Tennessee or Florida… or even New York. (I guess we’ll see what the summer brings!)
  • Psyllium, although I haven’t had any yet, is definitely a necessity here because there is a lot of sand – and Mommy told me that Psyllium will help to clean out the sand from inside my belly.
  • People (and horses and cats) are as warm and friendly as the weather here, which makes it really easy to make friends. I’ve made quite a few friends already; even the horses who were grumpy at first and swore they’d never be my friend have warmed up to me (and some of them even whinny at me when they see me coming!)
  • The Alfalfa hay here in California is like candy, it’s so delicious.
  • Palm trees look neat, but I can’t really form an opinion on them until I’ve had a chance to taste them… which I don’t think will ever happen, because they’re all really tall.

I guess there’s more, but that about sums up what I’ve learned thus far about the culture and the environment. I’ll share more of my findings as I learn more about this amazing state. (After all, I still haven’t gone out on a trail ride yet!)

The Most Important Ingredient

I’ve been getting into a pretty good routine here, but I know it’s probably going to change a few times. For now, though, I get to see Mommy twice a day (every day!) and I’ve already made a few friends, like I mentioned before. The best part is that I’ve made friends with a fairly wide range of species, including horses, cats and humans. And friends are the most important ingredient in the recipe of life… that is, aside from family!

My friends, Splash and Sally

The first friends I made, of course, were Ringo and Chip – but Chip actually moved on to a different barn to become a dressage superstar. From what he told me, he loves dressage and was pretty excited to pursue his passion. I’m happy for him, but I do miss him.

I didn’t get a chance to miss him for long, however, before a new friend moved in. This sweet, older mare named Splash now lives next to me in Chip’s old stall. (She’s the one who told me at first that she didn’t want to be my friend.) When I came over to say hello to her the day she moved in, she pinned her ears and squealed at me like I’d done something wrong. Of course, I’ve gotten that reaction from horses before (though not very often – I’m much too lovable for that), so I wasn’t really phased by it. I simply gave her a minute and then tried another tactic. I very casually told her how my Mommy loves to share my treats with my friends (and there are always lots of treats to be shared), so friendship with me definitely had a couple upsides.

After a moment’s contemplation, Splash said that she’d give me a trial period. But the first time Mommy came through with carrots for everyone, Splash realized that I hadn’t been fibbing – and I think it solidified our new friendship instantly. Now, after I’ve been out of my stall for a while, she even whinnies to me when I come back!

On the other side of Splash is a pretty little gray mare named Sally. I met Sally one day when she was running around in the arena and showing off how beautifully she moves. Mommy wanted to go for a walk, but I was too captivated by Sally; I just wanted to stay and watch her dance! Sally’s human is named Elizabeth. She and her Mommy, Shelley, are two of my other new friends. They’re both very sweet and always say hello when they see me. Shelley is also a trainer at my barn!

Khalid, I think you're my new best friend.

Khalid, I think you’re my new best friend.

Another friend that I’ve made is this older horse named Khalid. He’s not in the Mare Motel where Sally, Splash, Ringo and I live; he’s actually up the hill in one of the pipe corrals. I met him one day while Mommy and I were taking a walk around the property, as we do every so often (for exercise and a change of scenery). When I got to his corral, he came right over to the fence to say hello. I don’t know what it was about him, but he and I made an instant connection! We started grooming on one another and declared each other our new “besties.”

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Seriously, dude… Do you want me to take that off for you?

Khalid wears a big fly mask that I always want to take off for him. I’ve never actually asked him if he even likes wearing it – I just know that I don’t like to wear my fly mask (it makes my face itchy, even though it keeps the flies off of it), so one day I unfastened the velcro for him. He seemed to think it was pretty funny, and I bet he would have let me take the whole thing off for him… but Mommy told me to stop before I got that far. “Not everyone hates their fly mask the way you do, Icchy,” she said to me as she re-fastened the velcro. “Khalid might actually like having his on. It keeps the flies off of his face – and it’s like wearing sunglasses! You’d be a better friend if you left it on for him!”

I supposed that Mommy had a pretty good point, so the next time I saw Khalid I just shared my carrots with him instead of trying to take off his fly mask. (But that still doesn’t stop me from taking of my own fly mask whenever Mommy puts it on my face!)

Two more human friends I’ve made are Bernie and Lou. They are so nice! They always bring carrots and give everyone some as a special treat. I haven’t really made friends with their horses, Lady and Whisky, but I know I’m going to. Lady is also a retired racehorse – just like me! But she squeals at me when I try to come over to her and say hello, so I don’t want to make her uncomfortable. I know she’ll warm up to me one day soon, and then I’ll be able to make friends with Whisky, as well!

I love you, Aunt Bonnie!

I love you, Aunt Bonnie!

