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Jughead (Show name Ugly Duckling)So, yes I had seen Jugs before and I had been left with one impression; I didn't like him. He would jig around our grounds, high headed and bug eyed, spooking at everything that didn't look like food. He jumped fairly well, when he made it to the jump, but the rest was just plain terrible. He reared, he spun, he refused to move forward, he backed up in defiance, he swerved off the rail.......the list went on......."Glad that horse isn't my horse" I thought. Jenny had Jughead for several years. She showed him a bit with mediocre results. Over the years, Jughead had developed personality "quirks" that made him difficult to ride at best, dangerous at worse. Jenny and I share mutual friends and I had heard plenty of Jughead's antics. Again, I thought, "Glad that horse isn't my horse." Part of the problem was certainly Jenny's presence predicament. Jenny had had a life threatening illness and her riding had become sporadic at best. Training horses between doctor appointments and school, had caused Jenny to be inconsistent and inconsistency is rarely good with young horses. Then, one day in late fall I got the call. "Hi Amy, it's Jenny. I was wondering if you wanted Jughead.""Uhhhhhh, why?" "He just isn't working out. Some days he goes fine, others he's a complete monster, rearing, spinning, halting, running backwards. Al (husband) doesn't want me riding him with no one around." " I don't know, Jenny. First, I don't have any money." "Oh no. I would give him to you. I just want him to have a good home if I can find one. I still love him so, but if you say no, he's going straight to the horse auction." What could I say? Jenny was a friend. I agreed to watch him go if she would bring him down. Truth be said, I had never really taken much of a look at Jugs. I had seen him from a distance, thought, "ew" and that had been that. Chris and I took a long look at the chestnut standing in front of us. Really, he was kind of ugly. He had a huge head. He was slightly ewe necked and had a big, pot belly that seemed to belong firmly on his 16.0 hand body. He was well bred with old Trakhener lines, though I could have cared less. His shoulder angle was straighter than I would have liked, and he was almost a bit pig eyed (which ole time horse man would have equated with spooking). "Let's
see him move" Chris suggested. Jenny trotted him in hand across the
indoor. He wasn't bad. He carried his head too high and he seemed to
look at everything, but he was straight from the front and straight
from the back. "Go ahead and tack him up." It was apparent just seconds into Jenny's ride that their were some problems. Jenny mounted just fine. She had tacked Jughead in typical eventing tack for dressage. Dressage saddle, snaffle bit with dropped nose band, spurs. She walked Jughead from the mounting block and immediately started playing with her hands and asking Jugs to frame up. He complied and stepped forward in his dressage frame. He walked halfway across the arena. Jenny asked for a trot. Jughead trotted three steps and hit the brakes. Jenny legged him up. Jughead backed up, half reared and spun on his haunches. Jenny pursued for several more minutes. "Do you mind if we try a few things?" I asked. Jenny shook her head. I went to the barn, and returned with plain snaffle bridle, and regular saddle that looked like a better fit. I pulled the spurs off of Jenny and I instructed Jenny to ride Jughead on the buckle. She complied. The difference was amazing. Given his head, Jughead looked around left and right, like he had never realized where he was. With in 10 minutes Jughead was trotting happily around the arena. "We'll take him." That
was how Jughead came to live at Cedar Lodge. His
first couple years were sketchy. Jugs definitely had some problems with
his training that had to be straightened out. He was very inconsistent
and when he decided there were monsters in a corner, there was nothing
you were going to say to convince him otherwise. There was a bad
mystery lameness, that laid him up for several months, then a strange
lump on his head that seemed to move around for a couple months, then
just as we were gearing up to take Jughead to his first group of horse
shows, he came up with a large, gaping gash on the back of his right
hind pastern. 3 months of aggressive doctoring him, Jughead was
still infected, and lame. A conference with our veterinarian
didn't look good. The infection had gone deep into Jugheads foot and
was threatening the bone. "I don't think he is going to ever be sound.
" Dr.
Brandt told us. "You might be better off to put him down." Chris and I
talked and decided to give this crazy horse one more chance. We decided
on that June, to send Jughead over to good neighbor Karen's house for
the summer, step medicating, stop looking at it, and let nature take
it's course. We agreed that if Jughead came back in the fall the same
or worse, we would have him put down. Over at Karen's no one would be
medicating Jughead, but
more importantly, he would be on no dirt, just grass and have nothing
to aggravate his infection. Up to Karen's house Jugead went, and
besides making sure that he was occasionally alive, we didn't really
look at Jugs until October. When we did, you can imagine our amazement
when we realized that Jug's wound had made a complete recovery. We
brought him home and had a month of work on him before winter hit. The future looks bright for Jughead. With his wining personality and his laid back attitude, Jugs is a favorite with all that ride him. And taken to a vote I think all would agree that he has made up for lost time. I predict that he will be here for years to come. |
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