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So, I acquired a leather halter for Doc and it will be getting a name plate. This means I finally have to decide on his forever show name. And I want your help.
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ALL THE THINGS!!!
Oct. 4th, 2012 06:04 pmI cannot ever remember feeling this tired for this long. But things are slowly coming together. *sigh*
Samuel
He will be 3 weeks old tomorrow. I can't believe how quickly time has flown--one more week and he'll be one month old! And he has GROWN like a WEED! Seriously, he entered this world at 7 lbs. 6 oz. As of Tuesday, he was 9 lbs even. He has outgrown the newborn cloth diapers and his strictly newborn clothes are fairly tight on him. The 0-3 month clothes look good though...for now.
Things have not all been easy though. Among all the usual newborn issues, he has been getting increasingly fussy about feedings, and then starting spitting up an oz or two of breast milk at almost every feeding followed by being very bloated, gassy, and generally uncomfortable. We saw the pediatrician about it Tuesday and he decided we should have an upper GI study done, so yesterday little Samuel got to fast for 4 hours (really, this is SO much fun with an infant. *eye roll*) and then drink barium for a scan. Results shows that it is just a minor reflux issue, so that is a relief and we can begin helping him feel better.
Today has been a little rough just because he's eliminating the barium. It has made him clingy and lethargic, but I don't mind cuddling with baby. Plus, it coincided with another visit from my mom, so *she* cuddled him for a few hours while I visited Doc.
Samuel in his first week
Samuel today after a bath and getting ready to go into his favorite thing--the ergo baby carrier. It's his cuddle time with Daddy. :)
Doc
We have almost completed 45 days of downtime for the injured suspensory. He has a recheck with the vet next Wednesday and I'm hoping we will get cleared to begin walking under saddle. In just the past two weeks the leg has really started to look better--cleaner, less swelling. I trotted him on a circle for the first time the other day and I'd say he is only a grade 2 on the lameness scale. *crosses fingers for next Wednesday*
Doc being hand grazed by one of our barn buddies who was kind enough to help me manage all this care-giving during the final weeks of pregnancy
Joon
Poor Joon Dog. If it is not one thing, it is another for her. We have taken her off antibiotics for the first time in a year (yay!). She is doing pretty well. Still has a snotty nose, but vet and I think it is ok. She has been put on Prilosec because we now think that maybe all this pneumonia was caused by her aspirating snot into her lungs (eww!). It seems to be working. However, she has since experienced a kind of yeast infection probably caused by coming off antibiotics for the first time in a year. Poor thing had no beneficial bacteria left in her! We got *that* cleared up only to be confronted by random vomiting, which seems to be the result of not getting enough to eat (go figure!). My theory is that, as a barn dog, I always let everyone give her whatever they felt like sharing. At the moment we don't get to the barn terribly often, and I'm not pitching her table scraps all that much either. We've cut out a *significant* portion of her extra helpings. And apparently, all the snacking was good for her. We have resolved *this* issue by adding a *second* antacid--pepcid--to her diet, and she gets a third meal late at night, plus I'm trying to be better about giving her snacks during the day again. Who knew the treats and scraps could actually be a *good* habit for a pup?
Jeremy with a Joon Dog the day Samuel came home from the hospital.
Me and Jeremy
We are, unsurprisingly, exhausted. We are still trying to figure out how to juggle the night time duties with daytime responsibilities. I feel like we might be almostthere, but ask me that again next week and see how I feel. *grin* Otherwise, we are well. Jeremy, unfortunately, did not get that job in Terre Haute. It was a real downer because they said the job would have been his, they loved him, but stuff came up at the firm and they were unable to hire anyone. They hope to offer him the job again after the first of the year should he still be available. *shrugs* we're not holding out for it, but it would still be nice.
For my part, I cannot wait to begin riding again. I love my son. I love cuddling him. Motherhood is wonderful. But I cannot wait to begin riding again. The Blessing is this weekend and Jeremy is encouraging me to go watch without Samuel (It's supposed to be crappy weather here this weekend), and the Swallow Ridge fixture at my parent's place is at the end of October. I really hope to have something to ride for that hunt.
The Whole Family (ok, minus the Joon Dog, but close)
Samuel
He will be 3 weeks old tomorrow. I can't believe how quickly time has flown--one more week and he'll be one month old! And he has GROWN like a WEED! Seriously, he entered this world at 7 lbs. 6 oz. As of Tuesday, he was 9 lbs even. He has outgrown the newborn cloth diapers and his strictly newborn clothes are fairly tight on him. The 0-3 month clothes look good though...for now.
