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Endurance horses are very, very good at a "trot out." In eventing, I think they refer to it as a "trot up." An endurance trot out happens at the pre- and post-vet checks as well as at all vet checks during a race. The purpose of course is to ascertain whether the horse is sound or not. Since endurance horses are asked to do so many trot outs during a single endurance race, they get pretty good at it. Speedy does perfect trot outs. Even if your horse is never going to be an endurance horse or an eventer, it's still highly likely that at some time in his life he'll need to do a trot out for the vet. I taught Izzy to do a decent trot out years ago, but ... I haven't practiced at all. With his recent lameness (still working under the assumption that it's a stone bruise), I have found it necessary to check his soundness by doing a trot out. Let's just say that the first one did not go well.  This is not THAT trot out, but you get the idea. The first day I did the trot out, no one could tell whether he was lame or not. He would not trot in a straight line, and he yanked me all over the place as he boisterously flung his head in every direction but forward. I realized this was not the kind of behavior I expect from my horses, so I set out to fix things over the weekend.  Not perfect, but improving. With my vet's approval, I gave Izzy the better part of a week off with Equioxx to reduce any inflammation. Since he wasn't overtly lame or uncomfortable, and since he whinnied at me incessantly to come play with him, I've used the past week to school the trot out. After just one day, he got much better at it. It took a couple of sharp corrections, but he eventually remembered that my job is to set the pace, and his job is to trot out along side me without trying to dodge left or right or run me over. Especially that last part.  More or less what it should like. Each day that we practice, he gets more confident and relaxed. He still wants to get sassy as we come back towards the barn, but I am working on it. Over the weekend, my husband brought the dogs to the ranch for a run and a swim in the river. I try not to pester him to do videos when he comes out as he finds it incredibly boring, but I really needed a trot out video to check Izzy's current soundness. So, despite our two dogs trying to trip everyone up, my husband shot a good video of Izzy's work-in-progress trot out. Izzy did really well trotting to the top of the driveway especially considering that our dogs were running every which way and the ranch dogs were barking at them. The trot out back toward the barn was terrible. We're working on it.
There is no end to the things you can teach a horse, and some of them are even helpful. I turned 50 on Sunday. Rather than feeling depressed or sad, I found the idea of turning 50 pretty hilarious. It's like somebody just pulled a really good prank. Ha ha - you got me. I am sure the horror of landing undeniably in middle age will eventually hit me, but for now, I giggle every time I think about it.  Birthday card from my Mother-in-law. My birthday is not my favorite day of the year. It's not about being older; the day just comes with a lot of baggage. On Saturday, the day before my birthday, I spontaneously jumped at the idea of going hiking with my husband and the dogs. He goes every weekend while I ride, so he was a little surprised that I wanted to go. Tobias, our black lab, was celebrating his 9th birthday, so it was easier for me to "celebrate" my birthday weekend on someone else's "special day."  Wind Wolves waterfall We headed out to the Wind Wolves Preserve, a spot my husband enjoys. From the website: Wind Wolves Preserve is in an ecologically unique region where the Transverse Ranges, Coast Ranges, Sierra Nevada, western Mojave Desert and San Joaquin Valley influences converge. Due to elevation ranges from 640 to 6,005 feet, the Preserve has an impressive array of landforms and habitats that serve as a critical landscape linkage and wildlife corridor between the Coast Ranges and Sierra Nevada.  Looking down on the parking area. There is a large network of trails to explore, but my husband had already picked out our hike. With such a beautiful, clear day, he knew that a hike to the top of the ridge would give us an excellent view of the valley below. He was right. With the dogs jogging ahead - Yellow Dog, and sometimes lagging behind - old man Tobias, we made the climb, pausing occasionally to look back.  After a short break to catch our breath, we all hiked back down to the trail head where the dogs played in the creek, very happy to cool off. With all our drinking water consumed and me with the beginnings of a headache, we decided to grab lunch at a taco truck that lives on the corner on Old River Road. That taco truck has been on that corner for as least long as I've lived in Bakersfield. It's literally in the middle of nowhere. The food is excellent though. My husband had a water, but I needed some caffeine. A Coke and three amazing tacos later, and I felt much better. On the way home, we stopped by Nothing Bundt Cakes for some mini birthday cakes.  Panorama view. On my actual birthday, I rode Izzy in the morning, and then my husband enjoyed a burger and fries from my favorite mom and pop diner. Later in the afternoon I visited with my parents on FaceTime while I opened presents. I had forgotten what I had wished for, so it was with real surprise when I opened my gifts and saw a proper stethoscope. My equine medical kit has nearly everything you might need in an emergency, including a stethoscope, but the one I had bought a million years ago was as cheap as I could find. With Izzy's recent bout of colic and ulcers, I had mentioned to my stepmom that I could really use a good quality stethoscope.  You make my heart sing! My stepmom works in the medical field, so she consulted some of her friends and colleagues and bought the stethoscope that they actually use while treating patients. I immediately tried it out on myself, my husband, and the dog. It was amazing to be able to hear every heart beat without trying to guess as the connection came and went like with my old stethoscope. Not that I want one of my horses to get sick or anything, but I am looking forward to putting it to use.  Solar Charger Among some other pretty amazing gifts, my husband also bought me a new solar charger to replace the one that was stolen while at the Santa Barbara Dressage show. I was really bummed to have lost my other one. I use it to charge my phone at night while camping in my trailer. This is an upgraded model with a few features the other one didn't have.
