Thursday, May 23, 2019

Horses are such a waste of money!

It's been a while since I posted, sorry!  I keep meaning to get better at that.  But you know - life.  But something worth saying has brought me out of my self imposed, blogging semi - retirement.  It would have to be something worth talking about, right?  Well, it is worth it to me I guess and since this is my blog, that's all that matters.

Any horse person who has been a horse person for any length of time has had someone tell them that horses are a waste of money.  Before we all gasp with the audacity of someone, let me remind you that we all know that some people really struggle to keep their unwanted opinions to themselves.  It is just human nature for them to say everything that comes to their mind, whether it is kind and helpful or not.  So let's get past the outright rudeness of the statement and hear my response to this lovely comment.

I didn't always have a good response to this.  I had an ex who did everything in his power to make me feel guilty for loving and having horses.  I was told I was selfish.  I was given the guilt trip, "just think what we could have and do as a family if you didn't have horses."  Looking back I feel like it was just one more of those times where he pushed to see how much I would give up, how miserable I would make myself just to keep him happy.  He found out, that he was pushing against a fairly immovable wall when it came to horses.

When Tim and I were dating, I made it clear that I had horses.  And that I would continue to have horses.  And that I wasn't giving up my horses for any man.  And that, I was indeed, a crazy horse lady.  He learned, and maybe was explicitly told, that it was a no compromise zone for me.  I work two jobs, one almost entirely to support my horse hobby (I say hobby - you say obsession or addiction, toe-may-toe, toe-mah-toe, blah blah blah.)  I'm not giving them up until I am ready to give them up.  Tim, bless his ever patient and loving heart, has only ever been super supportive of my love of horses.  I'm so thankful for him.  But others, still feed the need to comment on how horses are a waste of money.  The other day, I realized something and feel like I am ready to respond to anyone who feels the need to tell me that "horses are a waste of money".

Picture this, you're sitting with a group of people and someone tells you, "your horses are a waste of money".  Normally you would try to argue this point by saying that you have bought horses for a certain amount of money and then sold them for more a year or years later.  You might try to argue that you have raised a foal out of your horse and sold it for money.   But any horse person can attest, especially with the rising cost of hay and grain, that this argument is weak and generally, invalid.  By the time you feed them, provide shelter, vaccinations, farrier care, vet emergencies, and general health care - you are way past any income you may get from a future horse sale.  And that's not even figuring in the cost of all the shows or other horse related events you may attend or the tack to ride/enjoy the horse. So stop trying to justify owning horses by discussing how they can make you money.  Because for 99.9% of us, that just isn't true.

What is a valid argument is this - horses are a hobby that I love.  Almost everyone has a hobby that they love.  For some magically lucky people, they have managed to turn their hobby into something that can make them money, think of a woodworker, metal crafter, quilter, that sort of hobbiest.  For most of the rest of us, our hobbies are just that, a hobby.  The very definition of hobby is "an activity done regularly in leisure time for pleasure".  It doesn't say anything about "to make money".  So let's go back to our hypothetical situation....

Instead of arguing that they are going to make you money, be honest!  Respond that you are well aware that horses are an expensive hobby that requires a significant influx of money to support every day, week or month.  Acknowledge that they are correct.  Then let's look at their hobby....
"You're right, Johhny Judger, horses are expensive and a "waste" of money.  But then, most hobbies tend to be just that.  Let's look at your camper, seems to me that's a giant waste of money too?"  This is where they will try to justify their hobby - it is fun to watch the tables turn.  They will probably start with, "camping is where we spend time together as a family".  This is a good one because it is absolutely one of the reasons that we have horses and show together as a family. I love when people make my point for me.  They usually follow this with that they can always sell their truck, motorhome, camper down the road.  This is where I remind them that I can typically do the same with my horses and while most vehicles depreciate rather rapidly, by working with our horses we can usually increase their value.  Then they remind me that horses need daily upkeep, chores, care.  And I remind them that so does their dog, cat, hedgehog, etc...  in fact, horses on pasture typically need less daily upkeep than even the family dog.  As a last ditch they usually try to tell me that "yeah, but everything you buy for horses is so expensive too".  Respond by asking them when the last time they walked in a Cabellas or RV store was. 

Truthfully, this argument can go on endlessly and the truth is the argument is this - who wins in a "your hobby is more expensive" argument?  Nobody.  I will never understand (and I did it for years) the point in leaving my well equipped, everything where I want it, hot running water and fully functioning heat and air conditioned house for a tiny little replica out in the middle of nowhere.  I will never understand choosing to spend time in the bugs and more bugs and did I mention bugs; smelling like smoke and BO and bug spray all while everything is always damp and damper if it is raining.  But it isn't my hobby.  I don't understand going out on the lake or river with only a tiny piece of fiberglass between me and certain death.  I don't understand killing one tiny, squirmy, disgusting little creature by tricking another larger, slimy, disgusting creature into trying to eat it - only to throw the larger creature back into the water after catching it.  But it isn't my hobby.  I do not understand strapping a couple pieces of wood or fiberglass or whatever skis are to my feet and then shoving off from the top of a steep hill, tempting death and trying to make it to the bottom with all your joints still attached to the things they were originally attached to. But it isn't my hobby.  I do not understand sitting in a tree with a loaded weapon in -10 windchills, smelling like deer pee and waiting for even one wild animal to cross close enough for you to blow its life away.  But it isn't my hobby.

