Not-So-Speedy Dressage

A Lesson in Photos

1/23/2020

Over the weekend, Speedy and I got a long overdue lesson with Chemaine Hurtado, owner and trainer at Symphony Dressage Stables. With our move to Third Level this past summer, Speedy and I have struggled with bend and forward. He can either bend, or he can go forward. What he can't do, or at least what he thinks he can't do, is go forward with bend.

The exercise Chemaine set up for us attacked both of those things, the bend and the forward. Because Speedy was so adamant that he COULD NOT DO IT, I have to show you a series of photos, all captured from one, 10-minute video, and truthfully, most of the photos were from a 5 minute stretch.

They are hilarious, and they are posted in order. I can't guarantee that the statements below were what Speedy was thinking, but I think it was pretty close. It all started with a gentle warning ... his to me.

Watch it, lady!

Like I said, careful with that thing!

ARE YOU DEAF?

WTH?

I warned you.

Noe you're really starting to piss me off.

Hold my beer.

Oh, for the Love of God!

I am about to open a can of whoop ass, lady!

Grrrr...

I AM AWESOME!

Stay tuned for the actual lesson ...

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Narrow Roads and 4 Wheel Drive

1/22/2020

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Like I said on Monday, I am still learning about Newt. Every time I pull out my owner's manual, I discover some new option or feature that I didn't know Newt has. This weekend, I discovered some pretty good-to-know buttons.

From our Sunday drive.

Sitting smack dab in the middle of California's Central Valley, Bakersfield is flat. It's hard to test out a tow mode that holds a lower gear when you're driving on flat ground. I live on the east side of town though where the valley butts up against the very southern part of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. My husband suggested I haul up to the top of Round Mountain Road. He assured me there was a good spot to turn around up near the top. As it turns out, that spot was too muddy and bumpy, so I went further on up the road.

It's sort of hilly.

While two vehicles will fit across the road, it's pretty narrow, and there is no shoulder. Or better said, there's no useable shoulder. As I wound my way up the road, I started eyeballing even that questionable shoulder because I wasn't finding any kind of spot suitable to turn my 27 foot long trailer around. Not only is the trailer long, but Newt adds another 14 feet minus the 2 feet where the trailer is hitched. It's a lot of rig to just "turn around."

It was challenging, but we're now heading downhill!

I eventually came to a driveway. I stopped in the middle of the road, which you can do when there is zero traffic, especially since I had reached the end of any buildable land. From that point on, the hills are dotted with nothing but oil derricks. I gave that driveway the stink eye, and made an executive decision: I was going to make a three-point turn.

Let me paint you a picture: a road barely wide enough for two cars, no useable shoulder, and what shoulder there was, was muddy, a down-sloping gravel drive way, and a driver who had only driven this truck and trailer combo around the block. Once. Two months ago.

As I took stock of the situation, best friend's voice rang in my ear, she can back that thing up a gnat's ass. And I did. It took a few back and forths, but within five minutes, Newt and I were facing downhill. I smiled smugly to myself, I love girl power, and headed back home, tow mode engaged.

Uh-oh.

Rather than just park and unhitch, I decided to pull up near the hose and give my trailer a quick spray wash. I've done this a zillion times. Once most of the sitting around for two months gunk was gone, I backed up to my parking spot. Or at least I tried to. I realized that I was hitting the gas, but my truck wasn't moving. For a moment, I panicked, certain that I must have backed into the hedge. I jumped out to take a look and realized that both truck tires were planted deep in the marsh that had formed around the leaking spigot.

I shook my head and could only laugh. Just a few days before, I had asked my husband a question about engaging Newt's 4-wheel drive. Blue Truck had 4 wheel drive, and back in my endurance days, I used it with some frequency. It had been close to 10 years since I had used it though. While perusing my manual the day before, I had done a quick verification that Newt's 4 wheel drive worked the same as Blue Truck's.

Admittedly I was probably too close to the spigot anyway. Good thing I didn't hit that.

With no shift on the fly, I hopped out and locked the hubs in place, clicked the knob to 4-low, and gave it some gas. Newt popped out of the mud with ease. Rather than press my luck, I drove around instead of backing up.

The moral of the story is that I can only back it up a gnat's ass. Any wider than that, and I am SOL.

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Arena Re-do

1/21/2020

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Oops. This got published by mistake. Since I can only delete it, not un-publish it, you get Friday's post a few days early.

