MrsMozart
Just passing through...
This'll probably come out as a whinge(!), in which case I apologise in advance
The Dizzy one has been having a fling with Dr Green ever since I realized something was wrong (going backwards into a van, all out hissy fit).
That was over three weeks ago
. We had to wait for power tool work, and that meant waiting until we could get vet and dentist at the same time (Mary Kate came out on her day off, so many thankies to her; and Lizzie vet came out disgustingly early, so thankies to her too). Then I've left her for just over a week to give her mouth time to settle down, and for her to eat (and eat and eat and eat lol).
But, and here's the rub, I've left Dizz to chill because if I bring her up to the stables she gets all excited and stressy and the weight melts away
And now I feel like I don't really have a horse
.
I've found myself thinking more and more of my little mare Tiggy and crying over losing her. I've hardly thought about Dizz, other than checking she's okay, etc. I don't know if it's a defence mechanism - I spent so much of last year with Tiggy being lame or just not quite right. We should have been out and about this year.
I sometimes wonder if it's not meant to be for me, that I'll never compete properly. Many (many!) moons ago my Mum had the chance for me to compete via the PC, but I didn't know about it, and for reasons that are now boring to go into, she didn't follow it up. When I worked with horses I was the lightweight stickybummed one that went on everything that had an issue, but never got to compete more than a handful of times (was always getting horses right for the owners, who then competed them). Bought a horse twenty months ago, and lost her eight months ago. Bought another horse six months ago, and she's bobbered, don't know if she'll ever compete, or even if she'll stay sound - got to get her fit first and that seems too far away to even think about properly.
Friend offers me Big Cob, which is lovely and kind (and he puts up with my sheer incompetance in return for handfulls of Polos lol), but I want (I sound so spoilt brattish here) to compete my own; and I'm forty-five, I'm running out of time to be such a beginner, espcially when I don't know when I'l actually get to 'begin'.
Sorry, moaning minnie me. Hot choccies with choice of trimmings and Ferro Roche for all
The Dizzy one has been having a fling with Dr Green ever since I realized something was wrong (going backwards into a van, all out hissy fit).
That was over three weeks ago
But, and here's the rub, I've left Dizz to chill because if I bring her up to the stables she gets all excited and stressy and the weight melts away
I've found myself thinking more and more of my little mare Tiggy and crying over losing her. I've hardly thought about Dizz, other than checking she's okay, etc. I don't know if it's a defence mechanism - I spent so much of last year with Tiggy being lame or just not quite right. We should have been out and about this year.
I sometimes wonder if it's not meant to be for me, that I'll never compete properly. Many (many!) moons ago my Mum had the chance for me to compete via the PC, but I didn't know about it, and for reasons that are now boring to go into, she didn't follow it up. When I worked with horses I was the lightweight stickybummed one that went on everything that had an issue, but never got to compete more than a handful of times (was always getting horses right for the owners, who then competed them). Bought a horse twenty months ago, and lost her eight months ago. Bought another horse six months ago, and she's bobbered, don't know if she'll ever compete, or even if she'll stay sound - got to get her fit first and that seems too far away to even think about properly.
Friend offers me Big Cob, which is lovely and kind (and he puts up with my sheer incompetance in return for handfulls of Polos lol), but I want (I sound so spoilt brattish here) to compete my own; and I'm forty-five, I'm running out of time to be such a beginner, espcially when I don't know when I'l actually get to 'begin'.
Sorry, moaning minnie me. Hot choccies with choice of trimmings and Ferro Roche for all