tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18647947651915351412024-03-05T18:39:14.589-08:00I am an Imperial horse who NEEDS sugars!Maximushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11574676034452379752noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864794765191535141.post-49862556139504752372012-07-06T11:19:00.000-07:002012-07-06T11:19:56.516-07:00SadnessIt is with great sorrow that I dictate this post. I am convinced that Mom doesn't love me anymore. It all began last year. We spent a year riding bareback and I never bucked once. We went through a big to-do and found me a new Wonder Pony Wonder Saddle. I grew to 15 hands. Then one day in June Mom quit riding. She quit mucking, leaving it to Houston's man. She would only feed me and pat my nose. She even smelled funny. Then her belly got bigger and bigger. Then the coldness arrived. The man doesn't do things right. He blankets me in the wrong order and just does it all wrong. Besides, he isn't mine, she is mine. During the coldness her belly got so big that she started walking slow. I tried to admonish her for eating too many oats but Hou said he'd seen this sort of thing before and that Mom was in foal. Really? A human foal? I love human foals! At the end of the coldness when the itchy time began Mom vanished for a whole month! We only saw the man. Then Mom came back. Her energy was all weird and she had a tiny, wrinkly human filly. Mom says her name is Phoebe and that we're keeping her. She didn't look like the sort of human foal I was used to. Once I licked her head and she didn't even squeak. She doesn't have apples either. And Mom is completely in love with her. And the man is too. Mom even thought about selling me. I got really really scared but Hou's man talked her out of it. So Mom gave me a firm talking to. I can never ever buck her off again. Hello! That is ancient pony history! I barely remember it! Well she finally rode me in my new saddle. It was great. We just walked around and I was the best boy. She rode me again and even though I was feeling squirrely I was very very good. But something is different. She doesn't spend hours grooming me and bathing me. And though she's starting to do chores again, the filly is always with her. Farrier David came to trim my royal toes today and she had him bring me in. She had the filly strapped to her front and said "that new feed has made his brain evaporate. I don't want him too near the baby." I admit that since my feed changed I'm seeing gremlins, but she didn't even come pet me till Farrier David had me settled in the cross ties. Used to be that she would get to the barn early and have me all clean for the farrier. And he did my feet in the wrong order! He started on the right front. Hello! you are always supposed to start on the LEFT front! That is my rule!And when he was done she insulted me further by giving Houston the grasses!!<br />
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<br />Maximushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11574676034452379752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864794765191535141.post-16171053156477430542010-11-24T07:46:00.000-08:002010-11-24T08:08:08.525-08:00UkonMom and Mom's Man went to the Florida to see Ukon and Aunt Zane. She said they had a great trip and that both Aunt Zane and Ukon are happy there. She said Ukon has grown!!! He's now 18.1 hands and around 1500 lbs. Well, I will have him know that I have been growing too. I'm now a whopping 14.3 and 1000 lbs. So there! Mom said that he lives in a beautiful barn. Well anything is nicer than our Horse Hovel. She also said that he has gathered quite the array of show ribbons with Trainer. So? Can you eat them? No. You cannot. So I am not impressed. Mom also told me that he is a good boy who doesn't try to kill his rider for minor infractions. And? He's a CARTHORSE. He doesn't have the same expectations that I, an Imperial Horse, have.<br /><br />Anyway, here's some pictures.<br /><br /><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DKkckNEs7IQ/TOw5KMAilMI/AAAAAAAAALI/duIJsG_vhYc/s640/IMG_4253.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DKkckNEs7IQ/TOw5KMAilMI/AAAAAAAAALI/duIJsG_vhYc/s640/IMG_4253.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DKkckNEs7IQ/TOw509MW-LI/AAAAAAAAALw/XQDY3h99W5I/s640/IMG_4262.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DKkckNEs7IQ/TOw509MW-LI/AAAAAAAAALw/XQDY3h99W5I/s640/IMG_4262.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DKkckNEs7IQ/TOw6DtSAe6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/hM1ipFEsQgQ/s512/IMG_4265.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 512px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DKkckNEs7IQ/TOw6DtSAe6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/hM1ipFEsQgQ/s512/IMG_4265.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DKkckNEs7IQ/TOw6tFcDWgI/AAAAAAAAAMg/gmHe1iLoOXE/s640/IMG_4274.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DKkckNEs7IQ/TOw6tFcDWgI/AAAAAAAAAMg/gmHe1iLoOXE/s640/IMG_4274.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a>Maximushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11574676034452379752noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864794765191535141.post-2282499026694838722010-09-22T17:05:00.000-07:002010-09-23T19:34:46.576-07:00WOOT WOOT!!I am a very happy Wonder Pony!! Mom rode me!!! And here I thought she didn't love me anymore. I had tried to comfort myself. I even tried to braid my own mane, but it ended up in snarls. WELL tonight Mom came down to the barn and started currying and grooming me. She got the snarls out of my mane and chided me for trying to braid it myself. Then she came out of the tack room with my bareback pad and bridle!! Oh Happy Pony Day! Well Mom put my pad and bridle on. But something was different. My bit was gone! I tried to put the chin strap in my mouth but Mom took it out and buckled it. But you forgot my bit!