lantairvlea: (lantair look)

This is how Rolo looks when she flops on the patio. She is very athletic and has a surprising amount of endurance for a bulldog. Chris took her for a walk around the house this morning and she only flopped twice. Once when he first put the leash on in the house and the second time in the yard. She jumped up like a bolt when Chris opened the little yard gate, however.

In the evening between 8 and 9 she tends to get a bit hyper before crashing for the night. She plays fetch pretty well and gets about five good runs in before she starts slowing down.

We continue to be grateful she is a sturdier dog as little men like to lay and roll on her. We try to keep this to a minimum, but don't stress too much now that she weighs almost as much as Tristan.

As of next week all of my broken toe students will be back, yay!

I worked on the painting some more this morning/afternoon. More work on the wagon. I'm hoping to finish the main wagon part next time I sit down with it, which might not be until Monday. The good news is the art classes are off the next two weeks so the three hours I would have spent doing that can be redirected to finishing the painting. Fingers crossed I can bang it out by the end of the month.

Now it's getting the other wheels to look as good as the first one...

By surface area the painting is about 75% or more done, but the devil is in the details and at this point a lot of it is details!

I pestered Tru-D today with the 13" Western saddle. I even slid the blanket off of her head as well as tossing it up her neck and sliding it off of her rump. The saddle was tossed on from both sides before I cinched it up. We did a brief walk before I checked the cinch and sent her out on the lunge line in all three gears. She cruised around about how she has been going so next time I might get out the 14" which had a back cinch to introduce something new to the equation. She's already had the surcingle with breastplaye and crupper sonl I don't think a back cinch will be much of an issue, but it's good to introduce all of the things!

I need to call Tom and see if he had the billets on my surcingle done yet (Cinnamon busted one of them and since Bud already popped one that I had repaired I figure replacing all of the billets with thicker leather would be the best option). I'd like to do some more ground driving with Tru-D but don't feel comfortable doing it with the saddle just yet.


Mar. 26th, 2016 09:38 pm
lantairvlea: (lantair look)
Three new clients started this week and one last week. I am running out of time slots. I did 25 lessons this week and that's considering I had a few cancellations too. Busy, busy, busy!

I have been trying to get both Cinnamon and Tru-D worked during the week. Tru-D is really picking up on stepping over from the whip aid no matter where I am standing. She gets a little too sensitive at times and as I move the whip to position she will start to move over. I am pleased with her sensitivity, but do not want her getting herself anxious through anticipating. I took her on a walk yesterday around the house and she was pretty brave marching over the crumpled tarp after eyeballing to start. I also took her briefly across the street. She got a little excited for the neighbor's boarders dancing around, but stayed manageable.

Cinnamon did better today on the long lines. She was pretty respectful in the arena and did better when I ground drove her around the house. When I grumped at her for trying to eat she swished her tail and swung her butt, which was much better tban her kicking out and half-bucking last time. Cinnamon definitely has her opinions. At this point I need to start introducing sounds and decide if I am going to try fitting Kitt's harness to her or not.

Chewy is so fat. I'll be checking her weight in a couple weeks to see if I need to do something more with her feed. There isn't much I can do in the way of increasing her workload. She did eight lessons this week and usually does that and sometimes more. If I can get her to trim down I'll have to check her thyroid. If it's off it wouldn't be too surprising since she is coming 25, but I hope it's just a matter of me not paying enough attention as she started gaining back and I just need to get her ration rebalanced.

Rolo has a collar now she wears during the day. She thinks it is heavy and burdensome.

lantairvlea: (lantair look)
Acrylic Fjord painting progress.

The foal turned out way more painterly than initially intended. I'm debating if I want to repaint the mare, try to smooth out the foal, or just let it be the way it is. I will be adding some sort of ground line and debating on being a bad painter and redoing the background. Not sure. If all else fails I can always paint over everything because that is the glory of paint!

Rolo is a strange little dog. She's about 32 pounds and dense as a brick.

Also don't believe the people who say bulldogs are dumb. They are not. They're just a bit muleish and have to know what's in it for them and then decide if it's worth the effort.

Sometimes she comes great. Other times she stares at you like "and why should I do that?" Food isn't always enough to inspire her either.
lantairvlea: (New filly)
Twenty-one lessons this week, two client horses worked, and the two classes at the private school so 25 hours of "active" work. I also got Tru-D worked today and Tabbi got worked by one of my working students, which I think will work out nicely.

