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Tuesday, November 26, 2013

How you should advertise a horse to me, and how you should not.


I'm not buying a horse.  But I've been asked by some of my riders about helping them buy a horse in the future, which means I've developed a bad habit of cruising online horse ads.  There's a lot of great stuff out there and even more frustrating stuff.  

Just in case you sell a horse someday, let me make my job a little easier by giving you this complex, specific, possibly inflammatory rant guide  (and hopefully I won't offend or insult anybody with this) on how to advertise a horse.  And how NOT TO.


TELL ME WHAT I NEED TO KNOW
-how old is he
-what breed is he, and is he registered? Is he grade?
-how tall is he
-weight?
-what’s he got for training
-what is he good at
-manners
-healthy? sound? 
-temperament - laid back and mellow or full of fire? 
-life experience - where’s he been?  What’s he done?  
-bonus - tell me if he’s an easy keeper.  Tell me if he needs blanketing and four different kinds of supplements.  This could be relevant information for a buyer.  


WHAT I DON'T NEED TO KNOW & WHAT YOU SHOULD NOT DO

*I don't need to know his name.  It’s okay, you can tell me, it’s just that I don’t need to know in order to make my decision about whether or not I’m interested.
(The exception would be in the case of a high dollar show horse.  If you’re including his name, it could be helpful for me if I want to do some research.  I might like to get some information on his show record.) I just get a little dubious when the only information I get is that his name is Cuddles.

*I don't need to know that he likes to be kissed on the nose or stuffed full of treats.  Well that’s nice.  I like to smooch horses.  But it’s not precisely something I’m looking for… I assume if I can handle him without being whacked in the head by his big bony head, he’s smoochable… and he'll get treats if he worked for them.  Maybe. 

-That he’s beautiful.  Well they’re all beautiful.  


*Don't ignore spelling and punctuation.  This is really nitpicky, because it’s a horse ad, not an English essay, but please just put some effort into this.  That guy who trims hooves is a farrier, not a furrier or a terrier.  I wonder if you actually know what you’re talking about.  
I'll forgive a few spelling mistakes but if you appear unable to communicate clearly, I might hesitate to talk to you about this horse. You look clueless.  Don't make me question your intelligence.  

I don’t want to see anything like this:

“Flower is a great horse she loves ppl seh will get right in your face.  She’s sort of broke would make perfect western pleasure horse alos loves to jump will be god at whatever you want to do with her.”

Because I will translate it to this:

“Flower has no manners or sense of personal space and is a bit of a pain.  We strapped a saddle on her back and put someone on and led them around and she didn’t buck so we figure she’s broke.  It was a western saddle so we assume she’d be good at western pleasure. She jumps the fence and gets loose so she’d be a good jumper too.  We don’t bother with checking our spelling or punctuation so we probably haven’t bothered to look at her hooves lately either.  We think we’re smart enough to know that she will be good at whatever you do with her even though we don’t know you.”

Call me harsh, and yes I will apologize for appearing judgmental, but I won’t apologize for being judgmental.  


*Do not tell me how well broke this horse is, how good he is and how much he’s done, how many ribbons he’s won, and then show me pictures of him…. EATING.

*Don’t name off three generation back of every high dollar big name horse on his papers, and then show me a ribsy pencil necked cow hocked horse.  And for sure don’t ask a fortune for him.

*Don’t tell me he’s a descendant of Secretariat.  It’s not that I don’t believe you.  I’m sure Secretariat shows up somewhere on his pedigree.   A lot can go wrong with a breeding program in that many generations.  So it doesn’t matter. It’s nice to know who he is and where he comes from but I’ll make up my own mind about what the result is.  

*Don’t name off all those big winning horses in his pedigree, admit that she doesn’t know a damn thing, and still ask for a show horse price.  

*Don’t write the ad from the horse’s first person point-of-view.  As in, “my name is Scooter and I’m a 5 year old gelding.”  I’m sure you think it’s unique and cute but I find it distracting.

*Don’t write the ad from the horse’s POV and then have him talk about you.  Especially if you refer to yourself as his “Mom.”   As in “Hi I’m Scooter and my Mom says I’m the cutest.”  I can’t consider buying your child.  I can’t get past that.  Sorry.  


*Don’t tell me your life story.

