I bought a baby North…..

Okay, I’m so excited I can’t sit for long.  I need to dance…  I need to shout…  I need to sing…(Actually, I did that in the car all the way home from Kingston.)  I bought my horse today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I went to check out a two year thoroughbred bay gelding in Kingston today.  I fell in love.  I bought him.

I am now the proud owner of  ‘Crown The Moment’, aka Bailey, son of Crown Attorney (Queen’s Plate Nijinsky stakes winner), and an absolute doll, in your pocket, how ya doin’ pleased ta meetcha kinda boy.

I’d post pics, but my laptop is out of service, (an unfortunate incident involving Meg and a glass of water), but hopefully my genius husband will fix it, and when my new baby becomes an official Quebecer on Saturday, I’ll take tons more pics and post them.  I’m so thrilled.  So over the moon. I found him.  My bebe North.

Bye bye, Miss American Pie…

Okay, she is actually a Hannoverian/Thoroughbred which would equal a German Englishwoman or an English German Woman, I guess.   She is gorgeous, a cute mover, wonderful personality, super easy going, and, oh,….did I mention she is a horse?  Anyhow, I had my heart set on her until an evil, cruel monster destroyed my dreams a nitpicky an honest but pricey vet gave me the results of some hoof x-rays.  The outcome was not good.  Todd  had promised to buy me a horse this fall, and I have been on the hunt for a while.  Jesse (the horse I was leasing) is going back sometime this month.  I’d decided he just wasn’t what I wanted.  This little mare that I’d found fit the bill perfectly, except for the little fact of possible navicular problems.  Damn, damn, and triple damn.  So long story short, if I am smart enough to listen to the nitpicky knowledgeable  vet that I hired for that very reason (to be nitpicky and point out any potential problems) then I am not going to buy her.  I just wish he had been wrong!

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So let the hunt begin!

I know my horse is out there.  I just have to find her (or possibly him).

P.S. North is awfully glad that the little upstart is going home.  He figures he’ll get more carrots now.  Like I ever stopped giving my big sucky buddy carrots.  Maybe not quite as much attention as before Jesse came, but he always got his fair share of carrots.

The handsomest old boy at the barn - North

The handsomest old boy at the barn - North

Styling…a la Grand Prix

The last two Sundays I had the opportunity to goes to the Park (NNEP) to watch some of the biggest names in Canadian showjumping.

Wow.  It only comes to Ottawa once a year, thanks to Jay Hayes and his family (a great Canadian rider), who took over from whoever, when it was the Toshiba, then the Ottawa Classic, then….whatever it was.  All I know is thankfully we still have an ‘A’ show, with Grand Prix’ running.

Some of the riders that were in attendance included Ian Millar, Yann Candele, Beth Underhill, Jill Henselwood, Amy Millar, Jonathan Millar, Leslie Howard, just to name a few.  It was pretty sweet.

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Amy Millar

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Captain Canada hisself (aka Ian Millar)

Captain Canada hisself (aka Ian Millar)

Jill Henselwood

Jill Henselwood

Leslie Howard

Leslie Howard

The new Wild West…

Introducing…..

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Jesse James

My new pony……a lease….but keeping me busy.  Aint he cute?

And please ignore my bad hands and elbows and position, I am working on it.

Positive thinking…in the sun

I realize lately I’ve been a very negative person.  I’ve given up on things because it’s just too much bother.  It’s easier to bitch and complain, rather than try to do something about it.  Part of it seems to be winter’s effect on me, especially this year, as it has been a long, extremely cold winter.  Or maybe I’m just noticing it more because I’m spending most of my day outside.  Whatever it is, I don’t like being who I have been lately.  The sun was out today, despite the dusting of snow we got last night, and I decided to take a cue from the weather, and go for a ride.  Out to the barn, saddle up the old boy, and just enjoy the fact that I have a horse to ride.  He might not be mine, but for most purposes, he is mine to ride when I please.  He doesn’t hack out, he’s is a bit of a goof, but he is so lovely and I like him a lot.  And I think he actually likes me as well.  I’ve decided to wait until fall at least, or maybe next year, to buy a horse, so North will have to be my baby for a while more.  Which is good, for both of us.  He needs somebody, of the human persuasion, to care, excercise,  brush, and provide carrots, as I need someone of the equine persuasion, to care for, to ride,  to brush,  and to feed carrots to.  It’s a symbiotic relationship, and it works.