Things have not all been easy though. Among all the usual newborn issues, he has been getting increasingly fussy about feedings, and then starting spitting up an oz or two of breast milk at almost every feeding followed by being very bloated, gassy, and generally uncomfortable. We saw the pediatrician about it Tuesday and he decided we should have an upper GI study done, so yesterday little Samuel got to fast for 4 hours (really, this is SO much fun with an infant. *eye roll*) and then drink barium for a scan. Results shows that it is just a minor reflux issue, so that is a relief and we can begin helping him feel better.
Today has been a little rough just because he's eliminating the barium. It has made him clingy and lethargic, but I don't mind cuddling with baby. Plus, it coincided with another visit from my mom, so *she* cuddled him for a few hours while I visited Doc.
Samuel in his first week
Samuel today after a bath and getting ready to go into his favorite thing--the ergo baby carrier. It's his cuddle time with Daddy. :)
Doc
We have almost completed 45 days of downtime for the injured suspensory. He has a recheck with the vet next Wednesday and I'm hoping we will get cleared to begin walking under saddle. In just the past two weeks the leg has really started to look better--cleaner, less swelling. I trotted him on a circle for the first time the other day and I'd say he is only a grade 2 on the lameness scale. *crosses fingers for next Wednesday*
Doc being hand grazed by one of our barn buddies who was kind enough to help me manage all this care-giving during the final weeks of pregnancy
Joon
Poor Joon Dog. If it is not one thing, it is another for her. We have taken her off antibiotics for the first time in a year (yay!). She is doing pretty well. Still has a snotty nose, but vet and I think it is ok. She has been put on Prilosec because we now think that maybe all this pneumonia was caused by her aspirating snot into her lungs (eww!). It seems to be working. However, she has since experienced a kind of yeast infection probably caused by coming off antibiotics for the first time in a year. Poor thing had no beneficial bacteria left in her! We got *that* cleared up only to be confronted by random vomiting, which seems to be the result of not getting enough to eat (go figure!). My theory is that, as a barn dog, I always let everyone give her whatever they felt like sharing. At the moment we don't get to the barn terribly often, and I'm not pitching her table scraps all that much either. We've cut out a *significant* portion of her extra helpings. And apparently, all the snacking was good for her. We have resolved *this* issue by adding a *second* antacid--pepcid--to her diet, and she gets a third meal late at night, plus I'm trying to be better about giving her snacks during the day again. Who knew the treats and scraps could actually be a *good* habit for a pup?
Jeremy with a Joon Dog the day Samuel came home from the hospital.
Me and Jeremy
We are, unsurprisingly, exhausted. We are still trying to figure out how to juggle the night time duties with daytime responsibilities. I feel like we might be almostthere, but ask me that again next week and see how I feel. *grin* Otherwise, we are well. Jeremy, unfortunately, did not get that job in Terre Haute. It was a real downer because they said the job would have been his, they loved him, but stuff came up at the firm and they were unable to hire anyone. They hope to offer him the job again after the first of the year should he still be available. *shrugs* we're not holding out for it, but it would still be nice.
For my part, I cannot wait to begin riding again. I love my son. I love cuddling him. Motherhood is wonderful. But I cannot wait to begin riding again. The Blessing is this weekend and Jeremy is encouraging me to go watch without Samuel (It's supposed to be crappy weather here this weekend), and the Swallow Ridge fixture at my parent's place is at the end of October. I really hope to have something to ride for that hunt.
The Whole Family (ok, minus the Joon Dog, but close)
Over the River and Through the Woods...
Dec. 15th, 2010 09:08 pm...is where our hunting path does go!
Ok, ok. I probably could totally rewrite that song to fit a day of hunting, but I think that would probably be way too much for you all. Am I right? *grin*
Today's hunt was the last before our Christmas break. We won't reconvene until New Year's Day, but alas! I will not being joining them then because I'll be in North Carolina, enjoying many splendid things with my best friend, including a spa day (I hope).
As such, there was little that could have stopped me from hunting today. I didn't get much else accomplished in the horse department because I commenced holiday baking today. But at 2pm sharp, I arrived at the barn and got that trailer hitched up. By 2:45 we were out the gate and on our way.