While it’s helpful to know why you’re selling, I don’t need to know details.  Telling me that you don’t have time for this horse is reasonable .  Telling me why you don’t have time now that your husband fell off a roof and you have to drive him to the doctor three times a week, and you have to babysit your third grandchild, and also the dog is almost 15 now and you have to carry him everywhere… Too much information.  You can tell me you’re off to university but I don’t need to know where or what you’re studying.  You can tell me this horse has been outgrown, but I don’t need to know that you gained 100 lbs because you quit smoking.  You can tell me your child outgrew the horse but I don’t need to hear that your kid is spoiled and demanded a 17hh jumper that you can’t afford, that darn brat.  I beg you, please do not tell me in your ad that you're selling the horse because you just had your fourth kid and the baby-daddy is in jail and your other baby-daddies are deadbeats and your welfare check is late or something and money's tight so the horse has to go.  

You can tell me you just don’t like this horse.  Honestly.  It happens.  Just please don’t tell me about people you don’t like while you’re at it.  

Listen, there’s a good chance if I go look at the horse you have for sale, we could end up chatting.  That’s fine.  Just don’t start off that way.  Keep that out of the advertisement.  


*Don't use emotional blackmail
“I’m only selling her if I find the right owner who will love her forever and take good care of her.” 

Well, I’d assume you aren’t planning on selling her to a horrible person who would starve and abuse her, so… statements like this are unnecessary.

“If nobody buys her right away she’ll go to the auction and you know what kind of people buy horses at auction so if you don’t want her to go for horse meat you better buy her this weekend.”

Screw you.  You’re mean.  


*Don’t tell me what I'm allowed to do with her after I buy her.   When you are the seller, and I'm the potential buyer, you can grill me and interrogate me as to what I plan to do with her.  You can ask for references to find out if I’m a good horse owner.  You can even come to my place and inspect my barn.  If you care about her, I will cooperate with you on all of these things.  I’ll even understand if you decide you don’t want me to be her next owner.  (And I think horse buyers would do well to have this mindset.)  HOWEVER.  When you know these things and have taken my money and she’s in my ownership, not yours anymore, you don’t get to say.  If I buy your hunter-jumper and turn her into a western trail horse, that's my choice.  I get it that you want the best for her, and I might welcome you over to see her a couple times.  But don’t you start criticizing what’s going on with her.  You had your chance.  

*Never, ever, tell me I have to be a Natural Horsemanship practitioner or follower, or adhere to any other system of horse training and handling.  I won’t buy a horse that can only be handled using one specific method that will require me to watch videos and attend courses and get certificates.  

*Do not tell me you are looking for a “forever home.”  This might surprise you, because you'd think this is a good request.  Obviously this shows you're a good person who wants the best for the horse.  But think about it... You can’t control my future.  None of us know what circumstances I’ll face.  I will do everything I can to give my animals a good life but not everything is in our control.  What if I break every bone in my body and have to sell all my horses?  Are you going to find out and launch a nasty public hate campaign against me because I said I'd keep that horse forever and I turned around and sold him, which makes me a horrible lying thief?  

(The only way you can do the “forever home” demand is if you are willing to take her back if I can’t keep her.  Otherwise, this is a selfish and annoying requirement.  It makes me think you’re being unrealistic.  If you can’t let go, don’t sell.  Part board her with someone.  Understand that when the horse isn’t yours, you don’t have a part in decision making.)

*Don’t lie to me.
If he cribs, I want to know.  If he bucks, I want to know.  I’ll ask about the situations it happens in and I expect you to tell me.  If he’s colicked, tell me.  I want to know these things.  Some are a deal breaker for me and others aren’t, but I won’t tell you which.  Be honest and tell me what I need to know so I can make up my mind about what I’m willing to work with and what I’m not.  

*Don’t be an idiot.
I don’t expect you to be a professional.  There’s nothing wrong with being a backyard horse owner just for the fun of it.  But please don’t be ignorant of some basic facts.  Don’t tell me your horse is half Persian.  Persian is a cat breed.  I think you might mean Percheron.  But I would rather not guess.  You don’t need to blind me with extensive horse knowledge... just don’t talk like you know what you’re talking about, when you obviously don’t, and then pompously insist that you’re right.  





TAKE PICTURES

I want to know what she looks like. I don't need professional photos, but they do need to be in focus and show the horse well.  

* clean her up
Seriously even if you don’t give her a bath and trim her fetlocks, it’s fine, just please brush her.  Clean the mud off.  I need to see what she actually looks like

* stand her straight.  
If she’s got all four legs going off in every direction I can’t tell what she really looks like.  Are her legs straight?  Is she capable of standing with all four legs under her?  

*position her so I can get a good look. 
I want a profile shot from both sides.  I want a head shot.  I might like to see her from the front and back as well.  

