Weston had a great time today-Okay I had a great time. We escaped reality and put Weston to the test-new place, new activity...sorting cows! He was scared at first, but willing. He handled it with such grace it was amazing. I got to go in first as my horse had never seen cows, we wlked around and he realized they move away from us. He was clam, and comfortable. He worked well with horses he didn't know in the pen even. We had no dirty cows all day! Wow. A dirt cow is a cow that gets by you in the wrong order.

We actually had 4 and five cows in the pen sorted in less tahn 60 seconds each run after the clinic. Wow. He was not fast of my feet, but he stoped quick, and even got pissy with a cow that didn't want to move away. it was great.

Here is the best part....the best part of my day. Weston stood outside that pen, and watched every other go-seeing what they were doing, and as they opened the pen to let the next group in he pulled and headed to go in. He was as into it as I was. Muzzy was always the most fun horse to compete with because of his heart. During game shows Muzzy would always watch the other horses do each event, and he was so excited to go fo rour turn. I always knew he loved it as much as I did. I have not had a horse be that attentive to the game at hand since my Muz.

So Go team Weston-tommarrow we are gonna hit the easy classes at the buckskin show....I just love that it is at the expo center. He was pretty vomfy there, He layed down though with me on, and I had to convince him to get up...It was pretty funny.

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I was given a crazy silly beautiful arabian two yr old in my youth to train. I had my mom's old horse figured out it was time for me to get a "project". One that would last through all of my youth...Out of Madam Muzzle Man and Mr. Brilliant (two national champions) was the most incorrect to breed stature horse. I hated him at times. I love him more than I have ever loved anything. I lost my 26 year old best friend today, and it is so hard. He came in and wanted to lye down not eat. I knew he didn't feel right, and first thought was collic-walking him, he could not stay up. His gums were pale and I knew from first look it was over. No reason to drag a 26 year old through an iffy proceedure. I couldn't even keep him on his feet hrs after the banimine. He was so dignified deciding to hold it in and not thrash as he was in incredible pain. Took two hour to get a vet out and end the pain. It's over.

Mr. Muzzy was my fuzzy pillow. The stall I cried into in my teen years. The horse who lived through my homones, and drama of growing up. He went to lessons with me twice a week, and got ridden every day-on four very different legs our farrier once told us, "I wouldn't ride that horse to get my mail." They went every direction and one was three inches shorter than the other in frount. You had to ride with your stirrups un even or you were pulling your saddle to straighten it all day. And we rode all day back then, as a kid that is what we did! Muzzy competed in every horse sport there is except cart. He could do flying lead changes at the drop of a hat, every other stride no problem. He is the horse I ran down the feild with nothing on him, standing up on his back. The horse that came runing to me in my youth for work! I won so many ribbons and awards with him, but the memories are so many. I fell off him, got the broken elbow, and a few concussions too. He was my Lincoln County Rodeo Court Queens horse, we even carried the falg to open an arab show and when he reared on command it brought down the house. After school I sold him twicw, check in hand and horse loading into the trailer-I changed my mind-twice. Ripping up the check. He helped so many students learn to ride, become self-confident, and love horses. So many children competed on him. My own girls were now trail riding him, and he was in retirement. He even won many game shows, beating a few pro's back in the day. He worked cows with all his heart as he did everything.

Mr. Muzzy was so much heart, always full of heart. He will be missed by many, but I will never stop missing him. My youth was on the back of that horse! He taught me patience, understanding, kindness, love and forgiveness, all the things that really matter.

So I know This is Weston's blog, and I have great stories to share, but today is in memory of a best friend who is now feeling no mare pain.

I love you Mr. Muzzy.

Sorry and goodnight

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I am feeling like a big baby. I had it set to repeat my music and practice my finals routien today. I strt and cry. I know it is almost over, and I may loose Weston. I am a mush. I have enjoyed it all, until now-the end is so real. He worked greta and we palyed with part so I can put them together. I am really glad I used the video except it didn't capture the parts I wanted to see. I will try again. I am working on a bridge, for finals, he is finnalyy jumping on up, but he didn't want to come down-it was pretty funny.

