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Comment by lesley bruce on October 31, 2008 at 5:53am

Hi Ray Barnbridge,

As there is no story in your post for judetoo not sure if you meant to post here but glad you did your project looks great.

thanks
Cheers
(¯`*•.¸(¯`*•.¸Lesley¸.•*´¯)¸.•*´¯)

Comment by Ingrid on October 30, 2008 at 9:57pm

Things have been rather quiet on the homefront with Lasso latley...I guess a our last episode was a couple of weeks ago, while at a barrele race..About fifty yards off the far end of the arena was a railroad track..Here comes the Freight train with it's horn a Balring, WOOO HOOOO WOOO HOOOO.Clickity clack clickity clackclickity clack...he was not faized by the roar and the loud camotion made by the Freight train...But with just minutes fom the train passing He stops dead in his tracks , ears set foward head held high nostrils a flaring and feet planted sternly and not willing to take one step more ...Just about a 1oo ft. to the right of us was the scaryest Very scary (lasso thought)..........little white goat eating grass quietly by it's self.........Who would ever thought a little white goat would be scaryer that a roaring freight train.??...........Only My Lasso :)

Comment by Linda on October 30, 2008 at 7:46pm

A last one from Salad...

Arrived at yard the other day to see Salad having his teeth done with a drill. Standing like a trooper, and letting the chap just get on with it. Stark contrast to Molly who did Drama Queen and got herself hysterical, and had to be done manually. Chap was ever so patient and nice, what he didn't know is that she's terrified of buzzing clippers/drills/etc, so she was worked up before we got to her.

Came home afterwards, and tried to arrange vet to come out to sedate for clipping - can't get a vet until the end of next week. So she's going to get a bit warm next week unless we get another cold snap.

Went back to yard and pulled her mane, in exchange she flattened my big toe :ouch:

Had arranged to go out on a hack with 2 of the other liveries - the bravest 2 on the yard, who have deemed me acceptable to go out with them (they are really nice, just don't take much to do with others) Got Salad ready because they seemed a bit worried that I might want to take Molly after her dreadful morning (she'd have been fine) but thought Salad could do with a blow out anyway.

We all get on and the chap goes in front as his horse likes to be there. I'm new so stay where I am, his mare won't walk forward, so eventually Salad bravely goes in front and we all troop out. Out of the yard onto the bridlway, mare is now jogging to be in front, so let her in front and she promptly stops again. Meanwhile 'Bob the Cob', bobs along with us whistling.

Got down to the stream, Salad has a camp moment and Riverdances goggle eyed in front of this tiny bit of water "Is horse eating water" he says in his best russian, "is particularly bad for chestnut horse" jiggling away like a morris dancer os speed, with that Bob the Cob goes straight past, Salad does a double take - "Oi!! Slow horse, no!' I am leader!!!", levitates over the stream, 3 counties visible between my ass and the saddle as he clears it like its a Grand National fence and rudely overtakes poor Bob, who briefly looks astonished before going back to trundling with a philisophical shrug.

Down through the woods, up the road, and onto a canter track. They tell me to go on, but I don't know the track, and ask them to go in front. 100 yards later we are still trotting, mare isn't having it, and Bob is still whistling waiting for someone else to go on, Salad is huffing and puffing, looking at his watch and demanding "What is hold up? Ready for galloping now". Asked Salad for canter and call that we'll come through and lead, then we all set off, had the best part of a mile of lovely hand canter, had to keep slowing for the others, Salad grinning and dying to just GO. Pulled up, and they others catch up saying, "my that was fast!" - (I'm thinking eh? - Salads thoughts at this stage are unprintable) They don't know the boy..... Think they may have an eye opener when they come hunting with us next week....

Uneventful back to the yard, Salad in front, feeling very cheerful, sun was shining, what a lovely day for a hack. Couple of horses in fields we rode past came galloping up to us, Salad doing his best (in russian accent) "hello beautiful lady - want to come and play with me?" Bless him, all arching neck and gleaming in the sun - he thought he was "the dogs" anyway - he has opinions that horse:-)

Comment by olivia on October 29, 2008 at 2:52pm

Dear Lesley Bruce

Here are a few photos of my cheeky, loveable pony’’ Socks’’. He is on loan and is a rescue pony from Jenny McGregor’s. I have had Socks for 2 years, but it has taken him a year to fully trust me and my Mum. My pony is named Socks because he has four white socks. He is a very licky pony and will easily lick you to death. He was very difficult to catch but is a sucker for an extra strong mint. Socks isn’t very confident and used to have panic attacks.


