Enter Addy
My Hunt Horse!!!!!!!
Addy is finally home.
I’ve kept very quiet about Addy.
She’s been camouflaged and ensconced at Mary Constance’s for weeks until I was able to complete all of her necessary botulism vaccination boosters.
Just like the same routine I had to complete for Claire, Chantilly, and Poppy.
Same as every other horse on this property now. The three shot series with a month in between each shot to protect them against Botulism Type #B.
The more I research botulism poisoning in horses, the more I realize just how uniquely bizarre our horse catastrophe was last April……………….sigh…
But Addy arrived home about a week ago. I’m planning on trail riding her a couple times (maybe once) before Hunting with her.
Addy is massive.
Actually she’s “Renaissance Lady Adair”.
But, I’ll just call her Addy.
She’s a hugely/ginormously tall registered black Clydesdale.
She rides.
She drives (double & single).
And she’s had babies. That’s just perfect in my book.
I’ll have to put a measuring stick on her……………….she was sold as 18 hands, but she is taller than Claire (who I know is 18 hands).
(For those of you who don’t know, a hand is four inches———so four multiplied by eighteen is seventy-two inches (at a minimum) at her withers (withers are the bones at the backbone directly above the front legs-ish).
I’ll be climbing up an extra couple of rungs on my stepladder that doubles as my mounting block———Addy’s back is high altitude———nose-bleed level.
Why do I always gravitate to ultra-tall horses?
I don’t know.
But I do like big.
When saddled, her stirrup is at eye-level…
Tall or short it really doesn’t matter…………………if I have to pee & get off any horse while out riding———I’ll never be able to get back on any one of them……………..short or tall.
What does it matter if they are mega-tall?………………………well, I guess it does, especially when I take a gravity-assisted header out of the saddle…
…………….but you see, I don’t plan on that happening…………….I also never plan on having to pee when I ride either……..
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