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Thank you Vikki!

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Whew. We worked really hard in the arena today. Weston is so smart and tries so hard, I had to take him out for a lil trail ride to let him relax, he is so happy on the trails, wandering, eating and drinking. The life. On the road I heard a noise, looked back and saw the motorcycle. Ugh. He started to canter in place. I knew he could do that. We were neck in neck for a few moments, and off went the bike, driver oblivious to my near death fealings or my horses. Weston realxed right away, and we strolled on home.

He spent the day free to roam as far as he wanted, but hanging outside my door. Waiting for something to do. Cleaning up the alfalfa leaves from feeding the cows. Happy horse.

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What a good boy. He was so tierd he could hardly keep his eyes open. Too much trail riding the day before I guess. I am hiting the trails easy tommarow. Weston was a great boy, did not care one bit about the kids noise, and they make a ton of noise. I starded by waiting standing up on him, it was fun and got everyone's attention. I am going to post pics for high lights.

Two tracking bareback...

Bow

Backwards? Who knows. Now I have to actuallly have a routine together next...Hmmm. That is what my week will be full of.

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I am pretty excited. Silent auction tommarow also has some great tack items..Great food and our team Weston sweat shirts too. I hope you will be impressed. Lots of time for question and answer too.

Today we wnated the day off, so the trails it was. Weston loves to go anywhere outside. He is in such great shape he is very sure footed now. We had some hill climbing to get started-were out about 3, and a half hours. Walk, troting-cantering. Poor Michelle-she wanted to go for a trail ride with me. I guess I am a kid utop a horse. I couldn't help running under branches with perfect footing under us-she had a few scratches. Cars passed Weston knew they were coming 5 minutes before we did, but the never fazed him, the couple that stopped to talk with us got a big horse snoz in their window. They though he was very big for a mustang, and adored him.

There were two things that did bother Weston-Big rocks aranged odly at the top of a strange driveway-sign read Madre something...He was scared, but he sucked it up and passed. Michelle couldn't help laughing at him on the way back he rushed over to them, and tried picking up the smaller ones, not afraid at all. Scarey # 2-Big dogs threatning to attck us in a kennel. They were serious, and the horses took them serious, both wheeling around, poor Michelle hit the hard ground. She is a tough cowgirl. You have to be to ride with me I hear. I got off, and poor Weston was shaking, but as Michelle mounted up, we headed back on our way. Michelle with scrapes, and bruises, a swolen fiinger, and bloody hand-did I mention she types for a living. The boys were great though, we passed all kinds of things, even trotted through a giant water crossing. Nice easy every day ride around here. Ha ha. Boy was Weston happy when he first caught sigt of the barn, he siged. He was one tierd boy.

We got home and he was so happy to get the saddle of and go eat. I love that when I go to his stall he neighs to me, every time. I have two other geldings who neigh hello when they see me, but not with the intensity or all the time like Weston!

I hope he is not sleeping tommarow for all of you who come play with us. The adress of the barn is 1400 S. Beaver Creek Rd, Seal Rock, Or 97376. Barn phone 541-563-8670. I will post some signs, and balloons.  Also if any of you are having trouble with the send a reply button.....my email is sealrockstables@hotmail.com

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I am loving this contest so far, just pushing myself. Today was a frustrator in the arena. We work on so many things I don't know how he keeps it all straight, and sometimes he dosen't. I was working so still frount only lead changes hoping for a hind-never go there. So I started to cnater and two track across the arena, low and behold he changes leads like a dream instead of what I wanted. Bahh. We had some very pretty work, slowed our canter back down, and worked manuvers. Kids were having a I am done day so I had to get them back down.

I packed a flag down the driveway at a walk and trot, canter 4 strides. He thinks I am crazy, but all is well. The funny part was the horses in thhier pasture running around snorting at us carring a flag.

Don't forget to pass it on-Weston's open house this Sat at 1:00 at our barn. Powder Puff Posse here. Silent auction, Chili, coffee and more. Come meet Weston. 