On Wednesdays, we normally run from the kennels because we don't have much time or much daylight to work with. But today we had a little change of scenery. We started from Wild Air's North Farm. Belongs to the same people who own the main hunting grounds, just a little bit up the road and cut off from the main farm by a major highway.
It's a lovely, quiet setting. Old, old barns and split rail fencing. There are three houses on the property, all occupied. I wish the house adjacent to the barn was vacant...I bet Mrs. Johnson* rents it out and I would love to inquire about renting it *and* the barn to run a business. It's the perfect size for a start up. Probably needs some fixing up, but still a very functional barn with probably 10 stalls and run-in sheds along the outside to boot.
Anyway...hunting. 13 of us showed up for today's run. It wasn't nearly as bone-chilling cold as it has been. Lovely weather actually...bright and sunny with clouds on the horizon letting us know that the storm predictions for tonight are spot on. I wore my heavy wool coat and was toasty as soon as we began moving.
What I love about hunting in the snow is the peace and quiet of it. The sound hoof beats are muffled--or even silenced--by the deep snow sitting on top of the not-quite-frozen earth. Over creek crossing and through mucky fields, their hooves sink through the snow and create a crisp, quick snap as they break through that thin bit of ice into the wet clay. Otherwise...utter silence. Silence as thirteen 1,000 pound horses gallop across the landscape and leap over jumps up to three foot high. Silence. And because we are mid-way into the season and everyone is well conditioned by now, even their breathing is quiet, calm.
Honestly, today was disconcertingly quiet because the bay of the hounds was largely absent. In the cold and snow, they had trouble finding and keeping the scent. They only really opened up to sing once or twice. Otherwise, it was only a note here and there, followed by long stretches of quiet, slow hounds, noses to the ground trying their best to find their query.
But slow can be good. Our jaunts through the woods were rocking-chair canters and easy approaches to the jumps. Our stretches across corn fields were long, endurance-building trots, horses' necks stretched out low to make the work easier.
And when we circled back to North Farm proper again, we came to an easy stop. The scenting may have been bad, but it was still a pleasant day spent in good company. The weather was not so bitter, the footing not quite so slick. We all congratulated ourselves on a lovely day of hunting and parted ways saying, "Merry Christmas! See you on New Year's Day!"
Lu with his trusty mount and the hounds at a check two weeks ago
Photo courtesy of TJ Cole
( Snapshots from November and December with TPH )
Ok, ok. I probably could totally rewrite that song to fit a day of hunting, but I think that would probably be way too much for you all. Am I right? *grin*
Today's hunt was the last before our Christmas break. We won't reconvene until New Year's Day, but alas! I will not being joining them then because I'll be in North Carolina, enjoying many splendid things with my best friend, including a spa day (I hope).
As such, there was little that could have stopped me from hunting today. I didn't get much else accomplished in the horse department because I commenced holiday baking today. But at 2pm sharp, I arrived at the barn and got that trailer hitched up. By 2:45 we were out the gate and on our way.
On Wednesdays, we normally run from the kennels because we don't have much time or much daylight to work with. But today we had a little change of scenery. We started from Wild Air's North Farm. Belongs to the same people who own the main hunting grounds, just a little bit up the road and cut off from the main farm by a major highway.
It's a lovely, quiet setting. Old, old barns and split rail fencing. There are three houses on the property, all occupied. I wish the house adjacent to the barn was vacant...I bet Mrs. Johnson* rents it out and I would love to inquire about renting it *and* the barn to run a business. It's the perfect size for a start up. Probably needs some fixing up, but still a very functional barn with probably 10 stalls and run-in sheds along the outside to boot.
Anyway...hunting. 13 of us showed up for today's run. It wasn't nearly as bone-chilling cold as it has been. Lovely weather actually...bright and sunny with clouds on the horizon letting us know that the storm predictions for tonight are spot on. I wore my heavy wool coat and was toasty as soon as we began moving.
What I love about hunting in the snow is the peace and quiet of it. The sound hoof beats are muffled--or even silenced--by the deep snow sitting on top of the not-quite-frozen earth. Over creek crossing and through mucky fields, their hooves sink through the snow and create a crisp, quick snap as they break through that thin bit of ice into the wet clay. Otherwise...utter silence. Silence as thirteen 1,000 pound horses gallop across the landscape and leap over jumps up to three foot high. Silence. And because we are mid-way into the season and everyone is well conditioned by now, even their breathing is quiet, calm.