PROVE TO ME IN PICTURES THAT THIS HORSE IS CAPABLE OF SOMETHING.

Anything.  Show me a picture of him tacked up.  

Show me a picture of him with a rider on his back...actually being ridden.  

Show him in different gaits.

Let’s see him at a show or on the trail.

Or, harnessed and being driven.

Or, being led around happily and safely by that little kid.

You can show me a picture of him running free in his field.  I just want to know that he can do more than that.




PICTURES YOU SHOULD NOT USE


*professional portraits, of you dressed up in your non-horse-show clothes, with your perfectly clean horse.  Right now you're probably thinking, "What? But that's professional.  That looks good. What is wrong with that?"  Hey, maybe this would impress some people, and it's not enough to turn me off if I am interested in that horse. But I see that and I feel like you love this horse so much I have no business separating you from the love of your life.  I don't mean that sarcastically! My kid is a photographer so I know what goes into a photo shoot! I find myself feeling sad because obviously if you forked out the dough for such a beautiful picture, which was a personal thing and not meant to be promotion for your show career,  you must be heartbroken about selling him and that just puts a weird vibe on the whole thing for me.  

*your horse out in the field grazing.  It’s ok, it’s nice, but I assume he knows how to eat so that’s not necessary.

*your kid sitting on the horse bareback while the horse has her face in the grass as you hold the end of the lead rope which is about to get stepped on.  While I assume you intend to show me that this horse is totally okay with having a child on her back, and that she’s so cool with it that you don’t mind having the lead rope slack, I don’t like it.  I wonder if the horse is grazing because she’s a real stubborn pain and it was too hard to wrestle her into standing still with her head up, so you gave up and just let her eat.  And I also wonder if the kid sitting bareback was intentional or if you couldn’t be bothered to saddle up or if you even can saddle her up.  If you want a pic of a kid sitting there bareback at least try to make the horse look like she’s in on the project, and give me the impression that the kid is actively involved in the project rather than being a precariously perched prop.

*the rider looks like a total slob. Look, I get it that sometimes you just hop on for a ride and you’re not wearing special riding clothes. I don’t care if you even own special riding clothes. I spend the winter riding in my thermal coveralls!   I’ve gotten on a horse on a hot summer day wearing shorts.  It’s dumb but I’ve done it. You're not going to see pictures of it though.  When you're taking sale ad pictures of your horse, just look yourself over and have a good think.  If your clothes are crusted in manure I feel a little skeeved out.  Possibly not enough to stop me if it's a great horse you're selling.  But wash up a little.  Maybe wear the jacket that doesn't have the ripped parts flapping.  And make sure your clothes aren't distracting me from the horse.   I want to see the horse.  Not boobs or trucker butt.  Which leads me to...  

*the rider is dressed like I'm supposed to look at the rider instead of the horse. 
Look, I'm not a prude.   But when you’re wearing a skimpy top with your ladies barely contained, I wonder...Are you trying a little too hard to make me notice this ad??? I don't care if you're a totally hot young woman who looks awesome in a bikini, please don't include the pic of you trail riding while wearing a bikini top.  I'm going to look at you instead of the horse, because guess what, everybody is.  I once saw an ad with a fantastic horse, all the pictures were very helpful, but I'm not gonna lie...I totally noticed that the rider was a handsome young man with nice biceps under that tight T shirt.  And then the last picture?  Bareback. BOTH OF THEM.  He was shirtless.  I could never go look at that horse because I'd be like, ok, I'm married but I'm not dead, how can I get this dude to take off his shirt when he shows the horse.  What horse?  


*the rider is wearing running shoes
It’s enough to make me stop right there.  That’s right, if you’re riding your horse wearing running shoes I probably don’t want to buy your horse.  I’m way over the top with this peeve but hear me out: this is an issue of legitimacy.  I’m not expecting you to be a professional horse person.  But wear boots.  They’re practical and safe.  If you ride, you better wear boots.  How hard is that?  Most of the time you don’t even have to lace them up and tie them.  If you can slip on your sneakers you can slip on your boots.  So when I see you riding in sneakers, I think you’re not even a part timer. You’re not even trying. Besides it looks dumb.  

*stupid people stunts
Okay, I know what you’re trying to do. Look how bombproof this horse is!  I can stand on his back!!!!  Here’s the deal: I’m not going to do that.  I have no reason to.  I can’t think of one instance where I would need to stand on the saddle, no matter how much I trust my horse.  He might shift one leg and I’m going down, so I’ll just go get a stepladder. When I see the people stunts meant to demonstrate how rock solid this horse is all I see is gimmicks.  I’d like to think you’ve spent so much time with him that he’s up for anything and I figure that’s what you want me to think too, but why are you showing all this impractical stuff?

