Well Tuesday Woody, per usual, demonstrated how amazing he is.
Tuesday it was a year to the day that I lost Ozzy. I hate the first year anniversary of any tragedy. You just want the day to be OVER. I managed to keep it together pretty well even though I tortured myself by looking at pictures, videos, and reading condolence e-mails and cards I received. Part of me knows WHY I do that stuff, but in hindsight it just seems so masochistic.
Anyway, I had been debating about whether or not I wanted to go out to the barn after work or just go home pour myself into a bottle of Woodford and assume the fetal position.
I, adaptively, chose the former. Yay Me!
Anyway, I left work early. I had been SUPER productive all week up until about 1:00 and realized that I could stare into space at the barn just as easily as I could here at work, so I said “See Ya, I’m off for some therapy.”
I got to the barn and Woody nickered at me and came walking across the field. I swear that horse is people. He’s nerdy people, but he’s people.
I tacked him up and Liza was in the barn working her new horse and she had set up some jumps. There was a x-rail with placing poles on both sides and a two stride triple. If I had known there would be jumps I would have used my jumping saddle.
Anyhoo, Woody and I worked on the flat and he was a super star. Still a little less bendy to the left*, but loose and over his back and forward.
*side note. Only I, with my extreme crookedness, can make a race horse LESS efficient going to the left.
Anyway, Liza had a ship-in lesson. When she started her over fences I was just about done, but Liza said “Lisa, you and Woody could benefit from these exercises, go ahead and jump in.”
I was all “But I’m in my dressage saddle”
Liza was all “Woody’s Majikal, jack up your stirrups and bring it.”
So I did, and so did Woody.
I smiled and Woody was fantastic. I don’t have the attention span to go through the exercise right now, but it was a lot to take in and Woody, while unsure and wiggly, never even CONSIDERED doing anything but taking it on. He’s an amazing little freaky four year old.
After the lesson, I was hand grazing Woods in the sun and Liza came out to talk to me while I was chilling. I was about to ask her what I owed her and she said “That was my donation to the ‘Make Lisa Smile on a Very Weepy Day’ foundation.” She’s a good egg.
After Woody cooled out I put him in his stall and went to make him some warm beet pulp with yummy sweet feed, apples, carrots, treats and a little molasses. I then realized that the LAST thing I did with Ozzy after our trail ride was to make him a bran mash with apples, peppermints, carrots, and molasses. I carried it out to him in his field, called him a *insert expletive here* for running over top of me to get it, put it on the ground, hugged him, told him I loved him and went home. He was gone 2 hours later.
Woody didn’t run me over to get his mash. He nuzzled me and let me hug on him and rub his ears. I hugged him and told him I loved him and went home.
For a bad day, it was pretty good. And Allie, if you think I wasn’t thanking you all afternoon you’d be wrong.
So, I wouldn’t quite say full circle. I’m not exactly where I was a year ago, but I am in a good place. A different place, and not one that I had planned, but i embrace it (and Woody), and accept all the good stuff it has to offer.
Viva La Ozzy.
March 19th, 1999 – November 25th, 2007
Oh, and here are some more pics from VHT that my friend’s husband took:
Woody says “I’ll jump over it, but HELL if I’m getting close to those pansies. They look perilous!”