With the regular flow of rain this winter, not something we've seen much of over the past decade, our arena has taken a real beating. Thanks to the ranch owner, we have excellent footing. It's so nice that even after a heavy rain, I can ride without fear of slipping or sliding.

No matter how nice the footing though, it needs an occasional drag to smooth out the inevitable ridges that form in the corners and along the long sides. We had quite a trench forming. On Monday, we decided that it had finally dried out enough that the DG could actually be dragged around.

Straight up the middle of this photo there used to be a deep Speedy groove.

Reggie, the ranch's fixer of all things, is an excellent hand with the tractor. We had a good chat about where the problem areas were - the long sides and the short side at A, and with that, Reggie set to work. He used the tractor's bucket to slice off the high ridge, and then he dragged the DG down into the channel that Speedy and Izzy had made.

Looking better by the minute.

I can watch the tractor all day long. That thing is hypnotic. I was itching to get up there myself, not that I've ever driven a tractor, but it looks like such a zen thing to do. Like vacuuming.

Reggie adjusting the drag.

Once Reggie was done, I dragged out my meter tape, cones, and t-squares. I first built this dressage court last summer, and I've redone it a few times since, but I kept forgetting to bring the t-squares out to the barn. Man, do those things ever help!

Once it quits raining, I am also going to have to replace my letters. The weather has definitely left mine in less than readable shape. Good thing they're cheap.

And this is one of the better ones.

Building a dressage court definitely takes a lot of time, even if it is made of water bottles, orchard poles, and pvc tubes.

That's a lot of hoof prints for just two 30 minute rides!

Now that I have one though, I can't go back to just guessing. Having those letters and square corners has really helped my riding. Imagine how much better I'll get with fresh letters. Hey, I can hope!

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Newt's Got Some Buttons

1/20/2020

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Equestrians are all about buttons. We want cute ones on our breeches, tricky ones installed on our horses, and if your truck's got some cool ones, all the better. Over the weekend, I learned how to use some of Newt's.

She's not quite this shiny anymore, although she did get to go to the car wash yesterday.

I haven't talked a lot about Newt since she joined our household, but I've sure been enjoying the heck out of her. So far, our adventures have been limited to making the trek to work to the barn, and back home again. Day after day, week after week.

One of my favorite things about the truck is the over-sized fuel tank. It holds a whopping 48 gallons. I only have to stop for diesel twice a month, and frankly, I could probably go three weeks on one tank. For convenience, I pop by the gas station every other weekend. So far, I generally put in about 35 gallons which costs me about $135.

I haven't hauled the horses anywhere yet, but over the long weekend, I thought it was high time to hook her up to my trailer again and learn how to use the manual shift option and the tow/haul button.

As I was finishing hooking up, I switch my dash screen to "towing" and got a nice little surprise.

What's behind that window?

So far so good.

That's my trailer, the Silverlite.

Let's do this.

Wouldn't want to forget that ...

And I walked behind to see that blinkers and tail lights were actually working.

Roger that.

Double checked it myself.

Didn't know it was called that, but yes.

I don't actually need any as I park on a very flat surface, but I did remove the tire covers.

They were good where they were.

I won't know until I actually have some horses in there and we go downhill.

And when you're finished, it goes in reverse.

After going through the checklist, which I found pretty cool, I took Newt for a longer drive up around our closest mountain. It was about a 40 minute round trip. When I got back, I got to try out one of Newt's other buttons. Stay tuned ...

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"Stifle" Injury

1/17/2020

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Many years ago, Montoya injured her stifle. She got hung up in a blanket and strained the soft tissue. As a result, the tendon would hook on the femur giving her a hitch in her gait. After a few moments, the tendon would flip back over the patella and she would be sound.

Montoya's getting a lot of coverage this week.

Two weeks ago, I saw the exact same irregularity in Yellow Dog's gait.

Yellow Dog

Yellow Dog is a rambunctious, four year old Labrador Retriever. She's had several lameness issues and illnesses over her short life, all of which we've been able to mange.

Yellow Dog with Tobias, our 8 year old black Lab.

Both dogs have a drawer full of medications. Tobias, our black lab, suffers from anxiety so he occasionally gets a bit of Ace; New Year's eve and the Fourth of July are not his favorite days of the year. He also gets a bit achey so we have some pain relievers for him. Both dogs also get a daily MovoFlex chew, a joint supplement.

My husband takes them EVERYWHERE.