Everything changes if you show me he can tolerate these shenanigans but can also do something worthwhile.  That’s the difference.  If you have photographic evidence that he can walk, jog, lope, sidepass across a rail, maybe clear a low jump, run a games course, a trail course, ride down the side of the road, pack a little kid around, and THEN show how you can hang off his neck or stand on his back, slide off his rump, wrap him in a tarp, stand on a toolbox, whatever, that’s great!  

BUT.  If you give me six pictures of him standing there with pool noodles tied to his tail, a tarp over his head, you sitting on the ground between his front legs, you taking a nap on the ground under him, you jumping off his butt, and him wearing a hat, I’m not interested.  That’s cute, I guess, but can you ride him?  No? Can he pull a cart?  No?  But I can stand on his back?  Not interested.  






So, recap. Show pictures of the horse. Include pictures of the horse untacked, from different angles.  Set her up nicely so we can see her well.  Include pictures of her doing something useful. Don’t wear sneakers to ride.  (Make me happy please, and never do that.)  Don’t flash your boobs or your butt crack while in the saddle.  Show off the horse, not yourself.  Take pictures of a clean horse.  Think about what you’re presenting.  Give me the information I need to know.  Check your spelling.  Have a clue what you’re talking about. Read your ad and check it for mistakes.  If this animal is worth the price you’re asking, she’s worth the effort you’ll take to present her well.  

And of course, thank you in advance for allowing me to rant a little and potentially making my possible future horse shopping less painful and more enjoyable.  



Wednesday, September 18, 2013

A Horse Show, from the middle of the ring...

Last weekend, I helped out with the horse show at the local Fall Fair.  For the first time in about fifteen years there were Western classes, and I wanted to do what I could to make it a success.  I admit to selfish motivation; I would love to take a horse there some day, but not this year, but if it goes well there's a better chance those in charge will keep it going, right?

Well, two years ago the fair board cancelled all the light horse shows.  Last year a diminutive woman who grew up in Scotland took it on to bring the hunter-jumper show back, and apparently loved it enough to do it again this year.  She is very brave!  I have huge appreciation for her because she looked around and decided there was a need to represent the Western riders around here.  (Applaud if you're not in a place where you need to be quiet!)


Brave Lady admitted to knowing nothing about Western, which I can deal with because, you know, Scotland.  Although on a side note, she shakes her head at the pussy softy way we ride here.  Arenas?  Sand rings?  Flat surfaces?  I imagine her riding a scruffy thick horse across the highlands in the mist.



Around here, for reasons I've not totally figured out, most of the riding industry is English.  The local tack shop sells probably 80% English tack and the only Western apparel available is (of course, because everybody looks good in them) cowboy boots.  Most stables have a jump course set up in the outdoor sand ring. I'm still working on theories for why this is but I'll blog that later.

So I stepped up and offered my help. I've helped out a little with the local saddle club, which is great but also awful.  I'm constantly doing this:

I'm so glad I don't have a horse here.

I wish I had a horse here.

This was so much fun when I was showing.

This was so much work when I was showing.

I'm bringing a horse next year.

I'm not ever taking my two speckled knuckleheads off the property.

Well, I will.  I'll get up the guts and do it.  It's in the plans.  I just need to beg borrow or rent a trailer get over myself.  Now that I'm a RIDING INSTRUCTOR I have huge fears of getting to a show and my horses, who are damn good at their job in their protected little home, will have a collective brain fart and act like morons and everybody will avert their eyes and whisper about what the hell kind of instructor I could possibly be with that  going on.  So I've got to work through that.

This year, I'm on the other side of the show.



I was put in charge of providing patterns for the Western Horsemanship class and the Trail class.  I went home and spent three days working on it.  I looked over every pattern I kept from my show days. I scoured the internet.  I made up my own.  I ended up bringing two Horsemanship patterns and three Trail patterns.



The thing is, we had no idea what to expect.  Would we get two riders in each class? Or ten?  Kids or adults?  Seasoned competitors with nice horses or first timers?  And I hate to say this because it plays into all the stereotypes that I hate, but would we be getting people who figure if you've got a saddle with a horn and you say yeehaw a lot that you ride Western????