<br />Then we went to the ring and Mom got me on my circle. She may have said "trot trot" but I heard "WOO HA!" and went buck buck buck boing boing boing. I eventually settled down though. Well Mom then took me to the mounting block. I was so eager to go I stood still even though a horse fly was chewing on my butt. After killing the fly Mom got on and we toodled around at the walk. I will have you know I was perfect. I lifted my back and carried her and I even went long and low. I got all the "good boy"s and a hug AND all the cookies. Mom didn't even need to tie me! Not even for my shower. I was so proud of myself! Mom was very good too. She didn't clench her butt or pinch me breathless with her knees. She just rolled with me. She didn't even have to grab my mane! (This a big deal for her. We're both rather round so we aren't the most stable pair. Mom says my back is like a sofa. Big and cushy.)Maximushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11574676034452379752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864794765191535141.post-52773436272374019202010-09-09T10:08:00.000-07:002010-09-09T10:23:22.593-07:00HARRUMPH!!Harrumph I say! So long ago I let Mom put a link on my blog to Con-Mar the Lipizzan (who lets his human do the talking). Well he is a stallion who is a year younger than me. I just found out that Mom read his blog and learned that not only is he not trying to kill his human, he is even doing third level work! He's started working with the double bridle!<br /><br />Con-Mar. You make me look bad! Here's what I propose...<br /><br />Start playing dirty. You can outsmart your human. I did. Make your human think that you must be treated as though you're made of glass. Also convince her that you could go ballistic at any moment. That way all you have to do is roll your eyes a bit and totally get out of doing any work. Save all that fancy canter halfpass, collection, and half steps for the pasture. Which, I guarantee, you will see more of. It's easy to do. Take up bucking. If you can do a canterbuck flying lead change then that seems to go a long way. Add to that my favorite trick. Inverted tippy toes. Think of placing your ears on your croup and walking around stiff legged. If you can do this WHILE rolling your eyes and snorting then you're approaching MY level of talent. She'll be so busy trying to undo your evasion that you can easily put your nose between you knees and do a Flying canterbuck. If you really want to do fancy moves, keep them under your saddle pad and save them for evasions. Trot? NOPE! Piaffe!! Canter? HAH! Canter Half Pass!! Halt? Thprtt! LEVADE! You get the idea.<br /><br />Wait. WHAT?!!! Mom wishes she could send me to your human. BAH!! Bah I say! I'll show YOU lack of work ethic! I work my haunches off! I strive to stay unridable for as long as possible! THAT is work!<br /><br />What? What do you mean the stallions of the SRS willingly and happily do everything their humans want? What is WRONG with you guys?!!<br /><br />That's it. I'm pouting.Maximushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11574676034452379752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864794765191535141.post-75175930341095785072010-09-07T07:21:00.000-07:002010-09-07T07:23:29.655-07:00I'm Seven By the WayI got so wrapped up in the clinic-from-hell saga that I forgot all about my birthday! Mom remembered it (August 25) and she made me my birthday bucket. I had apple cinnamon granola bars, apple juice, THREE peppermints and alfalfa cubes. It was So Good!! Hou had one too and from what I hear we'll be celebrating Hou's birthday in January. YAY birthday buckets twice a year!Maximushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11574676034452379752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864794765191535141.post-13031823423095697202010-09-07T06:49:00.000-07:002010-09-07T07:17:36.749-07:00Wow it's been a WHILE!!This summer has been BOOORING! It began good enough. We were riding every day. Mom went to a clinic and decided to "put on her big girl panties and canter". Whatever those are. Anyway we cantered! At home! By ourselves! So Mom signed us up for a clinic in June. We were late getting ready. Mom did everything wrong! She tacked me up in the stall instead of the crossties, and she decided it was too too hot to longe so we went right to it. I was mostly stupid. I was an inverted tippy toed fire breathing dragon. This Imperial Horse had been taken away from his nice quiet farm, ruthlessly driven away in a deathbox *trailer* and then plopped down at the farm where we used to live. I was then ripped away from my paddock with Hou in it and tacked up in a stall. A stall! I was NOT amused. So I inverted tippy toed all round the ring. We then had to trot endlessly so I decided to exit stage left and made a bee line (well it would have been a bee line had Mom not been trying to make me go back to the ring) for the door. Well then while we were trotting endlessly I got hot and I got tired. I then heard the trainer tell us to do some cantering. I put my ears back. I know enough human talk to know what "canter" means. Well Mom asked for it. And I said "NO!" by cow kicking and leaving the ring. By now Mom is riding rather stiffly and defensively and really ticking me off. Well she asked again! So I cantered two strides and gave her the three biggest bucks ever. On the last one I twisted and launched her into the air. She did a somersault and landed on her back breaking her helmet. I wasn't feeling too hot either. Well Mom got a concussion and I sprained my hip. So I've been busy getting fat fat fat and looking cute and Mom is healed but is recovering from a sprained elbow that she got the day before the clinic.<br /><br />Well it's been too hot to ride so Hou has been getting fat and looking cute along with me. Since it's starting to cool off Mom decided to put Hou on the longe to get him back to thinking about work. Well he blew an absess. So no riding for any of us!