Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Such a Scare With Leah

When one door closes, another one opens--or so they say.

I had such a scare yesterday.  Such a scare.

Leah has to be pulled out of the herd, every day, before we let the others out to graze.  When she came into her stall for breakfast, she was perfectly sound, but two hours later, when I went out to ride her--she was lame on her back left leg. Really lame. 

I felt her leg for heat.  Couldn't find any.  Checked for swelling. Found a little around the fetlock, but it was hard to tell. 

I started to list the facts, trying to reconstruct what may have happened to her: 1) She was in a stall eating hay. 2) Whatever happened occurred within a 2 hour window 3) No signs of blood or trauma 4) The other mares had gotten themselves into the stall next to her and were hanging their heads over the rails towards Leah when I walked out 5) She still had a ravenous appetite 6) She didn't want to bear weight on the limb, but could bear weight if asked 7) Mild swelling was at the fetlock. 8)Possibility of hoof abscess not ruled out.

Fetlock injuries can be bad, and that was not lost on me.  I started to yell out loud at my bad luck.  I started to cry.  It wasn't a pretty scene.

This is what I wrote yesterday: It makes me realize how desperately attached and invested I've become to Leah.  I have felt sick to my stomach all day.  So much time.  So much heartache.  So much partnership--FINALLY.

I watched her all morning and then had to go to work.  Last night, my husband and I went out to see her, and she seemed a little better.  We decided to stall rest her and see what we had today.  Today, she's walking like normal with very mild swelling still in the fetlock.  If I had to guess, I think she kicked out at the other horses and bruised her leg in the rails.  There is no sign of any trauma--scraping--but that is the only possible answer. I can't say we're completely out of the woods now, but I'm much more optimistic, and I don't think it's time to call our vet out...yet. 

While Leah was on observation, I opened another door, turning my attention to Beautiful Girl, who will officially start training next Thursday. I'm trying to get her caught up with everything she has already been trained to do before we start in earnest.  Our plan, so far, is that Rebecca will come here every Thursday night to help me.  Beautiful was trained at a young age to carry a saddle and respond to pressure from the ground.  She still remembers those early lessons well, but we need to get her to the next step of carrying and responding to a rider.

During yesterday's session, I asked her to trot over the rolly polls--she did awesome!!  One thing I can say for her, she knows where all FOUR feet are at all times and has great foot control through obstacles.  Way more than Leah, I might add.  Way more than most horses.

After that, we went to the tires.  Beautiful, at first, smelled them, then she put her a foot into one and walked over it.  Wow!  Here she is doing it again after a little break.  I had my camera in front of my face, and at first, she wouldn't come over at me--probably thinking I just wanted to take her picture.  I put the camera down, looked at her and called her to me--she started to come across.
Movement. One leg forward.
 No problem.

 Hi, mom.

She also did the labyrinth, which is a bit tricky since it has two turns.  Beautiful was sensitive and responsive to each ask of a foot.  She did go out of the labyrinth on the first try, but she didn't overreact.  We tried it again and a light bulb went on--she got it!  You'd think backing up through a labyrinth of poles would be easy, but to horses, who can't see where they're putting their feet--it makes them claustrophobic. They have to concentrate hard on your asks--and that keep them from thinking about other things--like their herd.  It demonstrates trust in their handler, too.  I was happy to see that she and I still have a connection.

When she was done, I gave her a treat and put her back.  She followed me along the fence line, which I thought was very sweet.

I have mixed emotions today--excitement for Beautiful Girl and her potential--and sadness, that Leah is / was lame.  I'm just hoping for the best and seeing some light at the end of this unexpected tunnel.