So I found myself at the fairgrounds at 8:00 am, bundled up in my fleece jacket, my purple boots spraying dew as I walked.  Morning has a bit of a damp chill around here in the morning.  Our four Western classes would be due to start no earlier than 1:00, depending on how the hunter-jumper show went, but in the meantime there was a ton of stuff to do.  Paperwork.  Wow.  English horse shows have like, 12 divisions which have 3 classes in each division.  Or something.  I shuffled a lot of paper, when I wasn't weighting it down with anything portable to keep it from blowing away.  There was a lot of running back and forth to the announcer's wagon.  There was a lot of looking for somebody.  A lot of questions to answer.

I was in charge of getting the ring set up and assisting the judge.  I was the Ring Steward.  I did not want to be the Judge.  I go to horse shows and place horses as I watch and I'm usually way wrong, according to the real judge.  Instead, I stood beside our Real Judge, I wrote things down on a clipboard, and I watched for slow gait transitions and sloppy riding.

Pleasantly surprised, folks.  We got about 6 in each of the four classes and nobody sucked rocks at it.  There was no jerking on the bit, no excessive spurring, no yelling, no yeehawing.  No Hi Yo Silvering.  You can do that in movies and on your own time, not at a show, and these riders were all pretty decent.
There wasn't a whole lot of bling and fancy stuff but I don't need that.  I need clean and neat and well behaved, and we got it.  

Isn't that cool?

Y'know what else is cool?  Spectators.  

I was aware of people lined up along the rails to watch.  I felt really good about how Western riding was being represented to the public.  Because let's face it, at a horse show, even a saddle club schooling-type show, most of the spectators are fellow horse people or family members.  At the fair, it's regular people taking their kids for a spin on the ferris wheel.  And let's have a look at these pretty horses on the way.

So hey people, check this out - a horse can go this fast, then stop, then back up, then go a little faster.  

And a horse can walk over a bridge and look, the rider can open and close a gate from horseback!  

Y'know what wasn't easy?

Deciding who gets what.

The final decisions were the judge's, not mine, but she asked my opinion on things.  I was watching for her.  I had to let her know about who blew a lope departure that she might not have seen.  

Holy crap, hard job.  

Like, the guy who was impeccably dressed - but not so blingy as to embarrass himself for being overdressed at a small show - with the stunning QH... he did not place first in Western Pleasure.  His horse's head was just too low.  Level headed, yes, but not down to the knees.  I've seen that look placing first.  We couldn't do it.  He was so collected he looked like he was pressed bent up in the middle and down at both ends.  But darn pretty and the rider was near perfect. 

Or the Tennessee Walking Horses.  They came into the ring and the judge and I both went, "crap, I don't know anything about Walkers.  Are the walking or jogging or gaiting???"

Well, one of them placed second and one placed sixth.  We just went by which one looked like more of a pleasure to ride.  Get it?  That's the class.  

The little Appaloosa that won just trucked along with no fuss.  She and her rider both looked mellow and happy to be there, and did everything right.  

Horsemanship, that was trickier.  Who was the slickest?  Nobody forgot the pattern.  That would have made it easier to place somebody last, haha! We gave it to the QH.  He was much less cranked up and compacted by that time. And his rider remembered the correct free hand position.  

In the command class it came down to who had the nicest flying lead change.  The slick QH got that one.   

Trail.  OH TRAIL CLASS.  This was HAAAARD!!!  

It was the Appy and the QH again.  Her gate was nicer, his sidepass was better.  Her haunch turn was more precise, his backup was slightly straighter.  The judge had to decide how to break that tie!!!

Now I can't even remember why she gave it to the Appy.  

Here's the funny thing - I learned a lesson in objectivity.  I know the little Appaloosa and her rider, because she's my friend "NC" and I've known her for over 20 years, knew that horse when she was a gawky yearling, and have learned so much from that woman it's not even measurable.  Huge respect.  I had to set that aside and be fair when the judge asked my opinion.

And the judge knows the fella with the slick QH.  She knows he's taken that horse to the States for competitions, and that he's ending the summer taking him to some smaller shows to let him relax a little.  

I really liked this judge and I think I'd like to have a few riding lessons with her.  Turns out she's not far from me and I've never met her.  

See, the connections you can make when you actually get up the guts to leave the farm for a day, eh?

And I should mention that in exchange for volunteering my time, Brave Little Woman told me I could put up a banner.  Volunteers and sponsors of classes get to hang banners with their business names on them.  Some guy who runs a graphics company and owes Jethro money made up a nice little vinyl banner with grommets around the edges, perfect for hanging on the chain link fence beside the show ring.  Nice little banner.  EIGHT FEET BY THREE FEET.  Yep, hi folks, that's me.  Mm hmm.  

