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Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Random Musings: K9 Life, and the Weekend Warrior Horse Owner.

Just some random thoughts to put on a page...

I don't know if anyone else has lived with a Police K9 in their home. I do, and it's very different than having a pet dog.  Not in the stereotypical ways one would expect, like OMG they're VICIOUS, do NOT let them around kids, don't get too close to their handler because you'll be bitten!  Um, no.  Bear is basically a giant puppy that just happens to be solid muscle, have never ending energy and really likes to smell for drugs and track down bad guys.

But what kills me, is he thinks EVERYTHING that even MIGHT look like a ball, is probably his toy.  I just got a pear out of the kitchen to offset my waffles that I drowned in butter and honey for breakfast.  Cue Bear heeling, with eye contact, from the kitchen to the living room, tail wagging, just positive that pear is actually his ball and he's going to be rewarded.  Definitely not, buddy, sorry.

Although his focus on me is higher today because his handler is at a class from 8-4, so Beardog is stuck with me until I go to work at 2.

Sticking with the Beardog theme.....If you're going to transport illicit drugs, putting 28 grams of meth in the pocket on the drivers side door, yeah Bear hit on that like a ton of bricks.  Now you go to jail for that, plus the 10 more grams we found in the car, with Felony-2 charges, and made Bear feel like a rockstar in the process.

Also, second shift life sucks.  I don't get to ride nearly as much as I would like. I'm heading out this morning to buy feed and drop it off and if I'm lucky, groom him before I have to head home, shower, change, go to work.  Thankfully it is my Friday.  That means two days of riding ahead.  I've never been the weekend warrior horse person.  And I loathe becoming one.

Any second shift-ers with horses?

Friday, July 14, 2017

Getting Back to Normal

Finally, Dewey is home! He's spent the last five weeks at training.  I was able to ride him three times in those five weeks, and his gait has gotten smoother.  Now he just needs miles and muscle to learn how to hold it.

I picked him up on Wednesday, and since we had to pass the trail head to get home, I decided to stop and have a quick ride.  It was hot, and muggy at almost 90 degrees.  We parked at the boat ramp at the state park, and I unloaded, then realized I didn't bring a grooming kit.  Thankfully, Only his haunches were really filthy with stable stains, and I brushed a few loose shavings off his back and we saddled up and went.

I can't explain how happy I was to finally have my view framed by those bay ears again.  Dewey was happy and we went along at a nice gait for about half an hour, and a fifteen minute walk at the end.





Poor guy was pretty sweaty when we got back to the trailer, and thankfully we were only a five minute haul from home.  Rinsed him off and got him settled into his stall with a full hay net and water buckets.  Then I went home to nap, midnight's life sucks, y'all.

So yesterday morning I made it to the barn to ride.  The driveway is long, bordered by a cornfield and more visually interesting than the sand ring.

We made it twenty minutes before the skies opened up.  Then we got drenched.  Since the horses were going to have to stay in because of storms, I put Dewey out for the couple hours while I was there.  He happily stood in the rain and ate grass, and I took the time to just sit in a chair and relax and watch.  Being with my horse is my quiet time.

I'm looking forward to much more of that in the coming months and years.  But for now, there's a big ball of fire in the sky that I'm not used to seeing, and I need to go hide from it.











Quiet Time

Finally, Dewey is home! He's spent the last five weeks at training.  I was able to ride him three times in those five weeks, and his gait has gotten smoother.  Now he just needs miles and muscle to learn how to hold it.

I picked him up on Wednesday, and since we had to pass the trail head to get home, I decided to stop and have a quick ride.  It was hot, and muggy at almost 90 degrees.  We parked at the boat ramp at the state park, and I unloaded, then realized I didn't bring a grooming kit.  Thankfully, Only his haunches were really filthy with stable stains, and I brushed a few loose shavings off his back and we saddled up and went.

I can't explain how happy I was to finally have my view framed by those bay ears again.  Dewey was happy and we went along at a nice gait for about half an hour, and a fifteen minute walk at the end.

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Poor guy was pretty sweaty when we got back to the trailer, and thankfully we were only a five minute haul from home.  Rinsed him off and got him settled into his stall with a full hay net and water buckets.  Then I went home to nap, midnight's life sucks, y'all.

So yesterday morning I made it to the barn to ride.  The driveway is long, bordered by a cornfield and more visually interesting than the sand ring.

We made it twenty minutes before the skies opened up.  Then we got drenched.  Since the horses were going to have to stay in because of storms, I put Dewey out for the couple hours while I was there.  He happily stood in the rain and ate grass, and I took the time to just sit in a chair and relax and watch.  Being with my horse is my quiet time.

I'm looking forward to much more of that in the coming months and years.  But for now, there's a big ball of fire in the sky that I'm not used to seeing, and I need to go hide from it.

Thursday, July 6, 2017

Prayers, Please.

If anyone is a prayerful person, or if you could just spare some good thoughts our way, my brother officer could use them tonight.  He was care-flighted with a head injury, and in is currently in ICU, with a cautiously optimistic prognosis.



I can't wait to see my friend back on the road and  being his usual goofy, hard working, self.  It was a fluke event with devastating results.  Prayers, and good thoughts appreciated.

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Drugs are Bad. Ponies are Good.

Drugs are bad, folks.

RIP cruiser #505.  
 My partner and I were responding to a call Friday night, and while enroute, traveling southbound, I stopped at a red light.  When the light turned green I proceeded into the intersection.  I saw a pair of headlights traveling towards us, and as I realized that those lights belonged to a vehicle driving at a high rate of speed, I engaged my brakes.  The other vehicle that was traveling eastbound stuck our cruiser and then we hit a second vehicle that had been to our left.

The airbags deployed, and when our vehicle came to rest, I vaguely heard my partner advising on the radio that we'd been involved in an accident and saw him exit the car.  I tried my door.  It didn't open.  I tried it again, and kicked it with my foot.  It finally opened with just enough room for me to wedge my body out between our car and the truck we were pushed into.

I asked the driver of the truck if she was okay, and she said she was fine and only shaken up.  I joined my partner at the vehicle that had struck us.  We pried the driver's door open and found the driver to be limp over the steering wheel.  Medics responded, and the driver appeared to be under the influence of drugs.  We later found that the driver at fault had admitted to the Trooper investigating the accident that he had done heroin, and had actually been fleeing the call we were responding to.

Pretty Dewey boy.
DOther than the cruiser being totaled, we're fine.  Sarge completed his investigation, and agreed I wasn't at fault, meaning no disciplinary action will be taken against me, which is good, because if I had been at fault, there's a possibility I could have lost my job due to still being in my probationary year.

What a mess.

After work, all I wanted to do was hug my pony.  Unfortunately, he's at the trainer.  So I hugged my pup.  I had to work Saturday night, and was finally able to go see Dewey on Sunday afternoon.  He was turned out in the round pen, and seemed happy to see me as I brought him inside and brushed him.  He still doesn't love me reaching my hands towards his head, but he was very receptive to me being near and talking to him.

The trainer showed up, said he really liked Dewey, that he's smart and learns pretty quickly.  I watched him tack up, and Dewey didn't fight being bridled, stood stock still to be saddled and girthed.  I took a short lesson, and his rack is really coming along.  We are thinking about maybe leaving him there an extra two weeks past his original thirty day stint.  I can't wait for him to come home though!

He's smooth, and really starting to relax into the rack.

I have an addiction, and it's my animals.  My dog and my horse.  Drugs are bad, folks.  Although horses may be just as financially draining.