Socks is kept at home on the Farm with my Mum’s 24 year-old Mare and also her 8 year-old new Mare named ‘‘Jess’’.To start with me and Socks went out with my Mum on her bike, but now I can luckily ride out with Jess all of the time.


Some of my memories are:

1. My first gallop was when Mum was stood at the end of the field and I whizzed of down the other end only to find the next minute I was tumbling to the ground (laughing) but funnily enough Socks didn’t notice at all and happily kept galloping round the field stirrups flying, I think he might of thought I was incredibly light!


2. First time Socks went into the Trailer he wouldn’t budge but as soon as a
Mint appeared he was in and ready before you could say Socks.


3 When I went up to my Mums friends Manage, Mum set up some jumps, I
Cantered towards them, he stopped and I was just about to turn him away when suddenly Socks lept a mile up over the jump with me gob-smacked sitting there!


Yours sincerely

Olivia Cullimore
Age 10

Comment by lesley bruce on October 26, 2008 at 8:58am

Hi Francine,

Your Tonic is well named, reading about him gave me a tonic thats for sure, thanks.

What a character ... you must never know what to expect next ... a proper comedien he's probably scared you to death so many times, not intentionally of course he must think you know it's just a game.

Great reading.
Cheers
(¯`*•.¸(¯`*•.¸Lesley¸.•*´¯)¸.•*´¯)

admin can probably help with the photo or
Try emailing photo to - judetoo@mail.com

Comment by Francine Gentile on October 25, 2008 at 7:18pm

Hello Linda,
I have the perfect Horse for your collections. Actually you could do an entire series on this particular horse. His name is Tonic and I honestly do not know where to begin with his stories. Tonic is the goofiest, most engenious horse I've ever had the priviledge of knowing and owning.

He is an escape artist who not only can escape from his stall on a regular basis, he is also notorious for taking apart temporary stabling at horse shows. He once picked off every plastic taper on a temporary stall made of cloth untill he could stick his head out of the bottom half of the door, not to escape but just to look around. After we had jerryrigged the stall door he proceeded to so the same to the front pannel of this stall. He did not escape, he just wanted to be closer to us humans sitting on chairs outside of his stall.

On a seperate occasion he was being trailered with my other horse to my trainers for a riding lesson. The ride went smoothly and upon arrival at my trainers (a 20 minute trip), Tonic had proceeded to lift the center divider up and out of a shaft from which I had never even knew it could be removed. With his head and neck he proceeded to pull the center divider towards himself, so that when I opened the trailer, my older horse has 3/4 of the trailer to himself with Tonic squished in the remaining 1/4 of the trailer. I have since had to jerryrig the trailer so that the divider has no possible way of seperating.

When I take Tonic into the grooming stall to tack him up, If he is not properly supervised he proceeds to do many odd things. We have a wooden saddle rack on the side wall of the grooming stall, well out of reeach of any horse on the crossties - EXCEPT TONIC. He will move his long body off to the side and with his hind leg reach over and pull the entire saddle rack into the center of the grooming stall (mind you saddle and all) He will then proceed to position his body directly ontop of the wooden rack and saddle so that it is up against his under belly and then he will scratch his underbelly back and forth against the saddle rack and saddle. ( I guess I should mention that the saddle rack is about 4 feet high and about four to five feet long). So he basically stands with all of his tack under his belly - perhaps he would like to ride instead?

We also have a muck tub in the back corner of the grooming stall for the quick removal of manure...or for Tonic's enjoyment. He will often proceed to back into the muck tub, placing one or both of his hind legs in the tub and move the tub from one corner of the grooming stall to the other. He rarely knocks the tub over, but he will position it to wherever he would like it and then will gently take his hind legs cautiously out of the tub. Occasionally he will help out and deposit his own manure in it.