Weird, I have not usually been an introvert in my life, but seeing your name that big gives the shivers.  

Good thing I was dressed nicely.

I'll need those nice new Wranglers for when I show next year.  Oh wait, I won't be showing, I'll be ring stewarding.  Hmmmmm..... 

Friday, August 09, 2013

Having way too much fun for a living: A Hick Chic Guide

Start with a couple of friendly gentle horses.  Two works well for me.  Horses that are already spotted and/or speckled are a bonus

Add 2 or 4 youngsters.

And a box of sidewalk chalk and a bucket of water.

"No Speed limit"

Wet the chalk and see what happens.  

"Copper Rocks"

"Speed limit"

"Indian Pony"

This horse will soak up any form of attention he can get.  I looooove this horse.
I'm sure it helps if the adult involved in this is a bit of a child inside.  Yes, I was right in there, rubbing a stick of chalk on the palm of my hand to make historically inaccurate decorations on my little Appaloosa.

Here's a hint if you want to try this at home: sidewalk chalk does wash off with shampoo and a good rinse, but you'll have to scrub like heck. If you have a white horse it might show up for another couple days after bath time!  But hey, they're not going anywhere that they'd be embarrassed by the faded handprints and lightning bolts and hearts and crosses and stars and extra spots!  And the finger paints, which I hear wash out much easier, doesn't come in as many nifty colours.  So there's that.

Can you tell I'm really enjoying my work?

Monday, July 22, 2013

I went to see that JOHNNY DEPP LONE RANGER TONTO MOVIE

So let's just get this straight right now: You're going to see a movie that Jerry Bruckheimer produced and Gore Verbinski directed.  You are there for explosions and gags, loudness and stunts, huge sprawling set scenery, elaborate costumes.  Don't complain about a lack of realism or historical accuracy or coherent compelling storyline - you've got BRUCKSPLOSIONS!  And in some, Johnny!!!!

There was a plot of some kind.  It involved an introduction (some movie wizardry that aged our boy
Tonto-Johnny to about 113 years old) and then a little hints at backstory, a CRISIS involving A DIRTY UGLY VILLAIN and then a reluctant- buddy-cop-movie kind of thing where our two heroes are thrown together and must learn to...get along?  Work together?  There's a family honour / revenge / death avenging theme, because it's a western and is therefore required.  And there is a love interest subplot, but no sex of course, this is a Disney thing so you're allowed to see multiple bad guys getting shot but no kissing, geez, and there is also a plot twist, helpfully telegraphed halfway in so you totally see it coming and therefore feel pretty smart about your plot predicting abilities!  And oh yeah -- TRAIN STUNTS -- plural, take note, and stuff blows up and burns and there are flames the usual token gunshots, and also HORSE STUNTS... anything I'm forgetting?  Did I mention JOHNNY and HORSE?

Let's explore in pictures. (Which, sadly, I borrowed without permission because I still don't know how the internets work.)



Here's Tonto getting himself into a situation with this ridiculously handsome young do-gooder.  Seriously, I bet if you look up "MOVIE STAR" in the dictionary you find a picture of Armie Hammer. This is a theory that assumes you know what a dictionary is. Also I love this guy's name and wonder if it's a short form for "Armand" in which case his parents were nuts and hilarious.  Armand Hammer.  That's great.  




TRAIN STUNT!

I've been having small groups of young riders for extended summer vacation lessons; we ride in the morning, then spend a couple hours after lunch drawing pictures and laughing at chickens until their parents come get them.  Our rides consist of fun games like mounted scavenger hunts and fake horse shows.  I'm thinking of adding TRAIN STUNTS to my repertoire.  Not sure where I'll build the train track. I haven't even gotten around to building a bridge and gate for my trail obstacles. (And when I say "I" of course I mean Jethro and Bucky.)





 There is the possibility that I could be corrupting these kids though... after settling on their new cowboy names I warned them not to go robbing any trains.  



Back off, Calamity Jane and Crazy Kate!


Our hero Tonto meets up with the real hero, White Horse.  He's not called Silver till the end.  Outlaw Enforcers of the Law don't always have time to name their horses, I guess.  Well it takes time to settle on something suitable.  In any case, Tonto doesn't need to name the horse.  They have a bond that transcends trivial things like names.  


AWWWWWW!!!  



Let's talk about this horse for a second or ten.  Usually there are about four horses to play one.  That makes sense.  Every star needs a stand-in and a trailer to go escape to. Of course the star horse has to go back to his trailer and chill -- only his trailer has better, more healthy refreshments, I'm sure.  