The most delicious doggy food dinner…

According to Sasha, my cooking reins supreme.  She cleans her bowl beyond spotless, and she is actually eating real meat and veggies, not the scary stuff I’ve been reading up on.  I followed one of the links provided by Sarah to this absolutely fantastic site.  There is so much valuable, scientific information there, it’ll take me a while to get through it all, but needless to say, I think I’m on the right track here, changing the dog’s and cats’ food from canned and especially eliminating dry, to home cooked/raw meat/make it yourself diet.  It’s downright disgusting what has been passed off as pet food, and reading about the dry food, well, let’s just say I’m totally going to try and eliminate or at the very least, minimize it, from their diets.  We think we are doing what’s best for our pets, buying the ‘completely balanced’ and ‘nutrional’ stuff, and it turns out we are probably harming them intstead.

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This is my recipe for one of Sasha’s doggy dinners.

Broccoli/Carrot/Rice/Liver/Chicken/Garlic Goulash

1 large Broccoli (floret and stalk)

1 large Carrot

1/2 cup rice

1 1/4 cup water

1/2 cup chicken hearts (chopped)

1/2 cup liver (chopped)

1 tbsp minced dehydrated garlic (if using fresh, I’d use a lot less, maybe one or two cloves)

Bring rice and water to a boil in a large pot.  Dice broccoli and carrot in the meantime, bring rice to low heat and add  veggies.  Simmer for 10 minutes.  Add chopped liver and garlic, simmer for another 2 minutes.  Rice should be done (I don’t think you’d want to taste it to see, but if it needs a bit more time, simmer for another 2 minutes).  Turn off heat, add chicken and mix, letting it stand on the burner.  This will just very slightly cook the chicken (Sasha will not eat raw meat – yet).  Let the entire mixture cool before feeding.

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I will try to start adding more raw meats once her system has adjusted to this meal.  So far there have been no problems, her stools are good (something I never thought I would be posting about!! – my dog’s poo!!) and she is cleaning her bowl like I’ve never seen.  I start cooking this around 4:30 or 5pm, and she is lying right there in the way, just watching and waiting.  Supper time can’t come fast enough.  And garlic, you may ask?  It’s good for them, just as it is for us (plus it cuts down on the smell of the liver!)

Sasha likes it warm, but you want to make sure there are no hot spots in the meat.  This makes two dinner portions for her, but I may start feeding it in the am as well, having decided to try to remove dry food/kibble from her diet.  She seems to be full enough after this dinner, that she is not even eating her kibble anyway.

I will have to look into what supplements she may need, if we continue this kind of diet.  Dogs are natural scavengers (just think of the coyote), so I think I’m doing pretty good with this kind of meal.  I do know they may need extra calcium, which apparently you can get from grinding up dry egg shells and adding to their food.  And too much liver can provide too much Vit A, which can be toxic, so I’m going to try and check out some local butchers and see what kind of cheap cuts/scraps/ etc … might be available.  Scraps? you may say.  Look at that link I posted and see what passes as meat in the canned food.  Your butcher may become your pets’ new best friend.  More research to do.

And please, do some research yourself, and do not rely on anything that I say.  I am not a vet, nor am I an expert in animal nutrition.  I am doing what I think is best for my pets.  I am not responsible for anyone else, nor am I endorsing any particular diet.  I just want to put it out there, for people who are interested, that there are options, and that you need to do your research.  That what you are feeding your beloved pet may not be what you think.  Labels are extremely deceptive, and what passes as meat for human consumption is vastly different than what passes as meat for our pets.  (I find this particularly disgusting, dishonest, immoral, and it should not be legal!!!! – although it is legislated as okay.  Makes me very glad that when my last two fur babies died, I brought their bodies home and buried them in a special place in my garden..illegal though that  was….yes, you are leaping to the right conclusion……) Rendering plants, which provide the PFC with their product, get their ingredients from many places, including dead animal disposal and road kill.

