Sometimes I'm very happy to have my blog. Sometimes it feels like yet another thing in my overly busy schedule that i feel guilty when I'm not keeping up with it the way I'd like. I'm always very happy to read everyone else's blogs and be a part of the community, but there are times when it feels like a chore to be keeping up with photos and videos (ha, like I bother with videos) and putting it all into words. But this is the first time I've really been so grateful to have it.
I've ridden Jazz a couple times in the last couple weeks. She's been okay but not great. There was a lot of head tossing, and much bigger than her normal. Her had was basically in my lap half the time.
I started vaguely thinking about it and remembered this time last year when her had tossing was getting out of control.
Just before I really started blogging, around last November/December, Jazz started head tossing more than what I would consider within normal range of naughtiness for her. It occurred to me she hadn't had her teeth seen to in a while, and I asked my trainer (at the time, not my current trainer) if that could be why she was acting this way. I had her checked out the following week, and there were big hooks on her teeth and some lacerations on her cheeks, which were much worse on the side where she had been refusing to turn lately.
I had them floated, and was told she'd need a re-check in six months, since they could only do so much in one day. When she was acting up again, I had her teeth redone in June.
It was so unbelievably nice to just have my blog to look at and be able to say, "Oh right, she got her teeth done six months ago, and the vet said they needed to be done again in six months", and suddenly everything made sense.
And really, that's the biggest point of my blog for me right now. Records. I am notedly terrible at keeping records and dates straight, and worse at taking photos, but my blog gives me a way to work on that while preserving the memories of my time with my excellent red pony (though she sometimes tries to convince me she's forgotten how to be excellent).