Quick half-assed research on my part tells me that this is a Quarter Horse who's name is Silver in real life.  

Y'know, I don't think I've ever seen a white QH.  The horse in the pic above is somewhat QH shaped, I guess.  (I suspect that's not a gelding though?)  (Not to be looking where I shouldn't or anything.)  In any case, at least one horse was a real character, and the editors did an awesome job of sticking all those great expressions into the right scenes!!

Did I mention Helena Bonham Carter is in this?


I think she's just in it because she's really cool and instantly flashes things up necessarily.  Yes she is shooting an unruly patron of her establishment with her leg.  Is this disturbing?  On several levels.  But Disney has a way of making things seem totally acceptable.  Also, she's Helena Bonham Carter.  So, okay?

There's also a villain named BUTCH CAVENDISH which sounds like the result of a Western Movie Villain Name Generator. 

They went full on ugly for this guy, erasing any doubt in our minds that HE IS BAD.






It turns out that Tonto is nutso craze balls shamanistic outcast obsessive crazy insane.  



And speaking of which:


TRAIN STUNT.


Yet all those train stunts, and the scene that made me guffaw in disbelief was the white horse guzzling down a beer then belching.  GAH.  HORSES CAN'T BURP.  Heck yes, exploding bridge aerial train stunt, but you make a horse burp through the magic of movie wizardry and you have just ruined my suspension of disbelief!!!!!!!! And I remind myself once again that I'm really here for the Brucksplosions.

Well, heck, Tonto said it.  "There is something very wrong with that horse."

Know what else was good/bad in a so unrealistic it had to funny kind of way?

Tonto and the good lawyer turned outlaw ranger in a mask are up to their necks in dirt.  (Wrong headed stereotype?  Pirates didn't really make anybody walk the plank either.  Brucksplosions, people.  Brucksplosions.  Focus.)



That clever white horse comes up to the rescue. 


He cleverly drops one of those carefully draped reins so that his Ranger can grab the rein and get pulled out of the sand.  The horse backs up and pulls him out.  

He's very clearly got a curb bit in his mouth.

I'm sure not everybody in the theatre twitch and writhed with suppressed laughter at this.  A curb bit?  He's going to back up and that rein is going to... I can't even explain the fake science involved to do this because either my brain blocked it out or my eyes were squinted shut from giggling.  

Mind you I'm totally okay with this magical movie horse loping down the roof of a moving train, walking on the roof of a burning barn (although I'm fundamentally opposed to barn fires) and showing up in a tree.  Heck why not.  He's magic!



Here we have a lovely white horse loping through town.  Probably a getaway scene.  By the way, in my mind, when I coax Phoenix into his lazy lumbering lope, we look almost exactly like this!!! 




Notice the horse in this picture is all white.  He's (She's???) so white that the skin around the eyes and nose is pink.  Scroll through the pictures and you'll see that we've got a couple different horses here.  Anyways I think this one is very cute and always looks amused.  





I absolutely LOVE everything about this picture.  Let's count it out:

  1. Armie Hammer is wearing a brilliant red suit.  He looks striking and fun and cool but yet playfully formal!  
  2. JOHNNY
  3. Johnny proves that he is his own man by once again giving a gentle metaphorical middle finger to the unwritten rules of style.  I'll wear a suit... but only with scuffed up boots and a pile of chains around my neck instead of a tie! 
  4. That horse.  He's totally clocked into work today.  Yep, press event, photographers, handlers, the talent stands here, I'm cool.  Ten more minutes and it's hay net time.  
  5. I appreciate the work that goes into getting a white horse white.  I have a white horse.  I totally lucked out because she has brown legs.  But she still ends up with grass stains all over her rump and withers.  Luckily, she's not a movie star.  
  6. One of my favourite hobbies is to imagine horses having human thoughts.  Considering the above point, maybe what this horse is really thinking would go like this: As soon as Hunky and Handsome there are done with me, I'm going home and the first thing I'm gonna do is have a nice roll in the juicy green grass ahhhhhhh....!
  7. Nifty bridle there.  


In case you're wondering, and don't mind a spoiler, when our Lone Ranger finally decides on "Silver" as a name for his horse, he tries out his HI YO SILVER, AWAY! thing and dorks it up so hard that the crazy buddy with the dead bird on his head can't deal with it.  

And this goes seamlessly with how I also look in my mind when Copper gets a little fidgety and impatient.  


Cuz y'know, I don't like it when she does that and I am encouraging her not to but she is just so flashy and impressive when she's eager to get moving.  Sometimes I wave my hat around and it causes a lovely flare around the sun.  