When I saw Yellow Dog take that first "hitchy" step, I knew she had a stifle injury. My husband used to be a bit skeptical about my ability to diagnose canine issues, but that was long ago. We don't go to the vet until I feel it's a red flag issue. For this, I knew what it was, I just didn't know how severe it might be. My worst fear was that she had suffered a torn cruciate ligament. When after a week she was no better, I called the vet.

Tobias, my husband, and Yellow Dog.

Yesterday afternoon, my husband drove both dogs to the vet, and I met him there after work. He took Tobias for a walk and then joined me in the exam room. While he's a very capable man, my husband doesn't do vet appointments the way I do. You know what I mean. There are 10,000 questions to ask: What's wrong? How do we fix it? What do we do if that doesn't work? How long should I wait to see if this will work? What's the long term prognosis? He asks 1 or 2 questions, maybe, pays the bill, and brings me home the checkout sheet. That's why I talk to the vet.

That's not a smile. It was a plea to get her the hell out of there.

When Dr. Thurman was finally able to see us, he must have been really busy, I gave him the run down: what her gait looked like, how long it had been, and what we were doing about it. He manipulated the joint, laid her on her side to manipulate it even more, and then diagnosed it as a patellar luxation. I hate it when I'm right.

"Really, GET ME OUT OF HERE!"

Basically, the knee cap is popping out of place and then snapping back in. I actually had the same injury a number of years ago, but mine took several days to pop back in. I still guard that knee carefully. Anyway, the prognosis is ... mixed. We started her on some anti-inflammatories hoping that will reduce any inflammation which might help the knee cap stay in place. If so, great. If not, she might just have to live with it. Sort of.

If the patella continues to slide out of the groove, or track, in which it should slide up and down, it might eventually wear it down enough so that it slides more easily. This of course results in a lot less stability, but it won't be as painful. There are some possible surgical options like tacking everything in place, but we're not really looking at that as an option.

For now, we'll give the anti-inflammatories a try. It took Montoya the better part of year to heal, but she did go back to endurance racing and never had a relapse. Fingers crossed for Yellow Dog.

Here's an excellent article on Luxating Patella in dogs.

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What Day is It?

1/16/2020

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I am a perpetual clock and calendar watcher. I need to know the time at any given minute of the day. Same thing for the date. I recently finished reading The Wall, a post apocalyptic novel where the main character also worries about the time until her time pieces fail. Why would you need to worry about the time after the apocalypse?

By the way, the apocalypse is a favorite day dreaming topic of mine. How nice it would be to simply worry about getting food, finding shelter, and not dying from whatever catastrophe that has tried to wipe out mankind. Sometimes, the apocalypse seems preferable to whatever First World problems I am currently struggling with.

Back to the time and date.

The last five years.

Each December I wait patiently for the next year's calendar. In the past I used to get 2 or 3 as gifts. The last few years, I've had to buy my own. The weird thing is that I am super picky about my calendar. I prefer the pages to be attached with wire because they hang flatter. I also need big squares for writing.

Lots of room to write.

This year, I bought my calendar from Amazon. It took a bit of hunting, but I found the perfect will-reorder-it-again calendar. It uses wire to hold the pages together, win. Not only are the squares large, but there are also lines for notes, another win. And then, making all of my dreams come true, there is space for a To-Do list and additional Notes. We have a winner, folks!

An NQR day.

I keep the calendar hanging at the barn for use as a daily log or journal. I write down how the horses look, it's called an SG check and an Iz check. On the days I ride, I note for how long and "grade" the ride. I also note any wounds or anything that's Not Quite Right (NQR).

If it's written down, my OCD tendencies force me to fill in the blanks.

Keeping a quick daily log has proven incredibly useful when something crops up. I can look back to see when that "thing" first started and how long it's taking to heal. I can also answer the vet's questions more intelligently. Instead of it's been there "awhile," I can be very specific.

The notes also remind me that we enjoy far more good days together than bad. Even though the wounds, lamenesses, and jackassery seem to rule my world, they don't. At the end of each month, the squares are always filled with more hearts and smiley faces than grouchy ones.

Does anyone else keep a daily journal?

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Horse Hair Jewelry

1/15/2020

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I am going to be honest here. It sort of creeps me out that people have jewelry made from the manes and tails of horses who are no longer with us. My shield is up; take your best shot.