<br /><br />But the good news is that Capriole weather is coming WOO HOO!!Maximushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11574676034452379752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864794765191535141.post-30509685530102317172010-04-20T08:53:00.001-07:002010-04-20T09:08:21.106-07:00Good things!Well we the ponies are still shedding but Mom scrapes us regularly so we don't itch itch itch so bad. The weather has gotten warm and all the trees and grasses have woke up. We have gotten to go back on the pasture!! This is very good. We have really missed our pasture.<br /><br />Mom and Mom's Man moved into the human barn on the farm in March. Mom is so happy that she doesn't have to take the car to see us. We like that we get fed in a more timely manner.<br /><br />Our ring is still being built. The clay is nice and level and the telephone pole has finally been moved. Mom and I have been riding every day for a month or so. We are doing really well too. I haven't done anything stupid since the cow incident and Mom hasn't been panicking. We go round and round the ring doing walk, trot and laterals. I'm working on my leg yielding and learning shoulder in and haunches in. I'm pretty good at haunches in but shoulder in is a mystery to me. We haven't cantered yet, but we have been working on extended trot and yesterday we did a really fast trot. Mom did pretty well, she did get nervous when I got excited to canter so we walked after that. Hopefully we'll canter soon.<br /><br />Houston's feet are almost normal. He's been taking his man for rides for months now. He's even started teaching his man trot! He and Mom's Man really like their saddle. Mom rode Hou in it and said it's the biggest thing ever. Houston has started singing again. I don't think I've told you but Hou sings little songs. It sounds like grunting but with notes and rhythm. He has different songs for different things. He has a song for Mom, a song for Mom's Man and a song to let Mom's Man know he's doing something right. Mom's Man was trying to make Hou do a leg yeild. When he asked wrong, Hou went in a circle. When he asked right Hou went sideways and sang. Mom thinks it's really cute and it makes Mom's Man laugh and laugh.<br /><br />Imperial horses do not sing. We let you know we're pleased by not launching you into the air.Maximushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11574676034452379752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864794765191535141.post-82305681008183512222010-02-17T18:43:00.000-08:002010-02-17T18:52:27.977-08:00More coldness.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxuZ-nysIt09Z9qUKl5xMaa2P4eo4YjtAVlLP_IYaVkN89FxrnHiQqtkUbq8C3TK0dF17bAM-yqnWh3L8ej5hBKdQJX5lU2ZZMqCY0cQvFJzXeyQya1BAAHJ6FV2EfJKNipRO2OZkFMT4i/s1600-h/IMG_3932.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxuZ-nysIt09Z9qUKl5xMaa2P4eo4YjtAVlLP_IYaVkN89FxrnHiQqtkUbq8C3TK0dF17bAM-yqnWh3L8ej5hBKdQJX5lU2ZZMqCY0cQvFJzXeyQya1BAAHJ6FV2EfJKNipRO2OZkFMT4i/s320/IMG_3932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439410035335111426" border="0" /></a><br />This is how cold it was. It was so cold it snowed. Again!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdPhYViefRIGAGa5EhpS1iOQb-FG_msdQ1lGT9TPWAjaAAwOqkrEeEwkvSHiaR92ITAtL7aVZRKb5i5qjvdAX1p3ZvF8olAk0exFD7GYbOa-nkKnwDKwdlVPCxljZ8AJLeaRqaf2ZC-HWz/s1600-h/IMG_3917.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdPhYViefRIGAGa5EhpS1iOQb-FG_msdQ1lGT9TPWAjaAAwOqkrEeEwkvSHiaR92ITAtL7aVZRKb5i5qjvdAX1p3ZvF8olAk0exFD7GYbOa-nkKnwDKwdlVPCxljZ8AJLeaRqaf2ZC-HWz/s320/IMG_3917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439409422419287666" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This was terrible. I was cold! Imperial horses object to being uncomfortable in any way. And I was uncomfortable!<br /><br />And yes, we had lots of hay.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR60UxnnNRcAwGbQhtEKW4s2JvptbqzkQGW2v2SxHOJPL-FHZMYN9xsxDpKoPx6S9ZmIwsKXwX8_7LdlztTnGxHmzTHD8YhoMcORpmsLwRzPqq6Ohk9ywKbcifOpv-mpAsseZCUKYWwkPE/s1600-h/IMG_3935.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR60UxnnNRcAwGbQhtEKW4s2JvptbqzkQGW2v2SxHOJPL-FHZMYN9xsxDpKoPx6S9ZmIwsKXwX8_7LdlztTnGxHmzTHD8YhoMcORpmsLwRzPqq6Ohk9ywKbcifOpv-mpAsseZCUKYWwkPE/s320/IMG_3935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439410447398067618" border="0" /></a><br /><br />But I knew more was in the barn so I had to beg. I am not satisfied! I need more hay!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh95O1zGec2tvmq2Y07Zvi-ESXCqbgX3UlnDjWTZYDcrCUP5k8yX5OmQXT-8nKRWgmH8k0wLP6bBjujGhO_RMHACT_fAfM1kcwldYdwysCTOwtymLHwvVawu0l2O0VpNZXHSuWf8YHV1NeT/s1600-h/IMG_3937.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh95O1zGec2tvmq2Y07Zvi-ESXCqbgX3UlnDjWTZYDcrCUP5k8yX5OmQXT-8nKRWgmH8k0wLP6bBjujGhO_RMHACT_fAfM1kcwldYdwysCTOwtymLHwvVawu0l2O0VpNZXHSuWf8YHV1NeT/s320/IMG_3937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439410456714364370" border="0" /></a>Maximushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11574676034452379752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864794765191535141.post-40855764674625540072010-02-15T07:15:00.000-08:002010-02-15T07:52:27.097-08:00growing, blood sucking monsters and apologiesWell I have grown an inch. I am now 14.3 hands. I'm considering going for 15. Mom thought I was getting skinny but I weigh more now than I did when I moved here. BUT It has gotten me more oats so I won't complain. You can never have enough food, really. I get all the hay I can eat and now lots more oats.<br /><br />But we are shedding now. We itch itch itch and it makes us grumpy. Houston is even grumpier than usual. I didn't think that was possible but it is.<br /><br />Well Mom took me for a ride a couple of days ago and I was very bad. I called for Houston, he called for me and then the scariest thing happened. The blood sucking monster began calling to me. It was loud! Then there were more! Mom got very mad at me but I panicked! She had to longe me on the end of my reins till I calmed down enough to walk with her. There it was again! What is it?! It's so close! ACK! Wait why are we going to the drive way? The barn is the other way! No no no it's calling for my blood! And there's more than one! Ooh the donkey is out! Hi donkey, aren't you afraid of the horse eating monsters?! What are these other animals? They're making the noise! What should I do? I know, I'll look magnificent and impress them into not eating me! I stand on my tippy toes and arch my neck. Hah I'm so beautiful you won't eat me!