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Cesky Krumlov, Prague, and My Vacation Surprise

All this jumping around I've done, you may be confused about the timeline of our Norway / Czechia vacation.  Here it is in a nutshell:

Fly Icelandair from Seattle to Iceland--take a plane to Oslo, Norway--get picked up by kids and grands at the airport--stay 3 days with them--take a train from Asker to Oslo--board new plane to Prague--rent a car at the airport--drive to Pilsen (Plzen)--spend the day, then drive to Cesky Krumlov--stay two nights in really old building (main guest suite $160 total--includes taxes, fees, breakfast & parking)--drive through the country stopping at small towns on the way to Prague--stay in Prague for 2 nights--catch a ride to airport (Uber cost about $18 for a 25 minute ride)--fly back to Norway--take train back to Asker--stay another night with the kids and grands--fly home.

Cesky Krumlov was written up in the Wall Street Journal September 2015, and it sounded amazing.  It was a largely forgotten town that sat untouched until after the Velvet Revolution--at which point locals began to preserve and prepare it for tourism.  It's the 2nd most visited town in the Czech Republic and sits nestled at the foot of a grand castle.  You can stay in the castle, but the rooms were booked out by the time we made our reservations.  We were happy to be nestled in the heart of the downtown.

View out the hotel window--downtown Cesky Krumlov.

The Hotel Krcinuv Dum where we stayed for two romantic nights.

Our medieval suite overlooking the downtown. Keep in mind, this suite was only $160 a night--TOTAL.  There was an amazing Czech breakfast included in that price--all the pastries (kolaches, croissants, etc), eggs, various cheeses and meats--along with standard fare like yogurt, bagels, fruits and juices.  It was quite a feast.

Here are some sights from Cesky Krumlov:

This was the winter riding stable.

Our next stop was Prague--after a journey through the countryside to get there.  There not much I can add that hasn't already been written about Prague, so I'll share the photos.  Amazing city.
I love these images of the people of Prague walking in the rain.  They've turned out to be my favorite.

The Charles Bridge


Walk across the Charles Bridge with me and listen to some fabulous music from the buskers!

View of the castle from the Charles Bridge.

St Vitus Cathedral at the Prague Castle.

Video of St Vitus Cathedral


Miscellaneous pics from Prague--there was something beautiful everywhere you looked.

The original Darth Vader.

The Jewish Quarter in Prague. A horrible truth: Hitler envisioned it being a museum for an extinct people. 



The stairs up to Prague Castle.  Hey, there's a Starbucks, with a beautiful view of all of Prague, waiting for you up there.  Hurry!
Looking down the stairs.

Czech dinner down below the Prague Castle.


Getting ready to eat lunch at the oldest pub in Prague--at the bottom of the Prague Castle stairs.

In the pub.

The pub basement.

My trout lunch.  Trout is very popular in Czechia.  I ate this before we saw the skulls.

Some last photos of the Prague Castle and St Vitus Cathedral:

(I'm not sure what the girl on the horse signifies in this fountain.)
We've arrived near the end of our vacation--a plane trip from Prague to Oslo.  As my husband was retrieving his work laptop he'd accidentally left in Oslo as we went through security--I was checking in for our flight home the next day.

But when I followed the link in my email--two names popped up for check-in on Icelandair--mine was not one of them!  My husband's name--AND--the son we'd come to visit in Norway.


Yes, my hubbie had booked on Expedia and, since he'd booked flights for Matt in the past, his name was in the drop down box--and he accidentally purchased a ticket for Matt (who lives in Norway)--and NOT me.

Long story short, we had to purchase a 1st class ticket, the only ticket left, on Icelandair at the added cost of $1500.  The ticket was $2,200, but they refunded the $700 for the other ticket. 

Now, did I actually sit in 1st class (comfort class)--or with my husband?

With my husband, of course!!  I was tempted because, oh, was it nice up there--but it was easy to switch tickets with the Coach passenger next to my husband.  She was thrilled to change seats!  I did a sad walk back to row 34--cramped--few amenities--lackluster flight attendants, but I got to sleep on the shoulder of the man I love.

And, that is the end of the vacation story.  We are safe and sound home.  Our wallets are a little lighter, and it will be a while before we return to Europe, but despite all the various mistakes we made, we loved every minute of it.