It wasn't until Montoya, my most beloved horse of all time, passed that I had even heard about cutting off the tail and keeping it as a memento. I am sorry, but no. Hell no. When the vet asked me if I wanted to cut off her tail, I was absolutely horrified. It felt like I would be maiming her to even consider such a thing.

Montoya - Doing the Fire Mountain 50 Miler in January of 2009

After much insisting, I was finally persuaded to take a small piece of her forelock which I placed in a sparkly, gauzy bag along with her bridle tag. I never look at it, and in fact, I had to hunt around my office to even find it.

She passed in January of 2010.

Cutting off one of my horse's tails after death will not be anything that I ever do. I am also opposed to burials. I have made my husband promise, and I mean PROMISE, that my body will be cremated. That's assuming that he outlives me.

I have zero connection to the remains of the deceased. And when it comes to the cremains of a loved one; scatter 'em, I say. And I mean no disrespect. For me, the corporeal shell is just that, a place to hold the essence of who we are. Once we no longer inhabit that being, it is a meaningless bag of bones and hair that should be allowed to return to the earth.

Well, hello there.

So imagine my ... disgust, creep factor, wariness when I opened my birthday card from my dad and stepmom. In it was a gift card to a company that makes jewelry from horse hair. My very first thought was a simple, no. My plan was to just let the gift card sit there unused and hopefully forgotten. But ...

I am also horribly opposed to waste. The gift card was sent with love and the hope that jewelry made from Speedy's or Izzy's hair would bring me joy. I decided to look at the web site and see what it was all about. SpiritHorse Designs is a small company that specializes in meeting the needs of each of its customers. From what I can tell, the company is a one-woman show.

At first, I decided I would just order a piece of jewelry using the horse hair they keep in stock. I didn't want to know where the hair came from, I just didn't want it to be from Montoya. And then I read something that really struck me.

Don't wait until you have to say goodbye to have a special horse hair bracelet or jewelry created.
Don't wait until it's too late and you are on the floor, sobbing in heart felt pain.
Don't wait until your barn bestie is beside themselves in a grief so deep they don't even hear you comforting them.
Create an incredible moment of giving and love right now - so you can see and feel the joy a custom horse hair bracelet brings!

Don't wait until you have to say goodbye ... I never thought of it like that. It didn't bother me at all to cut a hunk of Speedy's and Izzy's tails while they munched happily on their breakfast.

i don't think either horse will miss this little bit.

It didn't bother me one little bit to carefully shampoo each strand ...

Angela, the owner of SpiritHorse Designs provides directions for how to send her your horse's hair.

As I happily shampoo'ed, I realized how horrible it would be to wash away the dirt and debris knowing your horse was gone. But mine aren't gone. They're right here with me.

Speedy's yellow tail hairs started to turn white.

As I scrubbed and rubbed, it was done with joy in my heart knowing that both of my boys were happily eating their dinners after having been ridden and loved on during the morning.

Izzy's tail was a lot dirtier!

As I washed and rinsed, I actually felt excited about wearing a piece of jewelry made from their hair. They didn't mind giving it up, and now wearing a bracelet will make me smile every time I look down at it.

Clean and nearly dry.

It takes two to four weeks for your jewelry to arrive, so I'll be sure to let you know how the bracelet turns out. I no longer feel creeped out by the thought of wearing a piece of jewelry made from my horses' hair. Instead, it feels me with joy.

As it turns out, the gift certificate was the perfect gift. I am filled with joy and gratitude at just the thought of seeing that bracelet.

Thank you, Dad and Judy! I am going to love it, I know.

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Updated Medical Kit

1/14/2020

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While I was never a boy scout, or a girl scout for that matter, I do adhere to the Be Prepared! motto. Or as they say, prepare for the worst, but expect the best. Because really, an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. With horses, you simply can't be prepared enough.

My medical kit is now comprised of two drawers and a plastic tub filled with jars of goop.

When I took my new bottle of saline solution out to the barn over the weekend, I realized that I needed to do some reorganizing to get everything to fit. After taking care of the ranch owner's horse's abscess a few weeks ago, things were in a bit of a disarray. I pulled out of each of the drawers and took stock.

What size bandage do you need?

The bottom drawer of my kit holds bandaging material. The sheet cotton is stored elsewhere as it takes up too much room. In this drawer, I have vet wrap - for some reason I prefer blue. I buy this stuff in bulk because when you need it, you'll need at least a dozen rolls. I also have brown gauze which is super handy for any kind of wrap. I also keep cotton rolls on hand because sometimes sheet cotton is too tall.