<br />Wait. Houston told me about these. They're cows. And he said cows are stupid! They're coming up to the fence. I'll just keep impressing them just in case they're horse eaters. Then Mom turns me around and she climbs up on the fence and gets back on me. We go back to the barn and we work work work. Lots of little figure eights and voltes. Well at least the cows can't get me.<br /><br />The next day I had to love on Mom to make her forgive me. I nuzzled her, I put my chin on her chest with my nose under her chin and blinked at her. I licked her. I tugged on her coat. I had to really love her up to say I'm sorry. I think she forgave me because she laughed and gave me lots of kisses.Maximushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11574676034452379752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864794765191535141.post-55393332032326034282010-01-12T16:43:00.001-08:002010-01-12T17:31:04.896-08:00Lots of things.It has been COLD. Thankfully I have my pony coats. I have had to wear my pony sheet AND my pony coat! Houston says real horses don't need pony coats and he lets Mom know his opinion every day by biting his coat when she puts them on. I on the other hand get upset if my coat isn't put on in a timely manner. Like today Mom left us naked so we could bask in the sun. Well she didn't come back out till dark and I was certain I was going to freeze to death. I couldn't get my coats on fast enough. Mom bought these blue bobbing things that somehow keep the water warm and keep it from getting hard. The water got so hard that we couldn't break it to drink.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs126.snc3/17348_414568095267_540185267_10348713_1680681_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs126.snc3/17348_414568095267_540185267_10348713_1680681_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />We got some new hay and I got to help put it away. Sorry the pictures are grainy, Mom took them on the box that she talks to and won't let me eat. She said it's called a cell phone.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs146.snc3/17348_417653090267_540185267_10372213_4731683_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 448px; height: 604px;" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs146.snc3/17348_417653090267_540185267_10372213_4731683_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs126.snc3/17348_417653310267_540185267_10372214_1541207_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 448px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs126.snc3/17348_417653310267_540185267_10372214_1541207_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And Hou and I were wrestling and I gave him a black eye. He had to see the doctor and the doctor sedated him because Houston didn't want the vet to stick his finger in his eye. I had Mom take pictures of him dreaming.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs126.snc3/17348_417653645267_540185267_10372215_4442376_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 451px;" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs126.snc3/17348_417653645267_540185267_10372215_4442376_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs126.snc3/17348_417654040267_540185267_10372216_462563_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 454px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs126.snc3/17348_417654040267_540185267_10372216_462563_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Also Houston and Mom's Man got a saddle. It is a Martin Matt Gaines Cutter. I got to try it on and I don't see what they're so crazy about. Houston says it's the best ever but I thought it was big and coarse and heavy. But I don't have to wear it. So whatever. Here's a picture.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.horsetown.com/store/files/images/small/t_14542.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 487px;" src="http://www.horsetown.com/store/files/images/small/t_14542.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Maximushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11574676034452379752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864794765191535141.post-81530313833295571492009-12-30T14:30:00.000-08:002009-12-30T14:45:28.595-08:00Ring!So this big yellow snorting monster came to the farm. Mom said it is the bull dozer and that it eats dirt and makes the earth move. I don't know what that has to do with sleeping bulls but whatever.<br /><br />Well that thing has been eating and moving the dirt for two days! It even ate the dirt in our paddock prison. Mom said this would fix the mud but we have our doubts. Well he has been eating a place where Mom made us a small grassy space. NOW where will we go for grasses!? Hmmm? Where!? This could be a very serious pony problem! We got so upset at the prospect of never seeing grasses again that we started run run running in the pasture and snorting and bucking at the yellow bull dozer monster. The only good thing is that we have been returned to the pasture for two days.<br /><br />Mom says that this bull dozer is making us a place to ride! And it will be nice and smooth and level and there will be rock dust too so we won't have to wait for the everlasting mud to go away for us to ride! We are very excited about this. Houston really wants to work on training his man and I really got to work on Mom. We are getting flabby and I have lost that wonderful figure I got at Trainer's place.