January saw Prair's return to working over fences. We cantered some (very) small lines, set our sights back on Thermal and slowly continued our rehab. I went on the Great Girth Hunt of 2015 and ended up buying like four when I really only needed one. (shocking). I fell in love with my new Konig boots, and sent our beloved Gus off to his new home.
|Bye Gus! Don't Forget to write!|
Pair's ultrasound confirmed that she was "totally healed" so we finalized plans for Thermal, and off we went. Showing with a baby in tow is... harder. Though The Boy was a CHAMP and made it all work out ok.
|She's totally ok here while I go for my Under Saddle, right?|
But, Pair and I got off to a great start and it was so much fun to be into he ring again, even if we were still jumping the tiniest fences imaginable.
|I love her neck.|
We finished up Thermal with another Circuit Championship and a couple second half awards as well. I really can't emphasize how much I love showing for weeks on end in the sunshine. You get to fix mistakes right away and there are so many gorgeous horses to watch and so much crappy show food to eat. It's amazing.
|Inside Horses stay inside.|
We started (and ended) our local show season with two weeks at the Fairgrounds. We discovered that apparently warming up is for losers and Pair walked straight from her stall to the ring with very encouraging results. We were both Champion and Reserve in our Hunter and Eq (switching which one was better each week) and won our 2'6" medal both weeks as well.
|I was impressed (the baby was not)|
Staring at the second soft tissue injury in a year, I drowned my sorrows in wine and started expressing myself in only Emojis.
|Who needs words.|
Of course, I managed to pull the trigger on a new show coat right before the vet ended our season. So that was neat. (for the record that coat still has tags on it).
Things got boring fast. Prair got all the shockwave and PRP and wraps and cookies. I spent lots of time in her stall (again) grooming (again).
|So fat. So boring.|
Still bored I started to get creative with my horsey time. I went shopping (duh), called a pet psychic (wha?) and got all warm and fuzzy seeing Gus in his new home.
|This is what a happy horse looks like|
Literally nothing happens. I don't even take a picture of my horse on stall rest, because nothing is different. I come to terms with the idea that I don't want Prair to jump ever again, and The Boy takes me on vacations so I don't notice (as much) that I'm not off enjoying a fun Summer Show Season.
The mare was still locked up in her stall, so I pontificated on the issue of Drugs in the Hunter Ring and watched the baby MOOOO at the Mini Paint on the farm.
|Not a Paint, so this one was "woofed" at|
The horse shopping begins in earnest. I'm so excited I revert to using emojis again
|His jump was dreamy though|
This month was a pure hell of waiting. Tickets for Germany were bought, but the trip was still an eternally long six weeks away (I hate waiting). I started thinking about things for a new horse like insurance, and saddles, and all the fun trimmings long before we know if I'd even find one. Prair moved to a new home for her extended rehab and I find a cool shop on Etsy and have some of Prair's favorite photos posterized.
The real fun stared right away with the champagne on a plane.
Then actually we got him home and it was the best Thanksgiving Day Miracle ever.
Windsor got to eat about 42 flakes of hay a day, learned that Hunters do a lot of flatwork and I don't always nail my distances....
But most importantly, it's clear we made the right choice with him. He is a huge, goofy, patient boy and even though he isn't a pro at his job yet, it feels like just what I need right now.
Happiest New Year from all the gang at Pisa's Parade...