Sunday was mid-sixties weather. No big! Hubby found the clippers and we bought new blades for them. Sprayed some WD-40 on them and greased them up with the last of my Oster oil. Pulled Bobby out, switched clippers on, put the blades to his yak coat, and....
Gah! BO was nice enough to look at them really quickly. She tightened the tension a bit, but that did nothing. She said I'd probably just have to soak them a day in oil. I hate clippers. I don't hate clipping, but I hate clippers. I was so pissed at them, I decided to forgoe clipping until Hubby came back and go out on a trail ride.
|"there iz monsters EVERYWHERE!"|
He gave the hairy eye ball to some trees that had been cut down and pushed off to the side of the trail that hadn't been there the last time we were out. He gave the hairy eye ball and a few sideways steps over the "bridge" that covers the culvert pipes (it's really just leveled out ground). And then! Then!! We saw it. A log that used to be over the path. Bobby has jumped this log. Bobby has walked past this log after it got cut down and moved aside. But today it was going to kill him.
We had a solid five minute fight about getting past it. Wheeling around, running backwards, and snorting before I finally gave him a serious Pony Club kick and he cantered by it, scooting sideways towards the woods. Only what was right ahead of us? ANOTHER LOG! Ahhhh!!!!
Once we cantered by that, scooting sideways the other direction, I made him trot on. We trotted 95% of the ride. Every time we tried to come back to the walk, he found something to have a mega spook about.
Trotting seemed to take care of most of the issues, but we did have one moment where he tried to break into a gallop down one of the paths that I usually let him run down. I pulled him back so his front end stopped, but the back end didn't and he tripped over his own feet and fell right on his nose. That, of course, was cause for a scoot, buck, and another attempt at galloping forward. Two thrumbs up for my trusty, foot perfect event horse. Or not.
We spooked at pretty much everything, trotting or not, on our way back. Bobby's spooks are pretty lame, but he was putting in some effort Sunday. We finally made it back to the driveway soaking wet.
Needless to say, it was awesome! I love working with Thoroughbreds and all the silliness that entails. Bobby finally showed some OTTB crazies, and I loved every minute of it.
and thinking about spooking at tyler and simon.
Bobby's so used to people playing with his giant donkey ears, he had no issues with me slinging the hat over his head--especially not when there were cookies on hand.
He was dry enough in some spots to clip, so once again, I borrowed a pair of BO's blades and started the abuse. Bobby's such a chill dude on the ground. He stood like a statue the whole time. He couldn't see what I was up to, of course, otherwise he would have been trying to run. Dirty, sweaty horse? Not a good idea for clipping! He has track marks up the wahzoo, but we're not going anywhere so I don't really care. Give it some time and he'll look lovely. Maybe.
I uncovered some gross skin funk on his shoulders, so I gave him a Microtek bath afterwards. That, my friends, is how you clip completely bass-ackwards.