<br /><br />This was last week<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs146.snc3/17348_392765880267_540185267_10119898_8140329_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 454px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs146.snc3/17348_392765880267_540185267_10119898_8140329_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This was this morning<br /><br /><img src="file:///C:/Users/Home/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs146.snc3/17348_390718650267_540185267_10103761_7242535_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 451px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs146.snc3/17348_390718650267_540185267_10103761_7242535_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Maximushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11574676034452379752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864794765191535141.post-34465377673139734812009-12-09T14:21:00.000-08:002009-12-09T14:27:08.156-08:00I decide that I am doomedThe weather has been horrid so Mom and I haven't had many adventures. And now I'm all wooly and funny looking so no pictures.<br /><br />We have had so much rain this acorn season. And now Hou and I are convinced that we are dying. Dying I tell you. I think I'll call the ASPCA. I have them on speed dial you know. We have been removed from the pasture. Mom claims that it won't be there in the spring if we are out in it any longer. Sure we have the paddock and as much hay as we can eat, but we're dying. Mom says we'll get lots of hand grazing but we don't believe her. So what if we'll eat the already drowned grasses to the dirt, we want the grasses!<br /><br />And to add insult to injury, due to my flinging myself to the ground fad The Gail, Fixer of Bony Bits is coming tomorrow. BAH! I think I'll think of naughty things to do to the humans.Maximushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11574676034452379752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864794765191535141.post-27734110933776218442009-10-02T05:30:00.000-07:002009-10-02T05:49:17.700-07:00Ponies gone wildSo Farrier David was out of town so another farrier did our trims. I was not pleased. He did everything differently! Everything from the way he said "hello" to the way he held my foot. I decided that he was not worthy of my greatness so I snatched my feet away and wiggled alot. Houston was unimpressed too but he hates everything. He's such a grump.<br /><br />Well Mom came out to the field with a lunge line. She said she just wanted to make sure we're sound. I stood like a gentleman and let her remove her jacket and tie it around her waist. Then I trotted out nicely. Then the cool breeze picked up and WOO HA I was off!! I went round in a slow gallop. Then I decided that the air was so nice I would do Airs. I did a Capriole, a Levade, and three Ballotades. Then I did four one tempis and three two tempis. At a gallop thank you very much! Then Mom had me go the other way. WOO HA here I go!! Don't want to go that way, Pirouette on one foot and go the other way! No, she drags me in till the circle got too small to gallop and turned me around again. And I'm OFF!!! Zoom Zoom Zoom! Then I actually started trotting and licking / chewing so Mom called me in and took the cavesson off. I followed her closely wondering what we were doing now. Oh she's putting it on Houston. I get closer to watch. Then mom pushes me away. No I'm pretty sure thats MY cavesson I need to stay close. So she taps me with the w-h-i-p and I ZOOOM up the hill. When I spin around again Houston is on the line trotting. OH we're lunging again!? COMING!!! I zoom down the hill and fall in next to Hou. He's trotting but I'm doing a collected canter with my tail in the air. Round we go. I'm bored so I throw a buck at Hou and go tearing off into the woods. I am hidden. The mystery horse. That's right you keep being goody goody four hooves. BOOM Ha Ha! I'm crashing out of the woods heading on a collision course with Hou. I swerve away and go tearing round the pasture. Then ZOOM! I come back nearly hitting him again. Then I go by again, tear up the hill like my tails on fire. When I slide to a stop and eat grass like nothing happened. OOH OOH I'm thirsty! ZOOOM to the trough, drink and look at Mom and Hou like "what?"<br /><br />Happy Autumn!!!Maximushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11574676034452379752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864794765191535141.post-89814849244079901612009-09-08T09:57:00.000-07:002009-09-08T13:49:33.849-07:00A great weekendSo I had my Sixth Birthday bucket. It was SO GOOD!<br /><br />And then Mom sat on me bareback while I grazed. That was fun.<br /><br />Will write more later, it's dinner timeMaximushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11574676034452379752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864794765191535141.post-3978316476880958902009-08-27T10:48:00.000-07:002009-08-27T10:56:53.634-07:00Mine!So Houston has a puffy ankle. I don't care but apparently Mom does. So she comes out of the feed room with this gooey yummy treat that had molasses and oats and alfalfa cube bits. I knew it was for me. Of course it was for me! Right?! So I tried to eat it. Mom popped me on the nose! Can you believe it? It was for Houston! She said it had medicines in it for Houston's puffy ankle. Whose name do you think is on the molasses jar? Mine! That means all molasseses are mine. Not Houston's. So while he was eating MY molasses I walked under his neck. Right before my withers got to his jaw BAM I raised my head and CHOMP went his teeth! HA HA HA!!! That was so funny I asked Mom for some of MY molasses. She popped me on the nose again! And she said something about being nice to my brother or something. I don't know, I wasn't listening.<br /><br />I did get to lick molasses off Mom's hand, but it just wasn't the same.Maximushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11574676034452379752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864794765191535141.post-71404406701982149342009-08-12T16:53:00.001-07:002009-08-12T17:33:40.024-07:00Pictures<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSDrjf1-YGOnlG3cKQbPkd71OEJWHFKe_-W-I_aAM5HkfbyPznaN3tkrxnfwo3zRubFb7claBRsEEd-DUC6rmrY5dH5D6ikCm4MPZlLEK4x0GJhVZ2aZth5EVhkz3Lp2AVbbAcsduaqZGf/s1600-h/IMG_3465.