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Hi. I’m Maery, a writer in the Twin Cities. Although I no longer have the body for extreme adventures, I love to bicycle, go horse trail riding and take hikes with my dogs.  

One thing you should know before you join me on my quest -- I don’t have a map. And I’ve been known to wander off course and stop to listen to birds and look for agates. I also have a few issues with fear and anxiety. In other words, I’m not a good role model or adventure guide. But in this time of uncertainty and polarization, I'm not sure anyone has a reliable map. We'll just figure it out as we go.

Today I attended a winter seminar that the local veterinary office puts on every year to cover various horse topics. This year the seminar was on Infectious Diseases and Vaccine Protocol and Geriatric Horse Care, followed by a demonstration of how to desensitize your horse, given by the Police Mounted Patrol. 

The presentation on diseases and vaccines included videos of horses with Tetanus, West Nile, EPM, and Strangles. You could tell the presenter was really excited about getting these videos from the University and being able to show them to us. They did add a graphic image that could help if I ever saw these symptoms in my own horses, but for the most part, the attending horse owners moaned at the site of these suffering animals and prayed they would never see such a thing in real life.

The presentation on caring for geriatric horses got me thinking about aspects of my own horse care. Although my horses are still what I consider fairly young (9 and 13), it still made me think that maybe I should reevaluate the type of feed I’m giving them, my deworming program, and that I might want to consider some joint supplements for Murphy, my 13-year-old. I’m also going to look into getting some mesh leg wraps for the summer to try and keep the flies off their legs. The stomping to get the bugs off can cause unnecessary wear on their legs and feet. 

Murphy has a few issues with gnats getting in his ears. The resulting head shaking might explain his scrambled brain.

I tried to take photos of the mounted patrol demonstration but the overhead lighting in the riding arena caused glare and blurring. The photos below are the best I could do. 

Most the horses were a Percheron mix, but there was also a Paint, Quarter Horse, and a Friesan mix

During the Republican Convention, the horses in the mounted patrol were geared up with their own riot gear, including eye and face shields. The horse at the far right in the photo is wearing this shield. They also wear special shoes with metal pads to protect their feet from sharp, metal jacks that rioters may throw on the ground to try to stop the horses.

I wish I would have gotten a photo of the demonstration on how the mounted patrol teaches the police horses to push back a crowd. The demonstrator pushed the horse and hit it’s neck and chest with a nerf noodle. The horses are taught to listen to the rider and not the person on the ground. In general, people will move away from a 1000 pound animal. Of course, that’s probably not a desensitizing technique you want to teach your own horse or they’ll be pushing you back every time you approach with a halter.  

The police had those horses walking over pop cans and through hula hoops. Not just any hula hoops, but the ones that sound like they have beads or sand inside them. The hoops jumped up when the horses hit the edges of them, which I know would definitely have started my horse Luke pushing some crowds aside. 

All I really want is for Luke and Murphy not to freak out when the wind rustles the leaves. Or when a turkey crosses their path. Anyone have any turkey desensitizing techniques for horses? 


I guess I really shouldn’t call myself an ex-dressage rider. I continue to use the same principles in my riding, I just now ride in a western saddle most of the time. 

I do get out my dressage saddle once and awhile. It’s much lighter and easier to throw on when I don’t have very much time to work with my boys.

I used to own an Oldenburg named Finian. He was beautiful and I loved riding him. I bought him as a three year old and he was not an easy horse to train and ride, but we had come a long way in the five years that I owned him, thanks to my trainer Julie.

Then I moved to my own place and tried to make a backyard horse out of Finian. It worked pretty well while the weather was nice. But then winter weather moved in. Finian is a horse that needs to be worked hard and frequently, which I couldn’t do without an indoor arena.

I tried to ride him in November after he hadn’t been ridden for awhile. I should have known better. Finian took off while I was getting on him and I broke my collar bone and wrist when I hit the frozen ground.


Check out the purple cast…

I reluctantly sold Finian and now have two horses more suited to standing around most of the winter, only to be ready to go again in the Spring after a brief lunging session. Neither of them will ever be dressage horses, but they can still do the leg yields, turns on the haunches, shoulder ins and such — all with a western saddle on.

Families are an interesting thing. And I have two of them: my adoptive family and my biological family. Unfortunately, both my families have gotten smaller. 

My adoptive Dad died 25 years ago. My adoptive brother died 13 years ago. And my adoptive Mom died about 17 months ago. And now my biological Dad died on November 28, 2008 from cancer.

I actually met my Dad on Thanksgiving in 1998. Ten years was not enough time, not that any amount of time would have fit the bill. But he lived about 1700 miles away from me so the visits were too short and infrequent. 

My Dad wasn’t the only member of my birth family I met at that time. I also met my birth Mom, three sisters, two brothers, and a number of nephews and nieces.

The most fascinating thing about meeting my birth family was that the love of horses and animals appears to be genetic. Who would of known? So many things about me finally made sense.

My Dad and Me on Jacki (2004)

The death of a parent is a difficult thing to go through, but I’ve found it especially complex with the loss of my birth Dad. Probably something to do with losing a part of myself so recently found. That mixed in with the adoption, rejection, abandonment issues I tote around with me. It’s something I’m sure I’ll be working through for quite some time to come.

My Dad and Me (2006)
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