I have another I can trust to work Tabbi too and hope to eek in a training session from me once a week to move her forward in her training along with getting her more fit. We had Chatham out for fall shots today and we discussed Tabbi a bit. Her coat appears a bit scruffy still despite her diet with rice bran, oil, mineral and hoof supplements. Once we get some days consistently below 80 we may do another blood sample and maybe consider a urine sample.

Tru-D did quite well today. Try number two with the long lining and this time the reins through the surcingle. I ended up working on getting her over a cavelleto, which we spent a good few minutes working on as she would rush, occasionally hit it, and get herself terribly kerfuppled. She did eventually walk it in both directions. She's not sure about the "woah" aid yet, which we'll work on. She can suck her neck into her chest really well and easily (not necessarily a good thing) and is nicely flexible in both directions. I think she is going to end up with a more Haflinger action over the Belgian (more hock and knee action). I think I'll work her a couple more times in the halter before switching over to the sidepull. She was pushing her nose into the pressure a bit, more like flipping it, but she hasn't experienced much backward pressure yet and using the surcingle rings disrupts my ability to jiggle the inside rein as I have done with lungeing to ask her to slow down.

My ride on Oakley this week went both faster and slower. He was much happier to walk at the start so we worked in gait, trot, and canter. There were still a good amount of circles and we had a few wider areas that I worked him to the right specifically to help improve his bend and getting some weight off of his right shoulder so he can extend it better. He tends to throw his left shoulder forward and pile his weight on the right, which is probably why he only takes his left lead. I did have a couple moments where he felt like he could take his right lead so we'll build on that. He likes to creep into the canter and we had a few moments where I did a pulley rein check and also others were we did some one-rein stops until he was listening again. Hoping to improve his "race brain" for her in the next few rides.

Bud did really awesome for Sue today. She drove almost the whole time. I took him past the irrigation ditch he had trouble with on Wednesday and I must have done something right when we trotted tiny circles until he marched past it because this time he flicked an ear at it and that was it. I also had him as we came up to their place as two ATVs drove past, which thankfully they were respectful and slowed and Bud walked by like they weren't a deal.

Tru-D was a little weirded out when she did her shot as we had the horses up closer to the road due to mud rather than back behind the house. Poor thing got stuck three times. The first time the needle slipped out just as he was going to depress it and she sidestepped, the second time he caught a blood vessel, and time three we were good to go.

Cinnamon did fairly well for hers. She's always been a pill about it, but continues to make small improvements. Stuffing her with cookies helped.

Sunny's mouth looks horrendous. It is no longer in the corner and has migrated towards her chin. The ulcer is almost as big as my palm and has some proud flesh going on. Marty is going to have him freeze it and do a biopsy to see what we're dealing with now. As much past dewormer as has been smeared on the thing we don't think we're dealing with the parasites anymore.

I ordered Marty one of the Moss Rock Endurance Evolution bridles for her birthday/Christmas. It came this week and I snuck out to check the fit on her two mares. Looks pretty good! Now I just need to wait a month for her birthday (sometimes I plan ahead).

Rolo now has a fenced in yard we can turn her out in so we don't have to stand out with her, which has been nice.
lantairvlea: (lantair look)
We haven't seen Festus since sometime last week. He turned ten years old this year and had been the absolute best barn cat. Technically he was Dave and Marty's, but he seemed to have a thing for me too. He would sit up on the mounting block for scratches during lessons.

He's been gone for days before and shown back up, most notably when we think he got stuck in our neighbor's storage container a couple years ago. We're not quite sure if he'll be coming back and Marty is thinking the worst. He's probably over 20 pounds and fit, not fat.

Tristan would pick him up under Festus' arms and pretty much drag him around and of course Kelhan tries the same. He's also been very good with Rolo teaching her to be respectful. Just the best, easy going cat and he would eat the occasional gopher too.

Come home Festus, and if you can't I hope your end was quick and painless.

lantairvlea: (lantair look)
I had some minutes so I pulled out Tru-D and the long lines today. I kept the outside line over her back initially and then dropped it down once she relaxed a little. I had a student handy to snap some phone video.