All in all, turning 50 turned out to be a pretty pleasant experience. I don't recommend it for the feint of heart though. It does take some life experience to make the leap. Like one of my students pointed out, turning 50 means you're half-way there. I'll tell you who thinks they've won the lottery with this work from home business; our other four-legged family members. Yep. Yellow Dog and Tobias. This is an absolute dream come true. Considering their size and their desire to chew, dig, and otherwise destroy, they're actually big babies who really prefer to be in the house. With or without their people. With people is better, but they're not picky. In is in. Normally, my husband and I roll out of the house before 6:00 a.m. each morning to head to work. The dogs get put out in the yard until my husband comes home around 3:30 when he then takes them for a drive and a hike. Since I work from home, the canines in our house are enjoying a whole new lifestyle, a vastly improved lifestyle if you ask them.  Our neighborhood park. One of the reasons we bought this house was because of the park next door. It's not a real park - there is no play equipment for kids, but it's grassy with shade trees and a small picnic area. My house sits to the left of the park - you can see our wall and roofline in the two photos above, and our neighbor James lives in the house to the right of the park. My neighborhood uses the space a couple of times a year for community potlucks and socials, but other than that, it sits unused by everyone except us.  Yellow Dog! Now that I don't leave the house so early, or at all on some days, the dogs have decided that 7:00 a.m. is the perfect time for their first walk and potty opportunity of the day. So every morning at 7:00 the search for my shoes begins so that we can go next door to the park for a quick run and a chance to poop. The dogs have decided that pooping in their yard is gross and unacceptable while pooping in the park is not only acceptable, but preferable. We buy a lot of poop bags.  The park opens up to the walking path that follows the edge of the lake. For the next three and a half hours, the dogs lie quietly in my office - frequently both of them will cram themselves under my desk so they can lie at my feet, while I teach via Google Meet. Occasionally Tobias will get upset when he hears strange noises from the kids, and Yellow Dog will bark if she hears a knock or a doorbell from one of the kids, but other than that, they spend the morning napping. As soon as I dismiss my students for lunch at 11:30, the hunt for my shoes begins anew as the dogs quickly determined that 11:30 was potty break number two. No pun intended.  Living the life. With shoes on and my pockets stuffed full of poop bags, we repeat the earlier routine, but for the second trip of the day, I also grab the leashes. After everyone has done their business, we take a much needed walk along the lake path or sometimes we walk through the neighborhood. I've learned that sitting all day without moving around is hard on my back, neck, and mental well-being. I enjoy the walk more than they do.  The lake and path run behind my house. The next three hours are spent pretty quietly. The dogs again nap as they wait for my husband to come home. Last Thursday, I was too tired to ride after I dismissed my students, so the dogs got to go with me to barn instead of with my husband for their normal afternoon walk. If you ask them, a visit to the ranch will always trump anything other than a trip to the beach. The ranch has so much more potential than your average hike.  Even the horses liked the break in the routine. I imagine that there are a lot of other dogs out there who think the Coronavirus is an answer to their prayers. While I am dying to get back to work for real - and yes, dying is a great word choice here, I will miss spending so much time with my dogs. I wonder if I could claim some new, weird, canine dependency syndrome that would allow them to go to school with me?
