Showing posts with label diary of dexter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label diary of dexter. Show all posts

Friday, August 16, 2013

Diary of Dexter: Sunshine and Summertime

With Dexter
Photo by Terri Cage
Since returning home in April, Dexter has been better than ever. A joy to ride, Dexter has – for the most part – abandoned his old bad habits and has become even more enjoyable to ride than before. Now it is a rare occurrence for him to display his barn sourness or for him to pick up the incorrect lead. On average, he has been fantastic!

I have ridden my first OTTB as much as possible this summer, though soaring temperatures sometimes impede on riding time. However, when I have ridden him, Dexter has improved with nearly ever ride and I can almost always count on having a great ride.

Not only has Dexter been great for me to ride, but I recently gave three friends with less riding experience brief lessons aboard him. He was an angel for them, as he was on his best behavior while they rode him.

Now that Dexter shows few behavioral issues, I am focusing on teaching him more complicated maneuvers, which he is learning steadily. Our goal is Remember Me Rescue’s second annual All-Thoroughbred Horse Show (set for March 8th and 9th of 2014), which this time I will return to as an exhibitor rather than a judge. After all, as a Remember Me Rescue graduate, it would only be fitting that Dexter’s first horse show be one held by Remember Me.


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Sunday, April 14, 2013

Diary of Dexter: Reunited


In the summer of 2012, my first off-the-track Thoroughbred, Wet Paint (A.K.A. Dexter) departed my home for “boot camp” with my older sister. He had been showing behavioral issues while being ridden and as a result, he found himself under my sister’s care as she worked on his problems. Other than a pair of very brief visits, I spent months away from my very first Thoroughbred.

But circumstances lined up in an order that resulted in Dexter returning home. On the day he returned, I arrived home and instead of going into the house first, I immediately went to greet him. Exhibiting the same “puppy personality” he has shown since I first met him, Dexter plodded towards me, allowing me to rub his face.

Dexter
Photo by Mary Cage (iPhone photo)
Two days later, I led Dexter into the barn for our first ride in countless months. Trudging along as if he’d just galloped five miles, I saddled Dexter – an eight-year-old gelding sired by Chelsey Cat (by Storm Cat) and out of a Lost Code mare – before leading him into the round pen to longe him.

As expected, Dexter’s lazy attitude had been an act. Cantering around the ring at full speed, I longed Dexter for several minutes before I finally climbed aboard him. As I settled into the saddle, I thought back to when I very first rode him, when the initial thought that ran through my mind was, “Wow. I’m riding my very own Thoroughbred.”

With a smile, our ride began. Although Dexter did display hints of old bad habits, he behaved rather well and cantered better than ever before. As it had in the past, his canter filled me with joy, making me feel alive as his red mane whipped in wind before me as we rode around.

To end the ride, Dexter and I had a little fun going over a small log – used for a practice trail course – lying on the ground in the pasture. We began crossing it at just a walk before moving up to a trot and, eventually, a canter. It was incredibly fun.

After his ride, I gave Dexter a long bath underneath the warm April sun. His red coat, now soaked, gleamed a dark mahogany. Once he had dried, I turned him out, but not before allowing him to visit Miss Fifty. The two eagerly touched noses and I couldn’t help but think they could be swapping stories of their racing days.

Fifty and Dexter
Photo by Mary Cage (iPhone photo)

It is a joy to not only have Dexter back, but to know that he and Fifty practically live in my backyard. It has always been a dream of mine to own an ex-racehorse and now I have two – both of which are very special horses that are dear to my heart.

Monday, April 23, 2012

Diary of Dexter: Happy Birthday!


It must have been a pleasant surprise to see a charming chestnut colt with unusual white markings – a wide blaze, two high front stockings, two low hind socks, and a diamond on the left hind leg – be born to Little Betty Blue on that spring day in North Carolina. All but one of her previous colts had been the same gray color as her, but this colt had been born a chestnut. He was her second foal sired by Chelsey Cat, a grandson of the great sire Storm Cat, and though he would not go on to accomplish much of anything on the racetrack, he would go on to play a huge role in my life.