I left the lines out of the surcingle rings because I wanted it to feel like normal lungeing to start and so I didn't have to swap the reins around when I changed sides (putting the outside one through the ring and leaving the inside one loose). I think she did pretty well for a first time and looking forward to introducing either a sidepull or the cross-under bridle. I think we're on our way to having her ground driving by the end of the year.

Completely unrelated, the last few mornings Tristan had been up between 4 and 5:30am wanting a cold feely blanket (a small, square blanket with ribbon edges that he likes having an ice pack in apparently). This morning I showed him where they were in the freezer and told him he could get it himself next time. The more annoying part is Rolo hears him and must go outside to potty Right Now. Children and puppies.
lantairvlea: (New filly)
I pulled Tru-D out today because I couldn't remember the last time I actively worked with her. She has pretty much had the summer off, which isn't entirely a bad thing for a yearling.

I measured her too and she's gained close to 120lbs since May and is now 14.2 (she was 14 hands flat). No wonder it seems like she has sprouted, she is now taller than Kitt! Still needs about 300 pounds to match Kitt's weight, but I don't think we have to worry too much about her making that benchmark either.

I tacked her up with the surcingle, breastplate, and crupper and for the first time I did it entirely in the cross-ties. She stood really well.

I started out with some desensitizing with the whip. She wiggled the first round, but then stood good and solid, even when I did the figure eight in front of her slapping the ground on both sides, which was a new one for her.

I then lunged her and she did okay on her circles, occasionally wandering in and out, but nothing terrible. She got a little quick and choppy in her trot here and there and I would check in with her mentally by asking her to yield her haunches and she was dialed right in and would swing her hip out and halt looking at me, waiting for the next cue.

I cantered her a little bit, which was a little hit and miss, but she did have a couple nice canter departs when she was less anxious.

As part of the cool down I played with her following the feel wrapping the lunge line around her haunch. I have to do it from the opposite side because if I just walk around her she starts following as soon as I get to her hip. From there I figured "why not" and clipped her lead line to the halter along with the lunge and played with double-lungeing her a little. I made the mistake of trying to use both lines to ask her to stop and she gave me a really nice sidepass because of the pressure of the outside line on her side. I chuckled, called her a good girl and reverted to the soft wiggle of the inside line and she stopped nicely. I was able to walk her a bit both ways and called it good. I may try to work her in my long lines next time, start out lungeing with the outside rein draped over her back and working towards dropping it behind her hip.

It's supposed to be 107 tomorrow and Thursday ... WHEN WILL SUMMER END!

Rolo is tired of the heat too.

I also measured E-va, who is going to be called Tabbi, Tabitha, or just Tabs I think. It seems more fitting than E-va did anyway. She is officially 13.2 and I am hoping that maybe she makes two more inches, but Chewy is somewhere around there (13.2 or 13.3, need to remeasure) and she's a decent size so if Tabs fills out about like Chewy is I'll be pretty happy.
lantairvlea: (lantair look)
This is how the herd gets put up for breakfast.

Rolo is settling in. The boys are having a blast. Chris and I are barely managing the chaos of two boys and a puppy. The past two days we only had two accidents and today we only had one. Progress! She only had one solid accident the first day home and has pooped outside since then so small victories! Last night she even ran to the door and barked to be let out.

The boys and I got some sort of cold. I'm trying to lose my voice, come on body, two more days of lessons and then you get two days off! Hang in there voice!
lantairvlea: (lantair look)
First thanks for the condolences on Appy's passing. When I get a few spare minutes I plan on posting the pictures Chris took of us last week. One thought that I have found comforting, as odd and possibly morbid as it is, is that had Appy been a "wild" dog she would have been gone a long time ago. Our pets and animal companions get such good care that they live a lot longer than they would, and longer than they did even a few decades ago. I am glad she had a long life. I am sad I had to make the choice, I would have preferred not to, but for her sake I did.

I have been very busy with lessons. I had five cancellations last week and still taught 19! That does not include working Bud either. I also finally caught up with my books (I was almost a month behind) and input all my new clients since the end of November. I have about 30 active clients. CRAZY.