Honestly, today was disconcertingly quiet because the bay of the hounds was largely absent. In the cold and snow, they had trouble finding and keeping the scent. They only really opened up to sing once or twice. Otherwise, it was only a note here and there, followed by long stretches of quiet, slow hounds, noses to the ground trying their best to find their query.
But slow can be good. Our jaunts through the woods were rocking-chair canters and easy approaches to the jumps. Our stretches across corn fields were long, endurance-building trots, horses' necks stretched out low to make the work easier.
And when we circled back to North Farm proper again, we came to an easy stop. The scenting may have been bad, but it was still a pleasant day spent in good company. The weather was not so bitter, the footing not quite so slick. We all congratulated ourselves on a lovely day of hunting and parted ways saying, "Merry Christmas! See you on New Year's Day!"
Photo courtesy of TJ Cole
( Snapshots from November and December with TPH )
Over the River and Through the Woods...
Dec. 15th, 2010 09:08 pm...is where our hunting path does go!
Ok, ok. I probably could totally rewrite that song to fit a day of hunting, but I think that would probably be way too much for you all. Am I right? *grin*
Today's hunt was the last before our Christmas break. We won't reconvene until New Year's Day, but alas! I will not being joining them then because I'll be in North Carolina, enjoying many splendid things with my best friend, including a spa day (I hope).
As such, there was little that could have stopped me from hunting today. I didn't get much else accomplished in the horse department because I commenced holiday baking today. But at 2pm sharp, I arrived at the barn and got that trailer hitched up. By 2:45 we were out the gate and on our way.
On Wednesdays, we normally run from the kennels because we don't have much time or much daylight to work with. But today we had a little change of scenery. We started from Wild Air's North Farm. Belongs to the same people who own the main hunting grounds, just a little bit up the road and cut off from the main farm by a major highway.
It's a lovely, quiet setting. Old, old barns and split rail fencing. There are three houses on the property, all occupied. I wish the house adjacent to the barn was vacant...I bet Mrs. Johnson* rents it out and I would love to inquire about renting it *and* the barn to run a business. It's the perfect size for a start up. Probably needs some fixing up, but still a very functional barn with probably 10 stalls and run-in sheds along the outside to boot.
Anyway...hunting. 13 of us showed up for today's run. It wasn't nearly as bone-chilling cold as it has been. Lovely weather actually...bright and sunny with clouds on the horizon letting us know that the storm predictions for tonight are spot on. I wore my heavy wool coat and was toasty as soon as we began moving.
What I love about hunting in the snow is the peace and quiet of it. The sound hoof beats are muffled--or even silenced--by the deep snow sitting on top of the not-quite-frozen earth. Over creek crossing and through mucky fields, their hooves sink through the snow and create a crisp, quick snap as they break through that thin bit of ice into the wet clay. Otherwise...utter silence. Silence as thirteen 1,000 pound horses gallop across the landscape and leap over jumps up to three foot high. Silence. And because we are mid-way into the season and everyone is well conditioned by now, even their breathing is quiet, calm.
Honestly, today was disconcertingly quiet because the bay of the hounds was largely absent. In the cold and snow, they had trouble finding and keeping the scent. They only really opened up to sing once or twice. Otherwise, it was only a note here and there, followed by long stretches of quiet, slow hounds, noses to the ground trying their best to find their query.
But slow can be good. Our jaunts through the woods were rocking-chair canters and easy approaches to the jumps. Our stretches across corn fields were long, endurance-building trots, horses' necks stretched out low to make the work easier.
And when we circled back to North Farm proper again, we came to an easy stop. The scenting may have been bad, but it was still a pleasant day spent in good company. The weather was not so bitter, the footing not quite so slick. We all congratulated ourselves on a lovely day of hunting and parted ways saying, "Merry Christmas! See you on New Year's Day!"
Lu with his trusty mount and the hounds at a check two weeks ago
Photo courtesy of TJ Cole
( Snapshots from November and December with TPH )
Ok, ok. I probably could totally rewrite that song to fit a day of hunting, but I think that would probably be way too much for you all. Am I right? *grin*
Today's hunt was the last before our Christmas break. We won't reconvene until New Year's Day, but alas! I will not being joining them then because I'll be in North Carolina, enjoying many splendid things with my best friend, including a spa day (I hope).