Would I recommend this movie?  Yes, if you like horses and villains and heroes and Johnny and things blowing up in imaginative and unlikely ways.  Which I do.  Just promise me you'll laugh when the horse belches and whisper to the person beside you (hopefully someone you know, don't go see this alone, you need a post-viewing discussion partner) that horses can't belch and isn't that funny.  

I'll be over here, trying to figure out how to make a fake train stunt for my trail course...

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

An Adjustment To The Herd


So I'm back down to two horses.  Two speckled freckled horses.  






No more beautiful shiny red horse.  






On Saturday afternoon, Oakie left with her new owner, who is also one of her first owners, and they will have a great life together.  I feel relieved now.  I miss Oakie, there's definitely a blank space where her presence used to be, but I know this is right.  We are adjusting.  It's been four days and the trauma has subsided.



Phoenix spent all of Saturday afternoon frantically running around the corral, whinnying like I've never heard him before, calling her.  He looked over the gate where the trailer left.  He stalked the fence line looking for her.  Back and forth, into the pasture, into the corral. He'd stop at the spot where Oakie's hooves left our dirt and went into the trailer, sniff the ground, and let out a heartbreaking whinny.  

By night time, he was down to searching only once every hour or so.  Selina said she still heard him during the night, through her open bedroom window.  

The funny thing is, and I predicted this, Copper isn't traumatized.  




She whinnied a little at first, but it seemed more like, "it's time to make noise because our friend left, but really I'm just doing this because he is so I guess I'm supposed to."  

Then she headed out to graze, lifting her head occasionally to watch Phoenix in his distraught state.  

Call me crazy, but I am convinced she looked a little smug.

She's the only girl again.  

No more pecking - order battles.  No more competition, no more girly hissy fits.  The mares didn't hate each other, but they didn't particularly like each other.  So really this arrangement works out quite well for Copper.  

On Saturday night, the kids saw Copper get down in roll where the horse trailer had been.  (Take that, Frenemy.)  

It's been four days, and other than being more attached to Copper than usual, Phoenix is okay again.  Copper is like she's always been, only less on guard. 

We're adjusting.


On Friday, Selina and I took Oakie for one last ride through the pasture.  

We admired her.  We soaked up her glossy shiny red coat, her elegant neck and beautiful face, her nice Quarter Horse hip, those dapples that shine in the sun, and we just know she's going to be the prettiest horse on the trail, with her pretty young owner.


Then we stood beside her with the reins clutched in my fist and had a little cry.  

And then I was okay.  

Because it's right.













It's a pretty darn good feeling, y'know, that you've done the right thing.  






Friday, May 24, 2013

Johnny Depp. Fringed chaps. BRAIN MELT.

PEOPLE, THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING.  A movie which falls under the "Western" category featuring Johnny Depp.  And yes it looks ridiculous and probably stupid, but those are two of my favourite things.  One of my other favourite things is Johnny Depp.  And also I love chaps.  Also, did I mention, there are HORSES involved??????

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See?  Fringe.


Honestly this whole thing could be problematic for me, because I see this new getup and my third thought is, "Well now I'll have to go find a taxidermized crow for my next Halloween costume."


I have a feeling Johnny got very excited about this project. Yay, a new chance to wear crazy make up and a ratty wig and talk funny!!!!  Dude, it even looks like he has new fake tattoos on his arms, which is just as much fun as real tats but with less commitment! (This from a woman with no tattoos.)

Johnny talks to a horse in this movie.  


Sounds perfectly reasonable to me.  I talk to a horse every day.  Several times a day.  Three different horses.  I think I might talk to horses as much as I talk to humans.  (I wonder if the horses ever wish I'd stop talking?)


He rides too.  (Although to be fair I can't tell if that's him on the horse in this picture.)


If I happened to be there, the following words would happen:

"Okay Johnny, you're sitting up straight instead of leaning over and that's great. Next time I'd like to see you really relax your core, sink your seat into the saddle and push your heels down." 

Then, in a complete contrast to how I usually act while coaching a rider, I would pass out.  


This isn't the first time he's had to get on a horse when he shows up at work.  He played a gypsy awhile back (did I even mention how much I wanted to be a gypsy ?) 





...and he played a totally useless city boy who couldn't figure out the shaggy pony he was given as transportation.








So, let's recap this thing, shall we?

*cowboy movie
*ridiculous
*potentially stupid
*JOHNNY
*horses
*chaps
*cowboy hats
*JOHNNY ON A HORSE


So yep. I'm done.  Happy Johnny Friday!