Speaking of Bud I rode him three times this week. Tuesday I rode him out and worked him past a semi with a flatbed trailer. He was a little leery of it, but he worked through it fairly quickly. Thursday I rode him in his turnout and reviewed a bending counter-bending exercise and he did so well the first time through each direction I called it quits. Saturday Sue had things she needed to accomplish so I picked him up during a break and then rode him after my last lesson. I had a sense he'd be a bit full of himself as he srarted whinnying his head off as I led him over to the property.

I had a moment's though of lungeing him before I got on, but went ahead and swung up inside the dressage arena. He was certainly distracted in the warm-up and kept hollering for I-don't-know-who and trying to look this way and that. Bud's big issue is distraction. He does pretty well driving, but he also works in blinders. Riding him in an open bridle can be a chore as he just has a hard time focusing on the task at hand.

I started him in the trot and worked some serpentines. He kept speeding up as we headed North and I would check him and not quite get a full response and could feel him binding up a bit. I guess I should have really sat him on his butt rather than moderating his speed politely (because he wasn't politely increasing it, but being a bit chargey), but hindsight is 20-20. He finally threw a buck and charged off, which twisted the saddle out of place and took me a moment before I could properly engage my aids to stop him. When I got him stopped I had a pretty good stitch in my right side and the saddle was about six inches off center with me still sitting in the middle of his back. I dismounted, gingerly stretched my side and marched him to the roundpen where we did some trot-canter transitions from the ground and changes of direction until he realized I was more imortant to pay attention to me than whatever else was going on. When he looked like he was listening I asked him to walk, if it took more than five seconds he got to canter some more, then we'd trot and try again.

He was puffing pretty good when he finally decided listening was easier than blowing me off. I took him back to the arena and climbed on again. We walked a bit and then tried the trot again. As soon as he sped up I slammed the breaks and made him back up. Each time he increased speed unasked it was the same immediate shut down. He stopped speeding up pretty quickly and started trotting like a somewhat normal horse. I cooled him out and it was still warm enough to hose him down before returning him home.

I do need to remind myself I have only been riding him for about 10 months and to our knowledge that's pretty much the extent of his saddle training (not sure you count his brief stint as a therapy horse dragging people hither and yon). He still has a bit of stuff to work through as his previous owner(s) who let him get away with murder, but a far cry from my firat experiences with him!

He's still a knucklehead.
lantairvlea: (lantair look)
I called Chatham on Wednesday for Appy. She had three accidents in two hours Monday night, which for a dog who has been potty trained well for her whole life is a strong sign that something is amiss. The process was starting and who knows how quickly she would go downhill. He came out Thursday afternoon. Car rides have been stressing her and I didn't want to put her through driving in to her usual vet and then driving her back home so I called Chatham. He put Blaze down too several years ago.

She didn't have any additional accidents between Monday and Thursday, but she was spending any time we left the house in her crate instead of free in the house as well as being put out the door almost every half hour, if not more frequently.

I don't know if I was just hyper-aware, but I noticed her swaying more when she stood. I went to pet her once this last week and she completely fell over. She took an exuberant jump into the house and her front legs failed her, her jaw and chest slamming into the hard ground. She would stand and appear lost or disoriented, almost like an elderly person with Alzheimers forgetting where she was, lost in space and time.

Despite her trim and grooming the other week she was still bumping into things. There was a soft prayer in my heart that I might just find her having slipped away amidst her dreams. (Did you ever know a dog to talk in it's sleep? She did.) She was strong in some respects, no visible arthritis, still had all but six of her teeth, most people looking at her were shocked at her years, but other ways she was weak and getting weaker. My dog who would chase the ball for hours hadn't gone after one in well over a year. The one who took glee in dismanteling her squeaky toys left one untouched for a year and a half. She who would bark and play-bow at the vacuum just stood and stared, moving out of the way when necessary. My little shadow would lose track of me and calling to her often added to her confusion as her hearing became worse. All the little things have been adding up.

So Chatham came and because of her size gave her an IM anesthetic. It was a little painful, but then she drifted to sleep before the final injection to her heart and she drifted quietly into that eternal sleep.

We talked, Chatham noted what I suspected: incontinence is often the first thing to show as other systems fail. He palpated her and showed me a mass that she had on her left side, most likely on her spleen. She probably had some form of cancer. I know she had a couple of fatty tumors on her chest and belly.

Chris had dug the hole Wednesday and I lay her down in it and talked to her as Chris drove home on his lunch break to help me bury her.