I'll need to look into that when the time comes. A week or so ago I wrote about Yellow Dog and a probable torn ACL. Yesterday, My husband and I loaded both dogs in the truck; Tobias spent the day at my in-laws' house, and Yellow Dog made the trip to Ventura to VetSurg, a clinic specializing in orthopedic surgery.  Potty stop on the way there. With all of the COVID-19 restrictions, it was a very long day. Our appointment looked a lot like a back alley drug deal. Everything was done by phone or out in the rear parking lot with technicians slipping in and out the back door. Someone would call and ask what our vehicle looked like, and next thing you knew, a package was quickly brought out and delivered. Most of the time the "package" was hobbling on three legs, but some times it was in a crate. Cats. When we arrived, we conducted the check in by phone. When the doctor was ready, Yellow Dog was taken into the clinic while we waited outside. After examining her, Dr. Campbell came outside to discuss some possible diagnoses as well as some tests that he could run to help more specifically pinpoint the cause of her lameness . With an ACL surgery on the table, none of us wanted to guess at her injury.  Yellow Dog's doctor. Before actually doing any diagnostic work, Dr. Campbell talked about what an ACL surgery would require. While money is always an issue in this kind of surgery - Dr. Campbell acknowledged that right away, the after-care and success rate were even more important to us. He completely understood our concerns and shared them himself. We have a young, high energy dog that would find it difficult to be crated for a month straight and then limited to short walks for another month. And then, she would need yet another month to slowly increase her activity level. In all, it would be six to eight months or more before she returned to "normal."  We spent a lot of time waiting in the parking lot. Once we knew what some of the options were - Platelet-rich plasma (PRP) injections or surgery, we agreed to a full set of Tibial Plateau Leveling Osteotomy (TPLO) radiographs. If she needed surgery, these are the same images Dr. Campbell would need to perform the surgery. In this way, they served double duty; once for diagnosing the extent of the injury and twice as a guide for performing the surgery. Since those images require pretty heavy sedation, we took a walk and found a place to eat lunch. That in itself was rather odd as it was the first time we've been to a restaurant since February. We were the only customers.  The ramp is our new normal. Once Dr. Campbell had a chance to review the X-rays, he gave us a call. To his surprise, nothing about the radiographs confirmed an ACL tear. On top of that, her lameness - a 1-2 out of 4, didn't convince him of one either. As he continued the examination, particularly once she was sedated, he discovered a fair amount of fluid in her ankle. While she reacted a bit on her stifle, he suspected it was actually because of a mild sprain lower down. In his estimation, a sprain was the most likely cause of her lameness, not a torn ACL. He definitely wanted her in a splint, but he also thought it would be a good decision to take a sample of the fluid at the ankle and send it to a lab for analysis. We agreed. Since we were there, it made sense to run whatever diagnostics we could, especially since that particular one wasn't too highly priced. We should get the results in about 5 days. If it is indeed a sprain, the fluid will show signs confirming it. If not, well, we'll cross that bridge if we get there.  For now, the doctor felt comfortable calling it a sprain. Yellow Dog will need to wear a splint for the next three weeks. At ten days, it will need to be changed. A week later it will need to be changed again, and at the three week mark, we'll pull the splint and send Dr. Campbell a video of Yellow Dog moving. She can go for two, 10-15 minute walks a day, but other than that, she needs to stay pretty quiet. In all of our conversations about what if this and what if that, we never even considered the possibility that it could be such a simple injury. The cost of an ACL surgery was an issue, but more important was Yellow Dog's quality of life. We were just so worried that the doctor would be able to do the surgery only to tell us that she would need to be on a leash or in a crate for the rest of her life to protect the work done on her knee. That, I was just not willing to do. So when it turned out to be a probable sprain, we were both at a loss. I still don't think we believe it quite yet.  She is not a fan. Not a fan AT. ALL. Thankfully, with just a few weeks of rest, she should be okay. Now we just need to keep that cone on and the splint protected. By the way, that little Medipaw - the protective boot over the splint, is the cutest thing ever.
Back in January, Yellow Dog suffered from a patellar luxation, a condition where the kneecap slides out of position. You can read about it here. We medicated her as recommended by the vet, and the issue was resolved. Or so we thought.  Tobias on the left, Brienne of Tarth on the right. AKA Yellow Dog. Last week, out of nowhere, Yellow dog started to limp, hard, on the same leg. Her left hind was nearly nonfunctioning. She can sort of bear weight on it, but not for long. She started compensating, which we know is a bad thing, by pogo-sticking off her other hind leg. She doesn't appear to be in pain per se - she runs and plays, although we're trying to keep that to a minimum, but it's obviously uncomfortable to bear weight on it.  