As such, there was little that could have stopped me from hunting today. I didn't get much else accomplished in the horse department because I commenced holiday baking today. But at 2pm sharp, I arrived at the barn and got that trailer hitched up. By 2:45 we were out the gate and on our way.
On Wednesdays, we normally run from the kennels because we don't have much time or much daylight to work with. But today we had a little change of scenery. We started from Wild Air's North Farm. Belongs to the same people who own the main hunting grounds, just a little bit up the road and cut off from the main farm by a major highway.
It's a lovely, quiet setting. Old, old barns and split rail fencing. There are three houses on the property, all occupied. I wish the house adjacent to the barn was vacant...I bet Mrs. Johnson* rents it out and I would love to inquire about renting it *and* the barn to run a business. It's the perfect size for a start up. Probably needs some fixing up, but still a very functional barn with probably 10 stalls and run-in sheds along the outside to boot.
Anyway...hunting. 13 of us showed up for today's run. It wasn't nearly as bone-chilling cold as it has been. Lovely weather actually...bright and sunny with clouds on the horizon letting us know that the storm predictions for tonight are spot on. I wore my heavy wool coat and was toasty as soon as we began moving.
What I love about hunting in the snow is the peace and quiet of it. The sound hoof beats are muffled--or even silenced--by the deep snow sitting on top of the not-quite-frozen earth. Over creek crossing and through mucky fields, their hooves sink through the snow and create a crisp, quick snap as they break through that thin bit of ice into the wet clay. Otherwise...utter silence. Silence as thirteen 1,000 pound horses gallop across the landscape and leap over jumps up to three foot high. Silence. And because we are mid-way into the season and everyone is well conditioned by now, even their breathing is quiet, calm.
Honestly, today was disconcertingly quiet because the bay of the hounds was largely absent. In the cold and snow, they had trouble finding and keeping the scent. They only really opened up to sing once or twice. Otherwise, it was only a note here and there, followed by long stretches of quiet, slow hounds, noses to the ground trying their best to find their query.
But slow can be good. Our jaunts through the woods were rocking-chair canters and easy approaches to the jumps. Our stretches across corn fields were long, endurance-building trots, horses' necks stretched out low to make the work easier.
And when we circled back to North Farm proper again, we came to an easy stop. The scenting may have been bad, but it was still a pleasant day spent in good company. The weather was not so bitter, the footing not quite so slick. We all congratulated ourselves on a lovely day of hunting and parted ways saying, "Merry Christmas! See you on New Year's Day!"
Photo courtesy of TJ Cole
( Snapshots from November and December with TPH )
Horses and History
Oct. 20th, 2010 01:40 pmStealing the What Historical Figure is Your Horses meme from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
buymeaclue. I think the results are spot on. :)
Doc
Lord Byron
Dash
Wyatt Earp
Samwise
Ben Franklin
buymeaclue. I think the results are spot on. :)Doc
Lord Byron
Dash
Wyatt Earp
Samwise
Ben Franklin
Horses and History
Oct. 20th, 2010 01:40 pmStealing the What Historical Figure is Your Horses meme from buymeaclue. I think the results are spot on. :)
Doc
Lord Byron
Dash
Wyatt Earp
Samwise
Ben Franklin
buymeaclue. I think the results are spot on. :)Doc
Lord Byron
Dash
Wyatt Earp
Samwise
Ben Franklin
Photo Dump: Doc
May. 1st, 2010 05:42 pmI am working on building my own website (which I will soon be publishing and asking for critiques, please *g*), and as such needed a few new photos of Mr. Doc. Jeremy came with me to the barn today to help provide said pictures. Thought I'd share some of the shots we got. I'm pretty happy with the way Doc is moving in these.
( But the *real* action is behind the cut. )
( But the *real* action is behind the cut. )
Photo Dump: Doc
May. 1st, 2010 05:42 pmI am working on building my own website (which I will soon be publishing and asking for critiques, please *g*), and as such needed a few new photos of Mr. Doc. Jeremy came with me to the barn today to help provide said pictures. Thought I'd share some of the shots we got. I'm pretty happy with the way Doc is moving in these.
( But the *real* action is behind the cut. )
( But the *real* action is behind the cut. )
Blessing of the Hounds
Oct. 19th, 2009 10:10 pmLast Sunday I attended the High Holy Day of the Hunt--the Blessing. It was my first attendance to such an event, and I must say, I did it right. Doc and I were invited to join the field and actually participate. We paraded in with the hounds, stood for the service, received our St. Hubert (patron saint of hunters) medal, and then headed out for a hunt around the countryside. It was a glorious day with plenty of sunshine and crisp, cool air. Perfect for hunting really.