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSDrjf1-YGOnlG3cKQbPkd71OEJWHFKe_-W-I_aAM5HkfbyPznaN3tkrxnfwo3zRubFb7claBRsEEd-DUC6rmrY5dH5D6ikCm4MPZlLEK4x0GJhVZ2aZth5EVhkz3Lp2AVbbAcsduaqZGf/s400/IMG_3465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369239520123746770" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHkmEjVe9qly98uOCV8TzWMZ4oly8O5h2luM0q8hOAgbrjuHcVQ-eeIIA7ZyXqQAS7V2PiyUZZZ5Ee-TNgC_SFfurat-Oh85kghwiUzfLVSoCUUpogopcZuF8l37XnMVJmIO1YabZ1nhWK/s1600-h/IMG_3463.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinuZtwCs7UvzjhIs1zp7kHQo1zSRl3QGufidp0S6KFV3mQAxi85G7XMCD4a-waqakyeGAs1vi7H5RqQhx7V8Kag99A4oRdIvTSeEFRML2360sniPJyXlT4-TN6EXJgUPUrXebe59PKiBW5/s400/IMG_3391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369231779371221682" border="0" /></a><br />Here are some pictures from today. They're backwards.Maximushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11574676034452379752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864794765191535141.post-76369227974170421432009-07-08T17:35:00.001-07:002009-07-08T17:57:17.438-07:00It's me. HoustonMax had some words written on his wall and directions to here. I had my man read them to me. This is me. Houston. I thought I'd introduce myself. I'm an 11 year old Foundation Quarter horse. (Max says what you are is important. That I should tell everybody.) I've had lots of jobs. I worked cows. I taught people to ride. I did dressage and took care of my disabled rider. I am a good horse. My new lady said I'll never be ridden in an English saddle again. That is good. I am not an English horse. Farrier David says I'm a "good old fashioned Quarter Horse". I like Farrier David. My feet don't hurt so much now so I don't have to bite him. I know biting people is bad, but I just hurt all the time and no one would fix it. My man and the lady knew what was wrong and Farrier David is fixing it. I love my man. The lady said once when I was for sale that I could pick my person. I didn't know that. Everyone had picked me up till then. I asked Max and the others and they told me how to do it. So I picked my man. He is a good man. He doesn't know Horse yet, but I can teach him. That is my new job. It is a good job. It took my man a while to get me. But now he's mine or I'm his. I haven't figured all this out yet. My man and the lady say that I'll never be sold again. I like that. So far they have done what they told me they would do.Maximushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11574676034452379752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864794765191535141.post-77836756445110750352009-06-30T15:26:00.000-07:002009-06-30T16:00:05.511-07:00New DigsWell we moved into our new home today. I discovered a new thing to hate. Trailers with ramps. Houston (goody four shoes) walked right on like he does this every day and then called me a sissy pony for making such a fuss. It was so horrible I got bad poops.<br /><br />My new stall is super comfortable. The floor is soft but smells funny. So I peed on it. I couldn't believe that I actually had missed that stupid bird horse but it was great to see him again. We both got pedicures and Houston is spending his first night with a bare foot trim. He likes it so far but he still can't feel his feet yet so we'll see. He still has the founder and they said it is sinkers or something like that. But Farrier David said he should be able to take Mom's man riding in six moons *months* and go hit the trails by the next hotness *summer*. He said to tell you guys MY fans that he is excited to have his own man and he can't wait to teach him about horses. He's already less grumpy than he was and hasn't bitten anyone all day. I don't think he feels well. He's never gone this long without tasting people meat.<br /><br />I got to teach Farrier David's friends why Lipizzans are better than all other horses. I think they were impressed. Houston says to tell you that they said he was beautiful and they were impressed that he's a foundation Quarter Horse. Whatever.<br /><br />Anyway, PICTURES!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfycYw2JXSSOxS2LXs4Rg_A_VxBRYSt4fGll0nG7q06lwqFY9U6py_pcwFLEVfwUQxzHYwyNUZE7bUKyPk_hbTxfIOULZrjJDKaWsjiykfBCiaEkTFd21ASs3AYNPchq5_M5koiozxK-yE/s1600-h/IMG_3249.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfycYw2JXSSOxS2LXs4Rg_A_VxBRYSt4fGll0nG7q06lwqFY9U6py_pcwFLEVfwUQxzHYwyNUZE7bUKyPk_hbTxfIOULZrjJDKaWsjiykfBCiaEkTFd21ASs3AYNPchq5_M5koiozxK-yE/s400/IMG_3249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353254825661203666" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0eLMjA2rS8l-3JwYc3RwIfvERb-JB45MzkWqjK0tsehEugIMF0BLsO7fuKxYKxv03MP7Bp1XSYtjd2CQtC648G8Hn-37d2U3WB7svoviJbSc6Fzfn5lx_-mQhDCUFXe7D11hkbewnTSGS/s1600-h/IMG_3274.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0eLMjA2rS8l-3JwYc3RwIfvERb-JB45MzkWqjK0tsehEugIMF0BLsO7fuKxYKxv03MP7Bp1XSYtjd2CQtC648G8Hn-37d2U3WB7svoviJbSc6Fzfn5lx_-mQhDCUFXe7D11hkbewnTSGS/s400/IMG_3274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353254827003449330" border="0" /></a></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2bGqBALVCL6vjO3ou10vBRhrJOsxK4_elUdBpHc5jIJXkyK8A3ObLLxdTTxSLqvtF5twSiZuY1LC1Kc2ipmTiNnsHQw8jxOvs0PSN32kzDFfGuZhhtf2HqyD9qdac1mx_jUENJtgpghQ0/s1600-h/IMG_3260.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2bGqBALVCL6vjO3ou10vBRhrJOsxK4_elUdBpHc5jIJXkyK8A3ObLLxdTTxSLqvtF5twSiZuY1LC1Kc2ipmTiNnsHQw8jxOvs0PSN32kzDFfGuZhhtf2HqyD9qdac1mx_jUENJtgpghQ0/s400/IMG_3260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353254818511246210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYcRcw0xc86MpaYtKzZWJU98p6nmmWCAEqM6kbxUF996ltcysRlI8mOz5vhyVL-L9czmny1Z5B29eFj4iDnpQKQB0SwEYbze37WUs9GDO2cD2OBXiK-iNyHrqy0dgu-lb_l0jcEISM0lI8/s1600-h/IMG_3240.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYcRcw0xc86MpaYtKzZWJU98p6nmmWCAEqM6kbxUF996ltcysRlI8mOz5vhyVL-L9czmny1Z5B29eFj4iDnpQKQB0SwEYbze37WUs9GDO2cD2OBXiK-iNyHrqy0dgu-lb_l0jcEISM0lI8/s400/IMG_3240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353254809984360370" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij9xYcfSpNAGIkGlnYdkE7VYq1xxuDA6bAZolw8arv15uMWz6S3_74TDQsKfU2hyphenhyphenKf6qo-sdZD5dsQA2O26N6PwcQavsXhNu6MovE6Io0YvBQZshUxic7n4yi1MOzhWzttWK0knn_pBozp/s1600-h/IMG_3233.