Autumn Photos of Pretty Redheads (And the Occasional Grey)

Just another series of random pictures of Emilie and friends. It’s been a hectic fall for us, selling one house and buying another, but never too busy to pack that camera.

Cassie and Emilie enjoying a rare sunny afternoon in an autumn that's otherwise been wet and icky.
Cassie and Emilie enjoying a rare sunny afternoon in an autumn that’s otherwise been wet and icky.
Pretty blonde girl is pretty.
Pretty blonde girl is pretty.
Light weight rider Cecilie tested Emilie's gait, but she's not quite done being lame yet. Here's to hoping chiropracty and acupuncture will do their jobs.
Light weight rider Cecilie tested Emilie’s gait, but she’s not quite done being lame yet. Here’s to hoping chiropracty and acupuncture will do their jobs.

 

Photograph Madness!

Every horse person knows that person who takes great pictures. In this case, Louise Jäger took her fancy camera out for a spin, and these are the best picks of the crop!

 

Emilie does what she does best: Look pretty.
Emilie does what she does best: Look pretty.
Don't let them tell you that heavy draft horses cannot run. Emilie loves to run.
Don’t let them tell you that heavy draft horses cannot run. Emilie loves to run.
She's not run me down yet. Yet.
She’s not run me down yet. Yet.
So pretty with her ribbon.
So pretty with her ribbon.
I admit it, I am in love with this gentle giant princess.
I admit it, I am in love with this gentle giant princess.
Can you blame me, though?
Can you blame me, though?
Little horse, little rider. Maya and Cassie pose for the camera.
Little horse, little rider. Maya and Cassie pose for the camera.
Lucia's pose may need some work though.
Lucia’s pose may need some work though.
This time of year is the very best for girls and horses that like speed.
This time of year is the very best for girls and horses that like speed.
Speed, and fooling around.
Speed, and fooling around.
Adventure time!
Adventure time!
Yeeeeeeehaw!
Yeeeeeeehaw!

All pictures copyright 2017 Louise Jäger.

For a couple of other Louise shoots, check these links:

Photoshoot: Grandezza & Pilar

Pretty in Pink

All Tests Aced!

Two days ago Emilie finally aced her vet checkup. As of today, she is officially insured (thank all the powers that be!). Today marked the end of her long recovery period after surgery, and we got ready for a saddle and rider test!

Half horse, half fish.

Today was a really hot day. It was also Emilie’s third time being bathed, and as it turns out, she loves, loves, loves it. Sure, the hose can be cold but being scrubbed down with water and a brush? Getting rid of all the dust, sweat, and lingering winter fur? Priceless. She even forgets her hay just to express her delight with this treatment.

Being turned out to dry is NOT overrated.
Romance blossoms.

While Emilie dried off from her bath I sat and watched albino Connemara pony Charming and grey Welsh Mountain pony Cassie. They’ve been sharing a paddock for a few days now. They seem to be hitting it off well — to put it mildly.

And then, finally, time to start the test. We saddled her, looking carefully for indications of soreness or pain from the surgery scar. Nothing. Then Cecilie lounged her for ten minutes at a walking pace. No soreness, no complaints except of boredom. Walking on a lounge is dull.

Bo. Ring.

Cecilie lead Emilie to the mounting block and carefully plopped herself into the saddle. Not a single ear was batted. Emilie is very clearly not dealing with any residue pain or soreness from her surgery.

Not a single ear.

The husband strolled along with the ten minutes’ ride, to make sure Emilie stayed calm and relaxed. He didn’t need to. Emilie confidently told us that she was happy to be doing something more challenging than eating hay, but she also got tired very quickly. That’s as it should be. We’re only allowed to ride her at a walk for 20 minutes at a time at this point.

Not the wildest rodeo in town.

Afterwards, we took the saddle off and let Emilie have the arena and its sand to herself for a bit.

Job well done. We are cool.

So here’s a recap: Vet check aced, farrier aced, insurance in place, and now ready to start getting back in shape after surgery. I have one tough and cool little red horse.

Yep. Emilie’s still the world’s best dog.

Pictures!

