The Sound of Inevitability

"You hear that Mr. Anderson? That is the sound of inevitability.

It is the sound of your death. Goodbye, Mr. Anderson."

— Agent Smith to Neo, from the 1999 movie, The Matrix

The time has come to bid you all adios on this platform. Barn Door Tagz has more than served its original purpose and run its course. 

I'll be posting pictures and updates from time to time on Facebook, and I hope you'll keep up with us there. The adventures will continue.

Thank you all, especially those of you who have been with us from the beginning.

Look Who's Turning 2

 O Stop Looking

IPSHR Stonewall Sport Horse

Barn name Daltrey (nee Streaker)

Sugarbush Harley's Classic O x Quagga's Ardent Sun (ApHC)

Born March 9, 2010

 April 2, 2010

 July 11, 2010

I think this might have been the point where I was a goner.

 Definitely a goner.

 In Mr. Fry's garage

 The day he jumped in the trailer when I was loading Jaz.

If you're going, I'm going.

 Rolled oats, grated apples and carrots, corn oil & molasses

baked at 350 until set. The gaps around the edges are

from people sampling – pretty tasty!

 Party hats

 Great excuse to eat pizza, drink beer and wear silly hats.

Nita, Heather, Rachel, Shere

Mmmm cake

Happy birthday, sweet boy.

Spring Break 2012

The weather is glorious. We are grateful for enough rain to bring the Boyz home, at least for a week or so. Heather and Jae brought them Friday afternoon (March 2). Much beer and a little pizza celebrated the occasion. Needless to say, the Boyz have barely raised their heads, and have been sleepy ponies with green lips. Daltrey also gets a whole scoop of feed, Jaz gets 1/2 scoop twice a day. They eat it, but very slowly because they are so stuffed with grass.

Daltrey has a snotty nose and is coughing, but it doesn't seem to be bothering him. I've got the stethoscope and the thermometer at hand in case he takes a turn.

I so love their personalities when they're here. Both are super sweet and affectionate. I walk weekdays from 5-5:30 AM up and down the (300 ft.) driveway. I look forward to having company.

Combination spa and patience lessons Sunday morning.

You can see how windy it is by Jaz's tail.

 My beautiful, beautiful boy gets sweeter by the day.

My darling Jazu.

I can't even tell you how precious he is.

The very light that is so pleasant for us to be in

makes for lousy photos.

I decided to try the vintage western saddle on Jaz for our ride down the road. Oh. My. Gosh. Fits him beautifully. Fits my bum like it was made for me. It's a tad smaller in the seat than my barrel saddle. It would be perfect except the fenders/stirrup leathers still haven't been conditioned into submission. I'll be attacking those more earnestly. I'll also look for new stirrups to replace the metal ones.

Jaz and I had a great ride. We had a few surprises – new dogs, several people on those zero-radius spinning mower thingies, a flapping piece of plastic contractor tape – but we did okay. I sat out a spook that might have unseated me at one time. And I sure wish people would have the common sense and/or common courtesy to slow down instead of blowing past us like they do. I still don't get why other people don't get it.

I'm hoping the grass holds out until next weekend. I'm so enjoying having my horses at home.

I hope you all had as fantastic a weekend as I have had. What's new?