Anyway, I didn’t tell you about my Aunt Bonnie yet, or about her boy, Chief. My Aunt Bonnie is the one who spoils me the most (aside from my Mommy, of course). I love her! She’s always bringing me over treats and little buckets filled with the most delicious hay pellets. I mean, you’d think they’d be boring because they’re just hay made into pellets, right? Wrong! They’re scrumptious and I love eating them! Mommy said that they give me green lipstick, but I don’t mind – especially because Mommy said green lipstick looks good on me. (How could it not? Everything looks good on me!) I try to let my Aunt Bonnie know how much I appreciate her by giving her lots of kisses (without the lipstick). But I think she probably already knows that I love her. After all… she’s my Aunt Bonnie!

Hey, Chief!

And do you know what the best part is? My Aunt Bonnie’s boy, Chief, is another one of my good friends! We met one day when I was walking around with Mommy. We didn’t have to walk very far because Chief lives in the row of pipe corrals right next to the Mare Motel! It was another one of those instant connections; we met and began grooming on each other immediately. Chief is a big sweetheart and has lots of love and patience to go around. Do you know what Chief does? Among many other things, he gives lessons to children with disabilities. He keeps them safe and gives them confidence. He’s basically a superstar! That’s probably why we got along so well to begin with – we’re both superstars! (I know, I know… I’m supposed to try to be more modest… But come on, we all know it’s true!)

Now, I know I’ve told you about my kitty friend, Olive. (She’s the one who came over and hung out with me while I worked and then even stayed to graze with me afterward.) But I’ve made more than just one kitty friend; there are so many cats at this barn who love to be around us horses! That makes me pretty happy. Y’all know how much I love making friends, big and small.

So, aside from Olive, my next best-kitty-friend is Becky. She’s a pretty little Calico cat and she loves to hang out with me, whatever I’m doing. She even comes into my stall and cuddles with me sometimes while Mommy grooms on me. When she’s hanging out with me, I try to stand really still so I don’t accidentally step on her or scare her – but she seems to be very familiar with horses and knows when to get out of the way. She’s so fast! She can jump so high! And, from what I hear, she’s a really good hunter, too. Becky likes to rub her body and her tail against me, and Mommy told me that’s like giving a hug in kitty language. I love hugs; I’ll take all the hugs I can get!

My special little friend, Becky.

My special little friend, Becky.

There are a couple other kitties at the barn who I don’t know that well yet, but they still like to come and hang out with me. Sometimes they even watch me work in the mornings, which is awesome, because – as anyone who knows me knows – I love having an audience. It’s nice when my friends come and watch me work because it gives me a chance to show off a little bit – even when it’s just a group of my kitty friends. Having anyone there, though, gives me confidence and makes me want to work even harder than I already do!

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A lot of the time, on a hot, sunny day, I see the kitties sitting together on the patio of the show barn. They’re all such good friends; it makes me happy to see them enjoying their life. These lucky cats get to roam around the property during the day, making friends and hanging out with humans and horses and each other – and sometimes even catching the mice and rats who like to try to steal our grain. And then, at night, they get to sleep indoors, safe from all of the scary animals who lurk in the darkness at night, just waiting to catch a small kitty for a midnight snack. It’s clear that their humans give them the best of everything… just like my own humans do for me!

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Not All Fun And Games… But Mostly

Now, in case you were starting to think that my life mainly consists of hanging out and making friends… well, I guess that’s actually true. But I do still work very hard on a(n almost) daily basis. As many of you know, it’s my goal to become a “Grand Prix Jumper” someday in the very near future, and that means that I have to practice and get into the best shape of my life! Last year, I had a lot of time off because of a couple misplaced nails in my shoes, and then the winter in Tennessee was cold and rainy and snowy – so I arrived in California with very little muscle and even less stamina, because it had been so long since I’d had a consistent workout schedule. But that all changed the day I arrived in Sunny SoCal. It was time to get into shape and start really working toward my goals! Mommy said that she was out of shape too, though, so we would be able to get into shape together.

Mommy and I have both been working very hard. We don’t work more than 4 or 5 days each week, though – and never 5 days in a row – because Mommy feels that resting after a hard workout is just as important as the workout itself. She doesn’t want me to get degenerative joint disease, which is a real possibility for horses who work as hard as I do! So the days of rest give my muscles and joints a chance to repair themselves, which in turn makes me even stronger. Of course, “a day of rest” doesn’t mean that I just sit in my stall all day, bored and unfulfilled. Sometimes it means I get to go for a long walk around the property with Mommy, saying hello to all of the friends I’ve made.

All my friends

And it usually means that I get turned out in the arena, where I get to run and play and roll and buck as much as I want to! Mommy doesn’t chase me or make me run on my days off; I only run if I want to, but I almost always buck and roll and take some time to act silly!

