The Crud

After four days of suffering from some low level respiratory bug, I seem to be well this morning. Lody will be pleased: she has been trying to tell me that even middle-aged, sedentary Collies need an occasional walk. Every morning I have promised her walkies, and then thought better of the idea while doing barn chores and realizing that Colorado suffers from a serious lack of oxygen. My must-do list of barn chores is quite short, and if I can’t get through them without feeling winded and exhausted, then I figure I must be sick. I don’t respond well to cold medicines, so I am limited to whining a lot and feeling sorry for myself when I get cold symptoms.

Raise Havoc

Raise Havoc

My trainer took this photo a few days ago of Havoc, her 24 year old Thoroughbred. I can still remember how thrilled I was the first time she asked me if I wanted to ride him, twelve years ago. I leased him briefly before I bought Hap, and he is probably the best trained horse I have ever ridden. I still go back to him occasionally as a schoolmaster, because if you can’t get Havoc to do something, it is definitely operator error.