We should not follow blindly the pet food industry’s claims.  It’s always a good idea to talk to your vet as well.  She/he may be more receptive that you think, especially if you have some background research to back up your ideas/questions.

These are the reasons why I think this issue  is important.

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It was good enough for Lady and the Tramp…

Spaghetti and Meatballs that is.  So I’ve been asking myself why am I buying canned food and dry food for my dog and cats?

This has been on my mind for the last few days since a conversation I had with my dear sister, who recently lost a beloved cat.  There are many additives and preservatives in the canned and dry food that we feed our pets.  There was also a pet food recall recently, as well, the food having caused quite a few deaths in Canada and the US.  So I’ve been cruising the web (or the intraweb as Todd likes to call it – a techie joke I guess) looking for information on making your own, pros and cons, nutrition for cats and dogs, etc….  Know what?  There is a hell of a lot of info out there, and a hell of a lot of it is garbage.

What I have gleaned from my computer highway excursions can be summed up quite simply.

1.  There is very little scientific and acurate info out there, and most of what is there, is provided by Pet Food Companies.

2.  Vets don’t know a lot about nutrition.  What they do know is usually provided to them by Pet Food Companies.

3.  Pet food companies do almost all the research into pet food and nutrition, by various means that I will not discuss because it makes me sad.

4.  Although there may be some good commercial pet foods, most of it seems to be hogswill.

5.  We, as pet owners, seem to have been fed a lot of said hogswill, being told that feeding such-and-such is best for our pet.

6.  Table scraps may not be as bad for our pets as we have been led to believe.  Depending on the scraps.  If you’re eating the same kind of over-processed, preserved, full of fat and crap that your pet is, it may or may not make a difference.  But if you’re eating healthy stuff, it may be better for your pet that the crap they are eating!

7.  Cats are carnivorous.  Pure and simple.  They don’t eat corn, rice, wheat, soy, or by-products of corn, rice, wheat,  or soy.  They also don’t eat… well, a whole bunch of stuff on the label of the bag of Meow Mix in my kitchen.  Cats eat mice.  And birds.  Squirrels if they can get ‘em.  Big cats eat cows, lambs, gazelles, water buffalo (good luck to the cat trying), pretty much any herbivore they can catch.  I’ve never heard of a tiger or a puma aka cougar aka mountain lion (my fave animal of all) stalking an ear of corn, or a wheat stalk.  But watch them stalk some cute baby mountain goats (or not, if your squeamish when watching nature shows) and you’ll see a cat in action getting her dinner.  She doesn’t feed her babies Meow Mix.

8.  Vets sell premium cat and dog food.  For a reason.  Not the reason you might think.  Or maybe you do.  They have been ‘educated’, by the Pet Food Companies, about the superior product they have.  Which will prevent/help/cure almost anything.  Vets are not stupid, but they have overhead.  The Pet Food Companies have ‘research’ on their side.  It all sounds good.  Win/win all around.  Except for your pet.  Especially if it’s a cat.  Who really just needs to eat a bird.  Or a mouse.

So in conclusion, take everything I’ve said with a grain a salt.  Or a raw chicken heart.  That’s what my cats turned their noses up to at dinner time.  The dog ate a few.  And said that’s enough.  Literally.  So I cooked them up with some liver, and a bit of rice (for the dog – cats don’t eat rice – see point #7) and everyone was happy-almost (the dog loved it-the cats not so much).   I opened a can of crap crack cocaine cat food, and fed them.  End of complaints.  And end of post.

Auld Lang Syne…A few days late…

That song seems to tug at the Scot in me.  Happy New Year everyone!  Any resolutions to share?

Mine:

1.  Quit smoking.

2. Budget my money and pay attention to what I am spending.

3. Organize and prioritize my house and my life.

4. Practice my violin(s) andguitar more, and enjoy more music in my life.

5. Be an even better me ala Oprah….. Okay, but seriously, just to be a nicer person all around.  A smiley happy even when it’s a bit fake. Cause eventually the fake becomes real.