Anyway, I thought I'd share a video of the event. My dear husband filmed it for me, and I've been working on editing it this week. Hopefully, I'll have the field trials footage edited soon.
Enjoy!
oh, PS~as of 10:15 pm EDT, the video is still processing. I just didn't want to hang around waiting on it any longer and we still don't have internet at home.
Anyway, I thought I'd share a video of the event. My dear husband filmed it for me, and I've been working on editing it this week. Hopefully, I'll have the field trials footage edited soon.
Enjoy!
oh, PS~as of 10:15 pm EDT, the video is still processing. I just didn't want to hang around waiting on it any longer and we still don't have internet at home.
Blessing of the Hounds
Oct. 19th, 2009 10:10 pmLast Sunday I attended the High Holy Day of the Hunt--the Blessing. It was my first attendance to such an event, and I must say, I did it right. Doc and I were invited to join the field and actually participate. We paraded in with the hounds, stood for the service, received our St. Hubert (patron saint of hunters) medal, and then headed out for a hunt around the countryside. It was a glorious day with plenty of sunshine and crisp, cool air. Perfect for hunting really.
Anyway, I thought I'd share a video of the event. My dear husband filmed it for me, and I've been working on editing it this week. Hopefully, I'll have the field trials footage edited soon.
Enjoy!
oh, PS~as of 10:15 pm EDT, the video is still processing. I just didn't want to hang around waiting on it any longer and we still don't have internet at home.
Anyway, I thought I'd share a video of the event. My dear husband filmed it for me, and I've been working on editing it this week. Hopefully, I'll have the field trials footage edited soon.
Enjoy!
oh, PS~as of 10:15 pm EDT, the video is still processing. I just didn't want to hang around waiting on it any longer and we still don't have internet at home.
More photos from the Hunter Trials
Oct. 5th, 2009 02:49 pmI finished cropping and editing my photos last night. Next week I'll add the video.
Folks, let me say that if all hunters were like this, I'd sure as heck be riding hunters a lot more! It was just so much fun to have the huge grassy open field and the natural jumps to go over. Nothing like showing in a ring, and so much more laid back. I really enjoyed it, and actually felt like Doc had a fighting chance to compete well as a "suitable field hunter". I think if I had not bobbled a few fences in our field hunter class we would have gotten third or second even.
Anyway, on to the rest of the photos...
Focus is wrong, but you can see the pretty grounds on our final approach to the last gate.
( more under here )
Folks, let me say that if all hunters were like this, I'd sure as heck be riding hunters a lot more! It was just so much fun to have the huge grassy open field and the natural jumps to go over. Nothing like showing in a ring, and so much more laid back. I really enjoyed it, and actually felt like Doc had a fighting chance to compete well as a "suitable field hunter". I think if I had not bobbled a few fences in our field hunter class we would have gotten third or second even.
Anyway, on to the rest of the photos...
Focus is wrong, but you can see the pretty grounds on our final approach to the last gate.
( more under here )
More photos from the Hunter Trials
Oct. 5th, 2009 02:49 pmI finished cropping and editing my photos last night. Next week I'll add the video.
Folks, let me say that if all hunters were like this, I'd sure as heck be riding hunters a lot more! It was just so much fun to have the huge grassy open field and the natural jumps to go over. Nothing like showing in a ring, and so much more laid back. I really enjoyed it, and actually felt like Doc had a fighting chance to compete well as a "suitable field hunter". I think if I had not bobbled a few fences in our field hunter class we would have gotten third or second even.
Anyway, on to the rest of the photos...
Focus is wrong, but you can see the pretty grounds on our final approach to the last gate.
( more under here )
Folks, let me say that if all hunters were like this, I'd sure as heck be riding hunters a lot more! It was just so much fun to have the huge grassy open field and the natural jumps to go over. Nothing like showing in a ring, and so much more laid back. I really enjoyed it, and actually felt like Doc had a fighting chance to compete well as a "suitable field hunter". I think if I had not bobbled a few fences in our field hunter class we would have gotten third or second even.
Anyway, on to the rest of the photos...
Focus is wrong, but you can see the pretty grounds on our final approach to the last gate.
( more under here )