Acting Silly

My workouts have been getting increasingly more difficult since landing here in California. We started out with light, easy workouts, just aiming to get back into the swing of things. At first, that was plenty; I was out of breath after a twenty minute workout… and so was Mommy. But we’ve been increasing the length and intensity of our workouts as we both get into better shape.

We work out at all different times of the day, too. Most of the time we ride mid-morning, but sometimes Mommy rides in the evening – and sometimes, we get up before the sun even peeks out over the hills of the canyon where we live!

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Because I’ve been working so hard and trying my best to focus and behave every time Mommy and I ride, I got rewarded by getting to jump a little bit! The jump was really small, though, and it made me frustrated because I miss jumping BIG jumps! I mean, I used to jump five feet high, before the “hot nail incidents,” so why can’t I just go back to jumping five feet again right now?!

Well, I found out the answer to that after jumping a little, tiny jump a few times in a row: I was sore! Even though the jump was small, I was using muscles that I hadn’t used in a while. Then I understood why Mommy was torturing me by making me jump something that seemed too small to be worth the effort. She knew I’d be sore the next day, and she wants to make sure that I work my way back up to those big jumps slowly. She even gave me a liniment bath afterward and wrapped my legs in standing wraps, which I was pretty happy about, because it helped keep my legs from “stocking up,” or getting swollen, when I went back to my stall.

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After another week’s worth of flat work, Mommy decided that I deserved another day of fun. So one morning, instead of riding me and doing our normal workout, Mommy turned me out in the arena and let me gallop around. Then, to my surprise, she set up a small jump and let me go over it by myself, without her on my back!

It’s been a long time since I’ve “free jumped,” and it was a lot of fun. Mommy actually ended up putting me on the lunge line, though, because she didn’t want me wasting too much energy by galloping all around the huge arena after each jump; she knew I’d be tired and sore enough just from jumping. I had so much fun! I even got to jump a small oxer! Mommy let me jump as many times as I wanted to, until I was so tired that I could only trot over the jump. I wanted to keep jumping, even at a trot, but Mommy said that it was probably enough for the day.

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Because I had worked so hard and I was so tired after free jumping, Mommy decided that I should walk on the hot-walker. Of course, she let me walk around in the arena first (and roll, because I was itchy and sweaty), but she wanted to make sure that I walked enough, so that I wouldn’t tie up or colic or get really, really sore.

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After walking on the hot-walker for a while, Mommy gave me a liniment bath and wrapped my legs in standing wraps again, too. Then we got to hang out and graze for a while before I went back to my stall and took a long nap! I’m usually pretty exhausted after my workouts, but it’s a good feeling because it means that I’m officially back in the game! 

Today I got two extra special treats. Not only did Mommy’s human parents come to see me, which was really exciting and fun, but they also brought me a scrumptious carrot cake cupcake with delicious cream cheese frosting that Mommy’s sister-in-law made for Easter! At first, I didn’t know what to make of it and I accidentally spat it out. But then I regretted that immediately! Mommy picked it up and took the dirt off of it before giving it back to me, and then I gobbled it up!

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Actually, those weren’t even the only two special treats that I got today. While Mommy and I were working in the lower arena, I was trying to be on my best behavior and show off a little for her parents (because, as I’ve said, I love having an audience). Since I was being such a good boy, Mommy decided that I would get to jump a little bit today, too! That made me very happy, not only because I love jumping, but because it meant I’d have a chance to show off a little bit more for “my audience!” We still only jumped a small jump – but it was still a lot of fun. And since I’d gotten to free jump a few days before, I didn’t feel the need to rush or get silly when I was jumping today! Mommy was very proud of me and I could tell that her human parents were, too!

Jumping!

Everything is Meaningful

Mommy said that the most important thing right now – in regard to jumping, anyway – is that I stay calm and listen to her, instead of getting excited and trying to rush over the jump or take control. She promised me that I’d get to move up to bigger jumps pretty soon, as long as I keep working hard on my flatwork and grid work, and focus on everything she asks me to do.

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She assured me that even the boring exercises have a purpose; if I try my best, even at the exercises that I don’t particularly enjoy, then I’ll be back into shape and ready to start jumping courses again in no time! Then again, I’m sure that “no time” means something different to her than what it means to me… I have to admit, though, I really don’t mind working hard when Mommy and I ride because she gives me lots of love and attention, and she allows me to have a lot of fun, too. I mean, I wouldn’t have been able to make as many friends as I have if she didn’t come to the barn to spend so much time with me and make sure that I’m not bored and lonely. She also promised that we’ll get to go out for a trail ride soon so that I don’t have to be in the arena all of the time. Although, I must say, having three arenas to work in makes the arena work much more interesting!

Anyway, I’m sure there’s more that I could tell you – as always – but I’m about ready to hit the shavings and get some sleep. So I’ll catch y’all later!

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