The breeder of the colt – who was later gelded – was Nancy Shuford, the same woman who would breed the graded stakes-winning Dancinginherdreams. Chelsey Cat was one of her breeding stallions at her Rock House Farm, located in Hickory, North Carolina. The dark bay/brown son of the legendary Storm Cat was out of the Affirmed mare Chelsey Dancer, who was also the dam of the grade one-winning Chelsey Flower. Chelsey Cat was never raced and went on to become both a racing and hunter/jumper stallion.

In 2004, Little Betty Blue – a daughter of the multiple grade one-winning sire Lost Code and the half-sister to the stakes-winning and multiple graded stakes-placed horses Banbury Fair and Man It’s Cold – was bred to Chelsey Cat. By the time she visited Chelsey Cat that year, she had already produced eight foals – one of which was sired by the same son of Storm Cat.

On April 23, 2005, the handsome chestnut was born in North Carolina. Due to his unique white markings that appeared as if white paint had been splattered on him, the young Thoroughbred was registered under the name “Wet Paint.”

Wet Paint (Dexter)
Photo: Terri Cage
Wet Paint made his first start in August of 2007 as a two-year-old, finishing last in a maiden special weight at Philadelphia Park. Following a third-place finish, Wet Paint broke his maiden at Penn National, leading from start to finish to take a five-and-one-half-furlong maiden special weight by 2 ½ lengths.

The strangely-marked Thoroughbred would not win for another nine months and when he did, he had dropped to the $4,000 claiming level. He continued racing in the northeastern part of the United States until the penultimate race of his career, which came in January of 2009 at Delta Downs. He finished a respectable third, but next out, he was eased in the homestretch.

Wet Paint found himself with an outrider at Fair Grounds Racecourse in New Orleans, Louisiana. He performed his job of patrolling the track and catching loose horses, but the outrider left for Florida and left Wet Paint behind, claiming the chestnut gelding to be uncontrollable.

Fortunately, trainers Dallas and Donna Keen were stabled at the Fair Grounds at the time. Not only does the husband and wife team train a string of racehorses, but they run a non-profit organization located in Burleson, Texas called Remember Me Rescue that specializes in the rescuing or retrieving, retraining, and rehoming of ex-racehorses or horses that had been trained to race. Wet Paint was put under their care and once he arrived, the Keens realized the “uncontrollable” gelding needed his teeth floated.

Once the sharp points of his teeth had been filed down, it was discovered that Wet Paint wasn’t uncontrollable at all. Rather, he was very willing and a quick learner. Wet Paint was then placed in Remember Me’s adoption program.

Shortly thereafter, the grandson of Storm Cat arrived at the Texas rescue. Fate intervened and my mother and I went to the farm for one of our many visits. Though there were several horses on the farm that interested me, it was Wet Paint that caught my attention and drew me in.

Days later, my very first off-the-track-Thoroughbred was in my barn. I’d named the chestnut Thoroughbred Dexter and immediately fell in love with him. I have been able to call him mine for exactly fourteen months now.

Dexter and I have had many ups and downs between his kindness and sometimes obstinacy, but fortunately, the "downs" are usually replaced by "ups." He may be a descendant of the most prolific female family, a grandson of Storm Cat, a gorgeous horse with names such as Secretariat and Affirmed in his pedigree, and a Thoroughbred that had his picture taken in the winner’s circle, but he’s so much more than that. It’s awe-inspiring to have a horse with such a heritage, but most of all, Dexter has been a horse to love.

Today I celebrate the birth of my beloved puppy-dog of a horse who will follow me without a halter, whinny and jog up to the fence to great me, and nuzzle at me with affability. Today I celebrate the birth of horse that may not have made much of a name for himself on the track, but has left me with joy. Today I celebrate the birth of Dexter, one of the kindest horses I have ever known.