Telfa pads are great for loading goop onto a wound, and they won't stick to the wound unless you inadvertently stick it fuzzy side down in the dark. Ask me how I know. I also keep a supply of hydrophilic foam pads which are excellent for treating proud flesh. Gauze pads, the 4 inch kind, are just good for everything. Duct tape. It requires no explanation. And yes, all of that fits inside this drawer although I don't know how.

The top drawer.

The top drawer of my medical kit is reserved for my delicate items, the most sensitive of which are stored in a second plastic container with a snap-on lid. Around the edges are stored things like the saline solution - the lids screws on so it doesn't leak. I also keep a small plastic box with a snap on lid that is great for syringing out of. Of course, no kit is complete without scissors, a hoof pick, a hoof knife, AluShield wound spray, and a Sharpie marker. You wouldn't believe how helpful a Sharpie marker can be.

The tub within a tub.

The innermost tub contains everything that I wouldn't want to get dirty. I keep syringes and prescription strength medications in here. There's also a stethoscope and a thermometer - please learn how to use them before you need to. I also keep ointments, Ace, plastic baggies, and plastic sleeves - the kind the vets use for rectal exams, in this tub. Frankly, I am not entirely sure what all is in there as most of it is small.

Who ya gonna call?

While I have my vet's number memorized, I am not guaranteed to be the one to find one of my boys in distress. Just to help that person, whomever they might be, I also keep my vet's card in the front of the box where you can see it through the plastic.

It's to the point now that I have so much that when when of the horses does need to see the vet it's for stuff that I simply can't do: sutures, tooth extractions, surgery, cryotherapy ... give me a few more years though. With just a bit more practice, I could probably yank a tooth and stitch something back up.

Don't tell Dr. Tolley though; he might start making me do all the work!

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What's in the Box?

1/13/2020

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I don't know a single horse girl who doesn't receive regular deliveries of equine related products. And if she's smart, she has Amazon Prime. We get something delivered at least once a week.

When I saw a box sitting patiently alongside the house - Yellow Dog chews so there's a sign directing the delivery person to leave things on the LEFT SIDE OF THE HOUSE, I rubbed my hands in delight.

Good things come in packages large and small.

I eagerly pulled out my package-opening scissors and cut the tape.

What is it? What is it?

I order so frequently that I often can't remember which box is due which day. The day before this box, there was a huge box, and for the life of me, I couldn't remember what I had ordered that would come in such a huge box. It was two new skillets.

This time?

Womp, womp.

Saline solution. Yes, I know it's not worth getting excited about, but my supply was running low. Given how often my horses try to poke an eye out, I thought I had better stock up before it was an emergency.

My Public Service Announcement for the week: have saline solution on hand!

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When You Don't Have Crossties

1/10/2020

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I've owned horses for nearly 40 years. I just turned 49, so that number keeps creeping up. Better than the alternative as my mom would say. In all those years, I've only kept my horses at a barn that had crossties exactly once. The rest of the time, I've tied my horses to whatever was handy - trees, hitching rails, my own trailer, fences, and even old trailers. Sort of like now.

It's just an old trailer.

You've all seen one of my horses tied up to this old trailer about a million times. Someone once asked if Izzy could fit in there. No, I don't believe he would. It seems like such a nothing special kind of place, but over the years, I've turned this tacking up spot into home.

For Izzy, it's a great place to tie because he has learned to stand patiently at a trailer and eat. Every square inch of the back of that trailer serves a purpose. I can leave either horse there for as long as I need to, and I know they're safe.

Everything but the bridle and grooming bucket live there all year round. As the hay gets wet or dusty, I dump it out, but the horses usually empty it before that happens. The wood chips are an absolute godsend; they keep the area free of dust, and rain just percolates right on through, so no puddles form. Before the wood chips, A lake would form every time it rained.

The mounting block usually holds my grooming bucket, but it's also convenient for when I need to stand on it for braiding, clipping bridle paths, or medicating goopy eyes. We have a three-step mounting block in the arena, so this one just serves the barn.

The ranch owner had the wheel cover built to protect the tires from sun, but it was also designed to protect the horses in the event that someone decides to throw an impromptu temper tantrum.

All the conveniences of home.

The little trailer is parked next to the barn, but not too close as to make the area feel crowded. When I am ready to saddle, I don't need a saddle stand outside. It's 3 or 4 short steps from my saddle rack to my horse. When I sit on my little stool to put on boots or check my phone, I can keep my eye on whoever is tied up at the moment.