I'm sure for every person who doesn't see the joy in camping or fishing or skiing or hunting, there are equal or greater number of people who don't see the joy in trail riding or horse showing.  Our hobbies are ours and ours alone.  There is no reason to judge someone for what makes them happy.  I can give you a thousand reasons why my horses are not a waste of money to me, but really all you need to know is that my reasons are mine and mine alone.  I don't have to justify them to you.  My happiness is my responsibility and one I am more than willing to accept. 

Thursday, May 9, 2019

Horse Show Update: #2 - 2019

Well, it hardly seems possible that the seven weeks between shows flew by so quickly and we already have our second MEC show under our belts.  Even more unbelievable was that China was able to come with us this time.  At the time we were at the last MEC show, China was still not eating and we were not sure she was even going to be around by the time April 26th rolled around.  I never would have believed she would have gained enough weight for me to even consider showing her.  Did she look great?  Not even a little bit - I'd like to see at least 50, but preferably 100 more pounds on her yet.  Did she feel great?  Judging by her obnoxious behavior, I'm going to go with yes.  You may all remember my vow never to call her a cow again, but boy did she make that difficult this weekend.  Having a couple months off and getting 10 lbs of grain a day (and all the alfalfa she can eat) makes for a sassy, skittery big pony.  She's going to be getting a lot of desensitizing over the next month and we are going to be hitting some open shows so she can see lots and lots of commotion.  Any volunteers to come ride at our place and cut us off, run up on our butt and have angry tails swishing in our faces?  All those things were cause for alarm this past weekend.  One friend described it as her being claustrophobic.  Pretty good description.  However, her claustrophobia made Melissa arenadartphobic.

All in all it was a great weekend though.  China and I qualified for Champ Show in two classes this weekend, one being the first day for showmanship (check off one of my goals for this summer) and two being English pleasure the second day.  Yay for China and I.  There were a lot of things that went well so I'm going to focus on those.  We got our leads in our patterns!  We had one counter canter that we picked up and were doing great with, but then she switched on me. Not wanting to blow her little new to loping brain, I didn't pick a fight over it and just let her be.  That same pattern we also had a hand gallop down to a trot and she did amazing.  So proud of her.  She was a rockstar for the extended trot part of the showmanship pattern the first day.  I had no idea how that was going to go.  I asked Libby what I should do about it. 
Me, "Libby - extended trot?!  How am I going to do that?
Libby, "Does she even know how to extend in hand?"
Me, "Well, we did that hunter in hand class last summer."
Libby, "Well, do that then."
Me, "Run like hell and hope she comes with?"
Libby, "Yeah, that."
Me, "Gotcha."
China didn't disappoint and booked it right along with me and slowed back down when asked too.  Win!  We had our shining moments and I'm trying to remind myself it can only get better from here.  It's not like we haven't had our troubles getting here.  We even still had her "teletubby" windows.  She hadn't shed out yet a couple weeks ago and the places where they had clipped her for all of her tests were still highly visible.  I can't even pretend that I was able to blend them in with the clippers.  It flat out looks hilarious.  But what's a girl to do?  Like I said - it's a miracle she was even there.

Sophie and Mercy also had a great show.  It was their first time trying English.  Sophie was a little too nervous the first show to put that postage stamp, nothing to hang out to, English saddle on.  After practicing at home, they gave it a go at the show.  Mercy was so good that we actually had to make a purchase at the tack shop for the second day - spur straps.  She was too quiet and dead headed!  Not the problem we thought we would be having for English.  Super proud of that duo as they also rocked showmanship, taking home a second place one day (still hate showmanship, Sophie?) and overall had an amazing weekend.  Next show they are adding bareback - no excuses! 

Lastly, Cutie and I had our last walk/trot show together.  It made for a crazy weekend having a lope horse for my age group and a walk/trot horse too, but totally worth it.  Cutie found herself an amazing home clear across the country in sunny Alabama.  We had one last show together and she made it so hard as she gave me her best class after class.  I was okay on Saturday, but on Sunday as I realized that we were having our last English ride or our last western ride the day got longer and the reality that Cutie was once and for all and for real going to be "riding" out of of our lives set in.  She had been sold before, but down the road never seems very real until "down the road" is more than an hour away.  There were tears or fighting back tears more time than I can count. Cutie was everything I needed when China was acting like a nut.  She was safe and fun and well, Cutie like.  We had a lot of great rides and placed in big old classes as the only pony in the class.  I'm going to miss looking at everyone's boots as I go by.  Especially in that English class with the 17 hand hunt horses.  HA! 

Well - I had better get this show update posted as a couple weeks have gone by now!  (And China is officially shed out now - no more tellytubby windows!)