I am still having to remind myself that I don't have to let her out or check her food and water. Friday I was breaking down her Kennel and Kelhan was there opening and closing the door and putting things in and out of it as I was trying to figure out how to unhook the sides from each other. Kelhan was a bit distraught when I finally collapsed it. I was too. We haven't had time to put it in the storage room yet so it sits in the space under the laundry counter, present, but empty.

You forget how much space a little dog can take up in one's life. Right now I feel all the empty spaces.


Jan. 12th, 2015 06:57 pm
lantairvlea: (twidget)
Appy will be 16 years old on February 14th. I know dogs can live longer and do live longer, but the last year I have been watching her more closely. The past six months I have been noticing things that have disturbed me, but they haven't seemed THAT bad. I know her time is short compared to the sixteen years that are behind her. When I first brought her back she had a raging mouth infection and her liver enzymes were off. At a well exam a few months later we ran blood again to see if it had returned to normal or if something else was going on. It was still high so we started her on a liver medicine. Last year she was tested again and the enzymes were still really high, but the medicine did appear to make a difference in her overall attitude and energy levels. The next step would have been ultrasound, but then what? You don'y operate on a 15 year old dog. The negatives far outweigh the benefits when you consider the stress on the dog and the chance of them not waking up at all after surgery. So I have kept her on the liver medication, knowing that it wouldn't fix the problemn but at least made it easier for her to bear.

I have noticed her hind end slipping out from underneath her more. She is running into things and takes very specific tracks to navigate the house. I took her to the groomer last week and trimmed her up hoping that would help as her hair gets in her eyes, but she is still occasionally bumping into things. Two or three weeks ago she had her first wet accident in the house. She has had more since and with greater frequency. It seems like her bladder isn't holding as it should. These are quality of life issues.

Part of me fears that if I make a decision now it might seem as a decision of convenience for me. Part of me wants to see how she is come her birthday, but that would be for the shallow reason of saying she made it to sixteen and nothing more. She isn't going to get better, she is only going to get worse because she is old. There's no fixing this.

It is a matter of when and part of me hopes she takes that choice from me because didn't I already do this? It hasn't even been five months.

She's losing her hair too. Her tail has been half-naked for a while and after this trim it was noticable how thin her coat has gotten. Chris took pictures of us over the weekend.

She's there, she's hanging on, part of me wonders if she isn't still here because shevs with me. She hangs on because she was and is very much my dog. I may not have had her as intimately in my life for seven years between moving out and two years ago because I left her with her buddy Blaze, and then Blaze passed and she didn't come home then as my parents had acquired a young, neurotic dog that I didn't even want to leave alone in their house so I didn't bring her out as much for visits as I did before. And then she came home. She's had the last two years with me and I hope they were good years.

I don't know. I'm babbling at this point, but it's hard figuring out WHEN. If I act now is it too soon? I am so scared of too late.


Aug. 8th, 2014 11:47 am
lantairvlea: (lantair look)
I woke up off and on last night dreaming that Appy went down hilk really fast. She lost complete motion in her hind end as well as the ability to regulate her bowels and bladder. It felt like a Saturday or Sunday night and obviously the vets weren't avaialble and when I did get her somewhere they were pointing at her belly masses saying they should take her into surgery and take care of that and I'm thinking, she's paralized and compromised and she's fifteen, she doesn't need surgery and recovery she needs to be released from this pain and suffering.

Needless to say I'll be asking the vet today during her routine exam if they have a recommended emergency clinic. I do have Chatham, but he is more large animal and I am not calling him at 3am on a weekend for issues with my dog.

And I am a bad horse owner. I don't remember deworming the herd this Spring. So when we get the results from Z's FEC on Sunday we'll be doing that. I plan on doing Dakota too because ahe isn't putting weight back on despite her teeth bwing done in April or May.
lantairvlea: (lantair look)
Last night Marty brought the boys back and asked about letting Appy out as she was standing at the door. I said sure and promptly got engaged with the boys, finishing dinner, feeding them, and preparing for bed. I forgot about her until after Chris got home ... two hours later.

This wouldn't be an issue if our property was fully fenced. As it stands we have gaps, specifically the driveways and essentially the whole South property line.