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Updated: Thursday, 26 February 2009 10:48 PM EST

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It was a blustery day and we just hung out. Not really up for work. I thought you might like to hear what I wrote for my essay for the Dawn Lipin Mustang Trainer Assistance Fund. It comes from the heart..and I guess you might as well know how I feel.

I was not a "mustang" person, I grew up riding and training arabian horses. For the last 16 years I have been training professionally all breeds, and work mostly with problem horses. The mustang's I had contact with were badly mistreated, and needed a lot of help. I loved thier hardiness and gaits though thier minds had been pushed in ways none should be.

I jumped at the chance to start a mustang having no idea what to expect, except the work load. I was so excited after years of problem horses to try a "clean" slate. When I saw the fuzzy teaddy bear of a horse I was give, I was hooked. I had not planned to fall in love. I have. I have ridden more horses than I will ever remember, and never have I felt a bond like this. I hate to compare it to middle school dating, but it is so powerful it knocks me off my feet over and over again. Whenever I leave my house I am greeted by non-stop neighs and nickers, whenever he see's me. My heart is his.

He is so trainable I am only limited by my imagination, he loves the challenge and pleasing me. He has more talent than any other horse I have had the fortune to ride, and is a very quick learner. If I can show him the answer he will do it. He makes horses who have been in captivity look silly over and over again. Beating proven show horses in the ring, and doing things better than the old-faithful horses at our barn. It feels like magic to ride a horse who is as in tune to you as you are to him, all the time. A physical and mental bond that is so strong we both feel it even apart.

I cannot take money from my family, as we are stretched this as we can be, to purchase a dream. Our horses always get the best of care however, full dental once a year, wormed every two months, current on vaccines, great feed. If I could have Weston as a member of our family it would be a great honor I would never loose sight of. I would enjoy trail rides with my family and boarders, attend mustang shows, and make it our mission to change people's minds about mustangs forever. MY mind is forever altered because of this magnificent animal. I would be very happy to attend mustang shows and in any way help promote the breed, as the most trainable, loving, talented animals alive.

Please check out our blog to see us and our pictures. Notice all the blogs on EMM site are listed by trainers names, except Weston and Jasime Ison. That is us. I feel so lucky to have had Weston in my life, thank you so much for the time we have had together so far. Thank you for your consideration.

Well was I honest enough. Don't miss our open house this Saturday at 1:00 at our barn. We also have hot chili, Powder Puff Poose wants to share thier next mission, and Professional photographer Jenetta Hodges will be on site. Let me know if you plan on coming-or just come on by. Question 541-563-2098

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Yesterday was a great day fro us. He started out with so much energy he was not sure what to do with himself. I could feel it building. He was like a little kid on valentines day. Whew. He could not hold still. Then in his third halter class he reared all the way up, as high as the lone ranger or trigger ever did, came back down and you could almost see the ahhh. I did correct him firmly as that is such a no no. He was so good in all his classes. When he got behind a solid horse he was happiest. We won 9 blues, four reds, two whites, and two pinks. He won high point, and a helmet bag for english. He moved out so pretty and was very collected through english. Western he has forgotten his slow lope, so we will be going back to work on that next. His jog and walk trot classes were flawless. I could feel it. It felt so consistant.

Today was a day of rest, however we jumped at the chance to load with a ramp into a single horse, Brender up trailer. He walked right in stood quitly, and backed nicly out-twice. I was very happy. With our pocket of Berry-Good treats I asked for the spanish walk, just saying up he took four steps. He is so smart, and very willing to please.

I am overwhelmed by the reponce we are getting. I am so thankful for all of your support. You motivate me to see how far we can go. I am so excited. You acts of love, kindness, and support are so appriciated. I have been very emotional about it all. It is amazing. I was moved to tears when he won his first class yesterday, and stunned as he won a high point, against horses that have years of training. I have had some watery eyes along the way, but wait until expo-I will be a fountain.

Our Open House is Feb 28th-This Sat. at our barn at 1:00. Please pass on to all who might be interested in seeing what a "wild" horse can do. Swaet shirts will be on sale too-35.00, all proceeds go to Mustang Herritage Foundation-to purchase Weston....If I can afford him. Here are the greta pic taken at the show by Jeanetta Hodges.

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