Probably best of all is that there are lights for outside and an electrical outlet for running my clippers. I keep a short extension cord with my clippers which gives me plenty of room. In all my years of owning horses, this is only the second time I've had an electrical outlet that didn't require 12 miles of extension cords. That and the wood chips have me boarding here for life.

That's Speedy in the little red circle.

Not only can I keep my eye on whomever is tied up, but Izzy and Speedy can keep an eye on each other as well. When Speedy's tied up, Izzy comes up to the fence to hang out with us. Speedy lives on the other half of the field, so he can't get quite as close, but the horses like being able to see one another.

I am not sure who has adopted whom.

While tacking up in a barn certainly has its advantages, I find that unless it's pouring rain, the little niche that we've managed to carve out serves us quite well. Besides, I don't think Bunny would come as willing into a barn as he does with just a little trailer. Anyone else? What does your tacking up spot look like?

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About the
Writer & Rider

I am a lifetime rider.
I began endurance riding in 1996 where I ultimately completed five, one-day 100 mile races, the 200-mile Death Valley Encounter, and numerous other 50, 65, and 75 mile races. I began showing dressage in 2010.
Welcome to my dressage journey.

Photo by Lori Ovanessian

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About Speedy G

Speedy went from endurance horse to dressage horse. We're currently showing Third Level for the 2019 show season. Speedy is a 2004, 15'1 hand, purebred Arabian gelding. His Arabian Horse Registry name is G Ima Starr FA.

August 2018

About Izzy

Izzy was started as a four-year old and then spent the next 18 months in pasture growing up. I bought him as a six-year old, and together, we are schooling and showing at the lower levels. He is a 2008, 16'3 hand warmblood gelding. His Rheinland Pfalz-saar International (RPSI) name is Imperioso.

March 2019

Bakersfield Dressage approved!

FOR THE SMALLER EQUINE ATHLETE

I love her stuff!

National Awards

USDF Second Level Rider Performance Award - 2018

2nd Level Rider Performance, 2018

USDF First Level Rider Performance Award - 2015

1st Level Rider Performance, 2015

USDF Training Level Rider Performance Award - 2013

Training Level Rider Performance, 2013

State Awards

CDS Ruby Rider Award - 2018
CDS Second Level Horse Performance Award - 2018

Ruby Rider Award, 2018

2020 Show Season

Show Rating
(***) CDS/USDF/USEF
(*) CDS
(s) Schooling
(c) Clinic
(r) Ride-a-Test Clinic
(Q) Must Qualify

2020 Pending …
3/7-8 El Sueno (***)
3/22 Fresno (***)
4/11-12 El Sueno (***)
4/26 TMC (*)
5/9-10 El Sueno (***)
5/31 TMC (*)
6/13-14 El Sueno (***)
6/28 TMC (*)
7/11-12 El Sueno (***)
7/26 TMC (*)
8/8-9 RAAC (Q)
8/30 TMC (*)
10/24-25 SCEC (***)

2020 Completed …
10/26-27/19 SCEC (***)

Qualifying Scores for 2020

Regional Adult Amateur Competition (RAAC)
3rd Level Qualifying
3 Scores/2 Judges:
Score 1: 60.405% Atkins
Score 2: 62.432% Atkins
Score 3:

CDS Championship
3rd Level Qualifying
5 Scores/4 Judges:
Score 1: 60.405% Atkins
Score 2: 62.432% Atkins
Score 3:
Score 4:
Score 5:

Working Towards:

CDS 3rd Level Horse Performance Award
3 Judges/3 Shows:
Score 1: 63.514% Lindholm
Score 2: 62.105% Lindholm
Score 3: 63.243% Wadeborn
Score 4: 60.405% Atkins
Score 5: 62.432% Atkins
Score 6:

CDS Sapphire Rider Award
Third Level: 63.514%
Third Level: 62.105%
Fourth Level:
Fourth Level:

USDF Bronze Medal
First Level - 70.179%
First Level - 72.600%
Second Level - 62.879%
Second Level - 61.970%
Third Level - 62.432%
Third Level -

A Lesson in Photos

Narrow Roads and 4 Wheel Drive

Arena Re-do

Newt's Got Some Buttons

"Stifle" Injury

What Day is It?

Horse Hair Jewelry

Updated Medical Kit

What's in the Box?

When You Don't Have Crossties

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