Dexter loves to follow me like a puppy!
Photo: Terri Cage
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Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Diary of Dexter: Back to the Basics


Busy days entangled me in their vine, rainy days and severe storms left the ground suitable only for slopping through the mud while being attacked by mosquitoes, and illness and a thrown shoe bestowed Dexter with several lackadaisical days – too many of those easygoing days. Dexter was only sparingly ridden throughout winter and early spring due to the aforementioned factors, but now that spring has fully sprung, leaving the grass green and the trees flourishing, Dexter has been able to be exercised under saddle much more frequently.

Just when it appeared I would be able to ride Dexter more often, my beloved gelding began to look very poor. We realized that his dull, slowly shedding coat and his distorted belly insinuated that he was wormy. We treated him with Panacur Powerpac, which is very effective in ridding the horse’s system of strongyles.

Before long, my grandson of Storm Cat began to appear to be back to his old self. His dull, fuzzy coat began to shed, revealing a gleaming mahogany coat, his eyes became brighter, and his walk grew more energetic. He was ready to ride again.

Dexter
Photo: Terri Cage
Prior to Dexter’s illness, one of our rides of the winter had been quite unsuccessful. He had displayed that he had become barn sour and much too eager to go at a faster pace than I asked him for. Once I began riding him again, I mostly rode him far from the barn, focusing on softening his mouth, his turning, and slowing him down.

Yet again, Dexter disclosed his great intelligence, responding to all of my cues while making it clear that his goal was to please me. During our last several rides, I have ridden him in a greater variety of locations in my back pasture, long trotting him to restore his muscle tone, doing many bending exercises to soften his mouth and improve his turning, and simply riding him at a walk and trot to slow him down.

Training Dexter never fails to show me how intelligent the great creature we call the Thoroughbred is, how reliable and intellectual a retired racehorse can be. Each time I settle aboard Dexter, I can’t help but be in awe by the fact that I am riding a grandson a Storm Cat, a descendant of the great horses Ack Ack, Affirmed, Native Dancer, Ribot, and Secretariat, and a winning Thoroughbred that hails from the most prolific of all female families – female family one. But most of all, Dexter has proved to me that he is one of the kindest, most willing horses I have ever come across. And our past few rides have certainly taught me that it’s never too late to go back to the basics.

One of my favorite views: watching the sun
go down from aboard Dexter!
Photo by Mary Cage
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Thursday, February 23, 2012

Diary of Dexter: One Year Together


For years, I have wanted a Thoroughbred – an ex-racehorse. As a result of my fascination with the sport of horse racing, I wanted to have my own Thoroughbred that had graced the historical, enchanting place we call the racetrack. It didn’t have to be a horse that had been exceptionally prosperous at the races, or even a horse that had superb bloodlines. I just wanted a retired racehorse to call my own.

My involvement with Remember Me Rescue had brought me very close to that dream. Several horses had passed through the rescue that I wanted to adopt, but they’d slipped out of my reach. My family already owned several horses – active or retired 4-H show horses, none of which were Thoroughbreds – and it didn’t seem as if we had the room for another horse.

It was that way for a while. Then, in February of 2011, my mother and I made yet another trip to Remember Me. Two new horses had just arrived and I was eager to see them, as well as a few of the other horses currently at the farm. In fact, I had my mind set on a certain horse available for adoption. Little did I know, I’d leave the farm with my heart set on another.

Fate stepped in when I reached the farm. Something did not click with the filly I’d come there with my mind set on and though I fell in love with a gelding on the farm, he was unsound and would not be a suitable riding horse for quite some time. Destiny was nudging me in a different direction.

Wet Paint being ridden at Remember Me Rescue in February of 2011
Photo: Terri Cage
I found out what direction that was as I watched one of the new arrivals, Wet Paint, being ridden in one of the pastures. My eyes were riveted by the chestnut Thoroughbred as he glided over the dull-colored grass. His stride was long and fluid and his eager expression was drawing me in. I’d fallen in love with a Thoroughbred.