6. Let the bad things roll off my back (ie. the crappy drivers, the nasty people shoppers, the gossipy spew, the evil looks) and bask in the kindness and positiveness that does come my way – another (ie. -  –         (ie. the lady in line in front of me at the SAQ who was smiling and laughing at the misfortunes of the clerk, who took twenty minutes to put two customers thru the checkout; the person who waved me into the lane while pulling out of the grocery store, despite the honkings from cars behind; the little kid in the checkout line who smiled the biggest smile possible at me, despite my smelley horsey barn coat or maybe because; the fact that my two girls are the most incredible little people in the entire universe – no bias of course; the fact that I actually like my job and the people and the four legged creatures that I work with.  In the big picture, I’m pretty damn lucky.  So the bad stuff?  Pshaw. T’ain’t nothing.

7. Stop spending so much time on the internet looking at horses for sale.  Spend time writing book, playing violin, doing anything that might be productive, because I’m not buying  a horse until next fall at the earliest so what is the point besides torture and self denial?

Hmm, I was aiming for ten, but I don’t think I’ll get there, unless I throw in things like:  stop eating so many hungarian sausages from depanneur,(don’t know what it is about those things, but OMG, they are so good I could live on them) ,eat less Jarlsberg cheese and crackers, (as if!!!) , start jogging in the morning before work (was a brief idiotic thought).  These are things that are very unlikely to happen, so they will not be on any list any time soon.  So I’ll leave it there.

Sarah, just so you know, I’m thinking of you and Gremlin.  Nothing is harder than saying goodbye to someone you love.

Election Day…again

It’s the provincial election here in Quebec.  I had almost decided not to vote, for the simple fact that there is no chance that any party I vote for will even come close to getting elected.  But apparently every vote also sends a whopping 50 cents to the party (similiar to the federal system that the Tories tried to scrap, and which is the main reason we have the current mess in Ottawa that we do.)  So I will go and vote, simply for that party to get my 50 cents!  How’s that for democracy?

On Sunday, Meghan, Todd and I went skating.  I think it’s been at least 4 years since the last time I strapped on skates.  My feet were sore after 10 minutes.  After 15, I had to stop and take them off.  I am a terrible skater, but it was kinda fun, and Meg, who was reluctant to go because she is just learning how to skate, got a kick out of me being so terrible!!  But it’s another fun thing to do with your kids, and here in Aylmer, with the access card, it’s free!

runnup-to-xmas-023Here’s Meg, with a white bundle of fur that I thought might have disappeared.  Whitey, as he is aptly named, had been gone for several days.  He returned today with one eye looking pretty bad.  He is not my cat.  He used to live down the street, until his owner got a small, yappy dog, and Whitey got scared.  Now I feed him at my back door, and he is not usually allowed inside the house.  The exception today is due partly to the fact that we are having some incredibly cold weather, and that his eye looked so bad (and also because Todd is not home right now).  He has no claws, front or back, with which to defend himself.  He is incredibly sweet, incredibly shy, but once he knows you he is very affectionate.  He is also litter trained and neutered.  I would love to find him a permanent indoor home.  He deserves to belong to someone who would treat him well.  I do the best I can, but I already have four of my own, if you count Ty (another stray that I took in a few years ago).  His previous owner is under the delusion that he is much happier as an outdoor cat.  You tell him that when it’s -25C, and you tell him that when he can’t defend himself because he has no claws!  There is no way Todd will let him come in on a permanent basis, even if it’s just for cold nights.   I would hate to bring him up to the SPCA – he would be terrified.  But I hate having to leave him outside in the cold too.

Let me introduce North…

My new sweetheart, the boy that I spend all my extra barn time after work with, the one that makes my husband joke (I think) I must be having an affair, why would I spend so much  time at the barn when I don’t even have a horse?  He is an old sweetie, in need of some TLC, and some exercise.  And I love his personality!  He’s got enough spunk to prove that he was a racehorse once, and enough sweetness to practically fall asleep when I brush his face.  If I can’t have a horse yet, then I will simply adopt North as my own.

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There are horses who have personalities that you just mesh with, and this is that kind of situation.  We just get along, and it’s cool.

Have I said lately how much I love my job?

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