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij9xYcfSpNAGIkGlnYdkE7VYq1xxuDA6bAZolw8arv15uMWz6S3_74TDQsKfU2hyphenhyphenKf6qo-sdZD5dsQA2O26N6PwcQavsXhNu6MovE6Io0YvBQZshUxic7n4yi1MOzhWzttWK0knn_pBozp/s400/IMG_3233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353254806285796514" border="0" /></a>Maximushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11574676034452379752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864794765191535141.post-42213442336763106762009-06-29T08:36:00.001-07:002009-06-29T08:42:30.559-07:00What. are. you. THINKING!?Ok. I give up. What are you thinking? Getting on my back requires that you actually ride. Not just sit there. Giving up and just becoming a lump on my back makes me confused. Don't tell me to trot. You are a potato so I walk. What do you mean canter? You are in no position for me to canter. You fell forward at canter so I had to levade to push you back into place. You've never ridden me this badly before. That and my standards are a bit higher now that I know more than you. Even Trainer said it was you being bad, not me.<br /><br />Stupid Human.<br /><br />And We didn't leave for the new place today. We leave tomorrow morning right after breakfast.<br /><br /><br />*Sorry buddy, I thought I was recovered from heat exhaustion but I guess I'm not. I did ride you very very poorly.*Maximushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11574676034452379752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864794765191535141.post-32726445234140316152009-06-26T15:26:00.000-07:002009-06-26T15:35:01.748-07:00Bird horse for a brother<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib4k1VclwzvWWL8NPiHZmzWlZDkDArxX2HTVpbQfylLx3gcxI6uv4ELqAoj2E73Qbc3yXugeZF3BfzxLu9yrZorgmmhUTUs-8-uKjQlQ6xV6uwtI-j0EAcDMa4i7UYMuROzf58hrDKSnCO/s1600-h/IMG_1343.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib4k1VclwzvWWL8NPiHZmzWlZDkDArxX2HTVpbQfylLx3gcxI6uv4ELqAoj2E73Qbc3yXugeZF3BfzxLu9yrZorgmmhUTUs-8-uKjQlQ6xV6uwtI-j0EAcDMa4i7UYMuROzf58hrDKSnCO/s400/IMG_1343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351768090726065234" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi73fGdNNYiaPmhA3FZuQ9dY64cu-EAkI0s28YdFzwKNN88GGaOLI31_0WYSPIrSI6gm55eAuW6Lp9hNeu1rpR8i4kniZN6xIJ27QZyeL34uukj04slfZw8djze4VScyicsRJv30cQ7hh6P/s1600-h/IMG_1340.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi73fGdNNYiaPmhA3FZuQ9dY64cu-EAkI0s28YdFzwKNN88GGaOLI31_0WYSPIrSI6gm55eAuW6Lp9hNeu1rpR8i4kniZN6xIJ27QZyeL34uukj04slfZw8djze4VScyicsRJv30cQ7hh6P/s400/IMG_1340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351768087340661442" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgszTT-Jv2bheD1cj7XXDBbPy1s8pCd7nT_jx6_wxKd3c7fCXdaKzt1bjYxq8Wkr2YqWCdizy7nIPXDRhevX2BQBKZMIthRO4meqDTtFLFLX7YFqohEtIhkEWWgJJZXULgYcYAHPVIcVnf2/s1600-h/IMG_1337.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgszTT-Jv2bheD1cj7XXDBbPy1s8pCd7nT_jx6_wxKd3c7fCXdaKzt1bjYxq8Wkr2YqWCdizy7nIPXDRhevX2BQBKZMIthRO4meqDTtFLFLX7YFqohEtIhkEWWgJJZXULgYcYAHPVIcVnf2/s400/IMG_1337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351768084567380034" border="0" /></a><br />Well, it's official. Mom bought that stupid bird horse Houston today. She even bought him a snazzy halter that matches mine! And apparently we move into our new digs on Monday. I am not pleased.Maximushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11574676034452379752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864794765191535141.post-74139135528388361362009-06-05T17:00:00.000-07:002009-06-05T17:27:25.434-07:00Still doing wellI'm still at Trainer's place. Mom says my farm will be ready for Bird Horse Houston and me at the end of the month. She won't be able to move in till later, but she says she'll be there all day every day working on the house, so we won't be starved or starved for attention. We'll see about that. I have my doubts.<br /><br />About Trainer's place. I am the most talented, most beautiful, and most intelligent horse here. I know this because I'm surrounded by Cart Horses. All of them. And they're loony! My pasture mate is a little younger than me and bullies me. He bit my neck and my nose. Then there is the Little Black Mare. Sure she's a hottie (but let me tell you she's no Hannah) but I think she must have a screw loose. About a month ago I was TRYING to do my job and she's spinning like a horse crazed on the lunge line. I can do that RIGHT in my sleep! Then Mom got on me and Trainer Wife got on Little Black Mare. There were horses out and I looked at them a bit. LBM went crazy. Jumped sideways and tried to take off. I just rolled my eyes.<br /><br />I've been practicing my turn on the forehand and being on the bit. I still have trouble with long and low but at least I'm no longer short and high. Mom is riding when she can, and WE CANTERED TOGETHER!! This was a very big deal. Mom was hurt by a horse years ago and only recently got over it, so it was important for me to get her going again. It's hard to train a human. At least Trainer yells at her for me. He's a great help. I don't think I could do it by myself. I tried to make her canter on my own but it only scared her. I don't know why she still gets tense, I have a great canter. Anyway, her balance is getting better and she doesn't panic as much. I was even able to take her on a trail ride today. She did really well and even sang my "Maximus the good boy" song. I got a BIG hug, shower and cookies for our ride today. We're doing pretty well, but we've lost a bit of our riding relationship because of all the junk last year but we're getting there. I still love my mom and today she said she "love love loves" me so I think we'll get it back.<br /><br />I haven't told you, my fans, but Trainer says I'm the best Lipizzan he's seen. He says the only thing he'd change is that my legs are a bit short, but so are Mom's so I'm not worried about that. He says I'm a great mover and will be competitive against Cart Horses. Of course I'll be competitive, I'm an Imperial Horse!!Maximushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11574676034452379752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864794765191535141.post-91031180678681078672009-05-01T15:04:00.000-07:002009-05-01T15:15:34.260-07:00Well<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bl125w.blu125.