From better days. We took her to see the vet on Monday morning. That deserves its own post, but here's a quick explanation of what that looks like. California is still on a pretty tight lockdown which means pet owners can't go into the office. A technician comes to your vehicle, takes down your information, and then the animal is taken into the clinic. Later, as you wait in the parking lot, the doctor calls and discusses what might be wrong.  Another better day. Dr. Thurman has been our vet for more than eight years, since Tobias was just a baby. When we brought Tobias home, we didn't know it, but Parvo was in his future. With Dr. Thurman's help, Tobias recovered, not a usual outcome with Parvo, and Dr. Thurman has been our vet ever since. We've built a good relationship with Dr. Thurman. He knows us well, and we trust his diagnoses. After examining Yellow Dog, he reported that her ACL has a small tear. Without x-rays, he couldn't say how severe it was, but in his opinion, surgery is most likely in order. He said that he could do x-rays, but he didn't want to waste our money if we were taking her to a surgeon because the surgeon would need to do his own x-rays. I really appreciated Dr. Thurman's honesty and desire to spare us any added expense. He gave us a referral to Vetsurg, a facility that specializes in orthopedic surgery for pets. They're in Ventura however, which is a two-hour drive. It's doable though. I was able to make an appointment for June 1, their first available appointment, which is just two weeks away.  An overload of cuteness. Since we were already going to the vet, I took Tobias as well as both dogs were nearly due for their regular vaccines anyway. Since it's a 30 - 40 minute drive to Thurman Veterinary Center, they understood why I didn't want to go back the following week for just for a shot; they went ahead and did all the vaccines.  Some things never change. While we were there, we discussed all of the little things we were also dealing with. Tobias had hot spots under his neck so he needed more spray and medicated shampoo (I was running really low). And since one of the spots was still pretty active, Dr. Thurman prescribed a round of antibiotics.  It's a complicated system - dog food and treat, MovoFlex chews, Omeprazole and pills stuffed in a hotdog bite. Also in the routine is Tobias's spray. To help Yellow Dog feel more comfortable, Dr. Thurman prescribed a painkiller/anti-inflammatory. Both dogs are also on a daily MovoFlex chew, which Dr. Thurman was happy to hear about. And finally, since both dogs have the most delicate stomaches I've ever seen, someone is barfing at least once a week, we put them both on Omeprazole about six weeks ago. We've only had one barfing incident since, and it was when we brought Yellow Dog home from the vet and fed her dinner. She was pretty stressed by the visit, so I wasn't too terribly surprised. Dr. Thurman agreed that omeprazole was a good option, but we could also switch to the cheaper Pepcid, especially if they were feeling fine. Pepcid reduces the amount of acid in the stomach while Omeprazole does that while also helping to heal damage to the stomach and prevents ulcers. Since both dogs are on medication, we'll stick with the omeprazole. Dr. Thurman agreed.  Way back in time - Tobias had no gray hair, and Yellow Dog was just a puddle of a puppy. So now, we try to keep a wildly energetic four-year old lab quiet for the next few weeks. The worst case scenario is that she needs one of the more costly and invasive surgeries; there are least three different kinds ranging from $1500 to upwards of $4500. Given that she weighs a lot, around 65 pounds, and is young and active, we're probably looking at the most costly surgery. This is a very difficult conversation to have, but my husband and I considered all of the factors: her age, her quality of life, her prognosis, and of course, the cost. It helps that our vacation for this summer has been cancelled due to COVID-19, so what we would have spent traveling is now available for surgery.  We want her to be back to doing this. For now, we'll try to keep Yellow dog quiet as we wait for the appointment. There isn't much else we can do until we find out how damaged the cruciate ligament is. Once the surgeon has a chance to examine her and do a full work up, we'll know what our options are.
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About the Writer and RiderI am a lifelong 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
About Speedy GSpeedy went from endurance horse to dressage horse. After helping me earn a USDF Bronze medal in the summer of 2020, he is now semi-retired. Speedy is a 2004, 15'1 hand, purebred Arabian gelding. His Arabian Horse Registry name is G Ima Starr FA.
July 2020 (PC AJSK Photography)
About IzzyIzzy 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 showing at the lower levels. He is a 2008, 16'3 hand warmblood gelding. His Rheinland Pfalz-saar International (RPSI) name is Imperioso.
March 2021 (PC Tess Michelle Photography)
Bakersfield Dressage approved!
My favorite breeches!
FOR THE SMALLER EQUINE ATHLETE
I love her stuff!
Watercolor Artist and Friend
National Rider Awards
USDF Bronze Medal - 2020
USDF Second Level Rider Performance Award - 2018
USDF First Level Rider Performance Award - 2015
USDF Training Level Rider Performance Award - 2013
State Rider Awards
CDS Ruby Rider Award - 2018
State Horse Awards
Speedy G - 3rd Level Horse Performance Award - 2020
Speedy G - 2nd Level Horse Performance Award - 2018
Working Towards:
CDS Sapphire Rider Award Third Level: 63.514% Third Level: 62.105% Fourth Level: Fourth Level: 2023 Show Season
Show Rating (***) CDS/USDF/USEF (*) CDS (s) Schooling (c) Clinic (r) Ride-a-Test Clinic 2023 Show Schedule
TBD 2023 Completed … Pending 2023 Qualifying Scores
Regional Adult Amateur Competition (RAAC) Qualifying Training Level 3 Scores/2 Judges/60%: Score 1: Score 2: Score 3: Archives
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