The Challenge: A 3 Year Plan

My husband is an engineer.  My mother is an engineer.  My uncle + misc. family are in engineering.  Huge shock that I ended up working for an engineering company, eh?

But regardless, I usually speak their language.  Which essentially means, I can follow a lot of processes, and not be offended when they triple check things.  Twice.

With that in mind, I was challenged by my husband to come up with a 3 year equestrian plan.  Yup.  I did just put “plan” and “equestrian” into the same sentence, which is a rookie move for sure.  But as mentioned above, he is most comfortable seeing an outline of what I’m looking for, what makes me happy, and approximate timelines.  Bonus points if I manage to put some numbers together too.

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I know that anything can happen with horses, but I also know that if he took the time to ask, he will take the time to understand.  So I need to come up with something.

So question today.

What would you include in a three year plan?

So far on my list I have:

  1. Local lease prices for what I would be more interested in
  2. Local (ish) pricetags for what I would be interested in
  3. Short list of what I would be interested in, so we are on the same page
  4. Basic PPE prices
  5. Annual “have to” vet costs (known)
  6. Insurance options for horse 2
  7. General cost for boarding
  8. General cost for training rides, lightly scheduled during our busy seasons
  9. Half lease options for months I tend to travel a lot (this one is pretty far out there, but you never know)
  10. Backup plans for horse if it breaks itself and needs to be a field ornament

I’m sure I’m missing millions of considerations, as with all living money eating equines, but this is my jumping off spot.  What do you think I should add?  

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Horse Husband Series: Meet the Husband

I’d like to introduce a new series that will be appearing, perhaps quarterly or so, on this blog! It’s a guest post, done by none other than my fantastic husband! He’s had some amazing horse experiences I could only dream about. I thought we’d start with his horsey upbringing and go from there.

So without further ado…

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Well evidently I’m supposed to do a “guest post”. As the misses stated, I am the financial backer (husband). While she thinks that I have a strong dislike for her horse, I simply am jealous that hers is so much closer than mine.

Mule barn, 5- speaking.

That was how I was taught to answer the house phone growing up. That would be my fathers doing. He’s a mule guy. He loves his mules. We’ve never not had a mule growing up, both riding mules and mule teams. But this post isn’t about him, it’s about me.

I actually grew up in a very different equine environment than my wife did. Where she sees horses as a pleasure animal, I would sometimes spend 4-6 hours a day on them driving cattle. While that can be fun, it’s not exactly pleasurable. At least I rode western.

My first hose was a little black Shetland pony named Jill. Jill was a bitch, excuse my language, but it’s true. If you’ve ever ridden a pony you know what I mean. When I was about 5 or 6 we were gathering cattle at the Andres pasture and she decided to go for a little swim. With me on her. I tried to convince her this wasn’t the best idea, but she wouldn’t listen (like most women that have been in my life), so into the pond we went. Luckily I soon graduated to my second pony, Rosie.

Rosie was a Welsh. While going from a Shetland to a Welsh might not seem like a big step up, I felt like I had made it to the big leagues. Rosie was great: easy to work with, well mannered, yet still stubborn. But she served her purpose well, which was to go wherever the other horses went and not throw me off. Well, she kind of served her purpose well, luckily it was always a short trip to the ground. I showed her in the local fairs and won several purple ribbons with her, mostly for her groundwork. After I outgrew her I bounced around on some spare horses my parents had until I reached 6th grade. That fall I sold Rosie to a local barn and used my earnings at my grandparents quarter horse sale to buy my first real horse, Shasta.

Shasta

Shasta


Shasta is my girl. One of my greatest accomplishments was having the privilege of training her. Growing up the grandson of a horse breeder and the son of a farrier, I had pretty big shoes to fill, and wanted to break her all by myself. I’d have to say she turned out pretty good. While she isn’t the best cutting horse we have, she has always had the most desire. Whenever we’d go on a ride with other horses she always has to be in front. Always. When she was younger I’d try to hold her back, get her used to the idea that she doesn’t always have to be the best or first, but she’d get angry and take nips at my legs until I’d let her run out.

After I had left for college my family got big into mounted shooting. My brother has actually been fairly successful locally and statewide, and Shasta is his favorite horse to shoot off of.

Oh, and I’m supposed to tell you that I love my wife.

Well I’m tired, and football is on, so that’s it! Next time I’ll talk more about my family and our horses (quarter horses, mules and drafts) and possibly go into my college job working at a thoroughbred equine research treadmill.

Pedicure for Pony

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I finally got out to see my horse yesterday, and thankfully she didn’t seem to hold it against me that she’d been able to eat all week rather than be ridden.

The farrier came out and was very very pleased with how her feet are looking. Backs are near perfect, and the front now just have “normal” horse shoes on them. We’ll see how she does with them.

Yay for normal shoes!

Yay for normal shoes!

Husband also came out to see how she was, since the last time he saw her she was SUPER lame. He seemed really pleased and happy with how she’s looking, which makes me very happy. Have I even mention how much O loves him? Seriously.

Taking his holding job quite seriously.

Taking his holding job quite seriously.

Cuddle sesh anyone?

Cuddle sesh anyone?

When I’m on her, I’ve noticed that she feels much more sound, than if she is just trotting around a lunge line, which is confusing to me. Going to the left, there is still the teeniest bobble. Going to the right she looks fab. Hopefully we can continue to work through this, and that more conditioning will be the solution.

Floating teeth time tonight! So she’ll get the night off, then back to work tuesday!