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=2&messageId=fe4db6b4-6daf-494a-8bb1-741baf0a7bec&Aux=44%7C0%7C8CB8E6EB518BA10%7C"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 434px; height: 325px;" src="http://bl125w.blu125.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=2&messageId=fe4db6b4-6daf-494a-8bb1-741baf0a7bec&Aux=44%7C0%7C8CB8E6EB518BA10%7C" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bl125w.blu125.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=0&messageId=fe4db6b4-6daf-494a-8bb1-741baf0a7bec&Aux=44%7C0%7C8CB8E6EB518BA10%7C"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 434px; height: 325px;" src="http://bl125w.blu125.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=0&messageId=fe4db6b4-6daf-494a-8bb1-741baf0a7bec&Aux=44%7C0%7C8CB8E6EB518BA10%7C" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Well Mom was gone to Europe forever. So I've had no one to write for me. While she was gone, my human grandmother helped me start my OWN email account and send messages to Mom. I have been doing really well at Trainer's. I have learned alot. I even learned shoulder in and leg yield!Maximushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11574676034452379752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864794765191535141.post-46861377897570282902009-03-31T21:54:00.001-07:002009-03-31T22:43:34.308-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG7g2mu4yscpeMndcTRaroNov3rUFgpzH2QWy6APJFkpJiwkUGAq078tkcQ8e04vS4-WuzOcv-3CogligCwOTgCJPmDQKFLlb83W7ELFyuK6uRXAzmrNqg08cV9AKeCPCwyxi39oPwR8hK/s1600/friendsaward.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG7g2mu4yscpeMndcTRaroNov3rUFgpzH2QWy6APJFkpJiwkUGAq078tkcQ8e04vS4-WuzOcv-3CogligCwOTgCJPmDQKFLlb83W7ELFyuK6uRXAzmrNqg08cV9AKeCPCwyxi39oPwR8hK/s1600/friendsaward.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I got an award! There's rules but I am an Imperial horse. I make my own rules! I nominate myself. And myself. OH and me. I'm not full of myself I'm just the best horse ever. So there.<br /><br />Oh and thanks <a href="http://journeysofcactusjack.blogspot.com/">Cactus Jack Splash</a> for recognizing my wonderfulness.<br /><br /><em>"These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">bloggers</span> aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers. Deliver this award to eight <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">bloggers</span> who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award."<br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">BAH!! I AM self aggrandizing! But cute and lovable too.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><br /></em>Maximushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11574676034452379752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864794765191535141.post-90407325817219483742009-03-22T11:44:00.001-07:002009-03-22T11:44:30.404-07:00day 5I had yesterday off. Today Mom showed up right after Trainer got on me. I was a very good boy. I didn't buck, but I did try to alternate sticking my nose in the air and then putting my chin on my chest. It didn't work. So I was good. Mom asked Trainer if I had potential. Trainer said "absolutely! And I think he's a good horse for you, but I haven't seen you ride yet." Well that made Mom nervous because I'm way more talented than she is. And she doesn't think she's that good of a rider. I think she's ok. Trainer is better balanced, but I like Mom alright.<br /><br />What ticked me off today was that I had to go back to my stall after our workout. I've been going outside after to dry off in the sun. BAH!Maximushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11574676034452379752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864794765191535141.post-22984337966235341002009-03-20T09:58:00.000-07:002009-03-20T13:50:01.893-07:00trainer. day 3<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfHO3-veTA0SVi8PACVw5gZFNQKMuGgd934GYQaY-vCKE2sz6iTue1D1AGWIF-5tQ6IxyTbfWzS-uN2cYEvVEVhuX-8NFA6LUH8wBn777XhyphenhyphenLIgaXHR4k2ZZ6XCBI9_A3pciWCKsiMD9in/s1600-h/IMG_1905.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfHO3-veTA0SVi8PACVw5gZFNQKMuGgd934GYQaY-vCKE2sz6iTue1D1AGWIF-5tQ6IxyTbfWzS-uN2cYEvVEVhuX-8NFA6LUH8wBn777XhyphenhyphenLIgaXHR4k2ZZ6XCBI9_A3pciWCKsiMD9in/s400/IMG_1905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315374366798545154" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZfeP57NpVmlWaxMcT1qSpfRCX8VTlBQKqmXD31-yn2aAyyJ23IXLD852Tsyfp5OUe2GJvo50xqiq689PTvCuR0c0eu_Qqb4-Q6m1BOfOlGV_J8FMLZUKBwqGl0XetbnfsYLs-cmr38Hnw/s1600-h/IMG_1904.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZfeP57NpVmlWaxMcT1qSpfRCX8VTlBQKqmXD31-yn2aAyyJ23IXLD852Tsyfp5OUe2GJvo50xqiq689PTvCuR0c0eu_Qqb4-Q6m1BOfOlGV_J8FMLZUKBwqGl0XetbnfsYLs-cmr38Hnw/s400/IMG_1904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315374363115752690" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Mom came today to witness my destruction. I made my best grumpy faces. It was horrible. I had to do what Trainer wanted, not what I, Maximus wanted. I had to walk, trot, and halt when asked. I had to turn when asked and go straight, not zigzag. I had to canter. The whole ring. Over and over. I tried zigging and zagging. I tried ducking the contact. I tried putting my nose in the air. I even bucked. Nothing worked. I HAD to do what she said. Mom said I looked better than I ever have. Trainer agreed with her that riding me is like riding a mare. A MARE! Could they insult me more?? OH and Trainer said that "he's got to learn that this isn't the Max show." Where has she been? This IS the Max show. But I got cookies and a shower so it wasn't too bad in the end.Maximushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11574676034452379752noreply@blogger.com2