In the wash stall there is a shovel and broom which hang against the back side wall of the stall. At their lowest point the shovel is about 2 1/2 feet off of the ground. Tonic once lifted his hind leg to push against the hanging shovel, in doing so he somhow got the edge of the shovel wedged between his horse shoe and hoof. So his leg was stuck in the air attached to a shovel. Rather then panick as any other horse might do - he made a game of it. He would lift his leg higher and tap the shovel against the wall. Tap Tap Tap. After the third time he did this, with me panicking for him, the hook where the shovel was hanging snapped and somehow the shovel flung up into the air, right over Tonic to the other side of the wash stall and onto the floor. Tonic just stood in pure amusement of the fact that he could toss the shovel over his body with such ease. He did not spook, he simply looked with his head and neck from on side to the next admiring his toss.

Then there is a story of Tonic with standing bandages on. One day before a show I had just finished scrubbing his high White stockings and made him sparkling clean. I decided to wrap him with standing bandages in order to keep his whites white. When I went in for night check, Tonic had managed to pull the pillowed quilt from under the standing bandage completely off. It was torn into pieces and well mixed into the bedding of his stall. Perhaps he thought that the shredded quilt cold be a fluffier bedding to lie on. The strange part is the actual standing bandage remained on his leg as if it were a bangled anklet.

In the field for turnout, he will often times have his bell boots removed from his hooves, in his mouth running around the pasture. Occasrionally tossing them out of the confines of his field.

I gave him a Jolly ball in his stall for amusement and it is not unusual for us to see him dangling the jolly ball out of his stall tanatalizing my dog who would like to play with the ball and Tonic. On seperate occasions you just see a big red ball come flying out of Tonic's stall. When I tell him of my expectations for him to be an olympic star, he is apparently thinking and practicing for a discus throw instead of equestrian events.

His personalitya nd character carry on when he is being ridden as well. I have been teaching him his flying changes and one beautiful summer day we were cantering across the arena about to change rein and a butterfly crossed our path. Tonic proceeded to squeal and jump even higher in the air to toss both front legs at the butterfly as if he were playing with it. In the air he did a beautiful flying change and gave new meaning to expressive changes.

I can go on and on, these are just some instances on the top of my head. But you could certainly have fun with this horse.

Thanks for reading about him,
Francine

ps I am having a tough time uploading a picture on this site. Can I forward one to an email address?

Comment by lesley bruce on October 24, 2008 at 7:58pm

Melissa.

It is lovely, I'm smiling all over my face reading your story and smile again because I know Willow's name but not your daughter's. Well, think I know who's boss then.

Great, Thanks.
Cheers
(¯`*•.¸(¯`*•.¸Lesley¸.•*´¯)¸.•*´¯)

Comment by Linda on October 24, 2008 at 4:34pm

Lesley - My fault this time - sorry!

2 shots here

http://good-times.webshots.com/album/562422035cOtObx

Comment by Melissa on October 24, 2008 at 7:35am

The photos didn't seem to work for my story, so here are the links to them. Sorry!
http://www.flickr.com/photos/2001toys/2484751974/in/set-72157601196429664/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/2001toys/2483935945/in/set-72157601196429664/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/2001toys/2484751974/in/set-72157601196429664/

Comment by Melissa on October 24, 2008 at 7:33am

My "Jude Too" story: My daughter and I own a little quarter horse, who loves to run! Some days, she would prefer just to play rather than work (who wouldn't). Anyhow, on these days, if my daughter is the one to go out to get her, Willow will put her tail up and gallop away! She'll continue to do this for 10-15 minutes, galloping past my daughter each time, just to tease her and then stand at a spot far enough away and snort as if to taunt my daughter into playing the game. Sometimes, she'll give in and play but other times, she'd rather just ride. It's rather entertaining to watch! One day, when this happened, my daughter decided to try sneaking up on Willow by hiding behind one of her paddock mates....a small pony! Anyway, she hid behind the small pony and tried to sneak up on Willow! Well! Willow's a smart horse and wasn't fooled! She waited and watched as they 'snuck' up on her and just as they were getting too close, she would take off at a gallop to the opposite corner of the paddock! It was hilarious!

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