I’m not addicted to taking pictures of random people of four and two legs. I can stop anytime I want.

Mille and Mikro — sister and mum of the Murderkittenz — play fighting in the sand outside the stable. Never too old to goof around!
Cassie and Maja doing what Cassie does best: Stuff her face in the warm sun of the weekend.
Don’t say our horses don’t get desensitivity training! Emilie honestly looked less than thrilled about the barn owner’s band practising Nutbush City Limits while she ate. She prefers their Highway to Hell cover.
And today, Emilie finally got her feet trimmed! I was very impressed with the farrier — I honestly did not think we’d manage to get her hind hooves done yet. Yay!

Whoop de Doo!

Emilie’s long isolation is finally over. Today, she got to run around with Welsh Mountain pony Cassie and Shetland pony Prins in the outdoors arena. Do you think she enjoyed it? I think she enjoyed it. She started it, but Cassie finished it.

Videos by Caroline Frandsen at Ridecare.

 

Who’s a good dog?

Photo copyright Louise Jäger.

First Day of Freedom

I braided Emilie’s mane and forelock yesterday. She loves being braided. Or rather, she loves the attention.

Finally! After first four weeks of complete box rest, and then four weeks of teeny tiny paddock alone, Emilie got introduced to space enough to run, and to the company of another horse today. Her life quality just improved 400%.

Welsh Mountain pony Cassie and Emilie are box neighbours but that doesn’t mean they’re friends. Yet.

Things went pretty smooth on the whole. Emilie took one big bouncy gallop and otherwise kept quite relaxed.

Come no closer. This grass is mine.

Emilie really wants to be Cassie’s friend but Cassie thinks that Emilie needs to wine and dine her first.

Stop following me everywhere! Wait, don’t walk too far away!

We’re allowed to start Emilie very quietly on light work now too. She is not to carry a rider yet and we’re not supposed to ask her to trot or gallop (though she can if she wants to). So we have started on agility and clicker training to keep her little head busy.

Will work for food.

And to finish off a nice day, grooming in the sun with hay.

And this is what a triple braided forelock looks like the day after. The 1980s called, they want Tina Turner back.

Soon! Freedom! Soon!

Emilie is still not allowed more action than a short walk for grass in the sun. She enjoys those a lot and she’s become quite apt at communicating where she wants to go. It’s not unusual for her to trot along at a walking pace because why walk if you can trot? As long as she doesn’t pull, I remain unbothered.

On Sunday it’s been two months since her surgery and her long isolation from other horses comes to an end. We plan to give her an hour or two with shetland pony Prins for the first couple of days, and then put her out properly with maybe him and Welsh Mountain Cassie. Both are quite relaxed, which is required: It’s another month before Emilie is supposed to run around and play much.

I can’t imagine how much her life quality will improve when she gets a bit more space and gets to talk to someone of her own species at last. I still feel utterly guilty about what we’ve had to put that poor horse through, and so incredibly grateful at how patient she’s been.

Karoline amused herself with giving Emilie the complete braid-over a couple of days ago.

I took the braids out today. Now that’s one curly-haired blond lady!

There’s a lot of talk lately about the equine pain face and how to recognise it. Well, this is the equine face of I have sunshine on my ass and I love being groomed.

Emilie Has Landed!

Whassat?

Virkelystens Emilie, cordially known as Mille, took the two and a half hour drive from Skive to Taulov in stride. She walked right up into the trailer without a concern, and only hopped around a bit in there when we were braking to come to a halt. She wasn’t thrilled about driving — never met a horse that was — but eh, if that’s what we wanted, then that’s what we got.

Snuffle, snuffle.

We tossed her into the outdoors arena when unloaded but she didn’t really have a lot of stress to let out. She strolled around a little investigating things, found a bit of leftover hay from when we used the arena as Pilar’s sick pen, and… that was pretty much it.

I’ma pretty blonde. And I have hay.

Once we were certain she was taking everything in stride we moved her into Pilar’s box which is now going to be hers.

Ooh. There’s hay in here.

We also introduced her to her new neighbour, Cassie, the Welsh Mountain pony that was Pilar’s best friend. They seemed to get along fine.

Hi!