She wasn't waiting at the door for me and it was dark. I had to turn on all the outside lights and wander about. If she didn't have hwr collar on I wouldn't have found her. She was down in the wash between our fence and the road between our and the Frazier's driveway. Her hair has gotten so long she has trouble seeing and her hearing isn't so good anymore. I had to pick her up at which point I discovered she had wandered through every weed on the property.

I spent over an hour trying to brush it out. There was still all too much left, but there wasn't much more I could do and she did have a grooming appointment today. I appologized to the groomers when I dropped her off and gave a tip. She was nice and trim and sticker-weed free when I picked her up.

Definitely won't be getting another dog until we have a fenced yard. Appy is very good, but after two hours I am sure any dog would wander!

I Win

Apr. 17th, 2014 08:46 am
lantairvlea: (lantair look)
Appy had decided that she shouldn't have to go back in her kennel after going out in the middle of the night. I do admit to setting myself up for this. If she asked to go out around six or later I will leave her out as I am getting up anyways, if not right then in the next hour. Plus at this point it is light at that time.

Then she decided that she had to go between three and five am. Usuallly about a half hour after I would change Kelhan's diaper and start feeding him. The garbage can is in the laundry room with her kennel so I assume I disturb her when I'm doing my thing.

So I would put her out, bring her back in, put her in the kennel and go back to bed. About 30 minutes later "woof." Get up, put her out again, kennel, bed. Another 30 minutes: "woof." She can't possibly have to go out again. She has water in her kennel. Tell her to hush and guess what happens in another 30 minutes? Yes, exactly. The first couple nights were rather exasperating. I ended up putting her and her kennel in the garage. So several nights went like this: dog asks to go out, comply, watch and be sure she both pees and poops, bring her back in and put in kennel. Just get to sleep, dog signals again, dog has empty bladder and colon. I know this, I watched her vacate them. Dog plus kennel goes in garage. Door to garage gets closed, door to laundry gets closed, door to bedroom gets closed. We are now virtually soundproof. Sleep until desired time (or until children demand wakefulness), get ready for the day, and wait at the garage door until Appy stops barking or howling for more than five seconds and free her from her terrible plight.

This morning ahe had to go out around four, I put her back in her kennel and ... silence. Sweet silence until Tristan woke up around seven.

She seems to go through a rebellion against the kennel every once in a while. Of course considering the first 13 plus years of her life she had 24/7 access to a doggie door her sense that "this is not how things are" is understandable. I would leave her loose at night, but her idea of signaling to go out is standing at the door hoping someone notices. Not so effective in the middle of the night.

Hopefully this means she has figured out the rules again. She is back in her kennel because we're on our way to the North country. Marty will let her out once or twice while we are gone. We'll see how the Jeep does on it's first long haul.

By the way, we have dubbed the Jeep "The Whim-mobile."


Jan. 21st, 2014 07:18 am
lantairvlea: (lantair look)
Appy had her second blood panel last week to see if the pills made any difference to her liver levels. They called a couple days later with the results. Things are still on the high side and while some things dropped she is still way above normal.

I really was hoping that the pills would take care of it. It would be the nice, easy, packaged answer. Thankfully I had been thinking about it this past month and already came to the conclusion that as an older dog (she will be 15 next month) she needs to just live a happy, stress-free end of life wether that ends up being another year or just a few months.

The next step would have been a diagnostic ultrasound and then from there who knows. I guess it would give some answers, but is knowing worth the $400 and her stress when I end up doing nothing anyway? If whatever was causing issue were operable would it be worth the stress of going in and recovery?

For me the answer is no. The benefits just don't outweigh the cost. Even if we found something operable it would still just be months rather than years.

For now she is happy. And while the bloodwork doesn't say healthy per-se she still zooms around like a puppy at times and people are always surprised when I tell them her age. They always expect s much younger number than 14 (soon to be 15). She may not be able to jump as high as she used to, but she still moves incredibly well and follows me around the house and property. She's adjusted pretty well to life in the country versus the suburbs and part of that could be that she is back with me rather than living with my parents.

So life goes on. The Fuzz will stay on some liver supplements probably for the rest of her life just to make it easier and she'll be around for as long as her health and attitude determine. Perhaps in a year we'll be celebrating 16 years of a little apricot-colored malte-poo and perhaps not. Time will tell.


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