Not only was he impressive under saddle, but even while many activities were going on on the farm, Wet Paint stood serenely. As I listened to his story from Dallas and Donna Keen, the tall chestnut gelding remained motionless, his handsome face fixed on us.

After Paint’s racing career had ended, he had found a home with an outrider at the Fair Grounds in New Orleans. That outrider claimed the grandson of Storm Cat to be uncontrollable and headed to Florida without Paint, who the Keens then acquired. Once the chestnut’s teeth had been floated, the Keens realized the retired racehorse was not irrepressible in the least. He caught onto lessons very quickly and was soon up for adoption.

Upon returning home from my visit to Remember Me that February day, I told my father about the gelding I had met. Unexpectedly, my dad agreed to adopting Wet Paint. I was beyond thrilled. I would soon own my very own Thoroughbred!

We began preparing for his arrival, purchasing many supplies, including a new halter. In addition, though I loved his name, I didn’t want to simply call him “Paint.” After all, we own three Paint Horses. It just didn’t seem quite right if I called him Paint, despite his unique white markings.

I knew exactly where to find a name for him. My family has a tradition of naming our Dachshunds after towns in Wyoming and so I decided to name my new Thoroughbred after a town in a state I dearly love, Kentucky. I didn’t choose a name of a town I’d been to, let alone a town I’d heard of, but rather a town with a name that I liked. And so the name Dexter was chosen.

Just days later, on February 23, 2011, there was an ex-racehorse on my property – my ex-racehorse. I finally owned my own Thoroughbred that had galloped before the grandstand en route to victory.

Dexter, though a different breed than any horse I owned, adapted quickly. My beloved Quarter Horse mare, Pebbles, who normally does not get along very well with other horses, formed a friendship with Dexter that still continues on to this day. In fact, every horse I own has become friends with Dexter.
Dexter galloping in the back pasture
Photo by Mary Cage

Over the past year, I have ridden my grandson of Storm Cat Western, English, and even bareback. Each time we reach a new goal, I can’t help but be filled with bliss. From the first time I loped him to the first time we had a flawless ride, Dexter has given me an unbelievable amount of delight.

Not only has Dexter given me some very euphoric moments, but he has showed me just how intelligent Thoroughbreds are. He has caught on to every lesson very quickly and even when he has not been ridden in quite some time, he still responds to cues he has not been asked in a while. Honestly, I believe he is the smartest horse I’ve ever owned.

I know Dexter and I have many more adventures ahead of us and I cannot wait to experience them. Owning him has not just been owning my first Thoroughbred. It hasn’t even been owning a horse that descends from some of the greatest racehorses of all-time, such as Affirmed and Secretariat. Yes, it’s been those amazing things, but most of all, it’s been owning a horse that captures my breath every time I see him. Owning Dexter has been having a horse in my backyard that brings I smile to my face each time I’m around him because he loves me just as much as I love him.

"How can a horse take your breath, steal your heart, and make you weak
at the knees in a simple glance? If you have to ask, you wouldn't understand."
Photo, design, and words by Terri Cage

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Saturday, December 31, 2011

Diary of Dexter: A December Day

Diary of Dexter is a series within Past the Grandstand about my retired racehorse, Wet Paint (AKA Dexter). Periodically, the blog will feature updates on the grandson of Storm Cat. You will really grow to love this wonderful horse.

Dexter
Photo: Terri Cage
Much of this December has been full of cold, dreary days emphasized by cloudy skies, fog, pouring rain, and annoying drizzle. However, in the past couple of days, the sun has lit up the bright blue sky, leaving the temperatures in the mid-60s. That is what I call perfect riding weather.
The problem is, the weather has been damp quite a bit lately, which left the ground muddy for quite some time. Therefore, I did not get to ride as often as I wanted to. Yet, in these last few days of December, the ground has been ideal for riding, as has the weather.
Dexter had not been ridden in much too long. So when I saddled him in a Western saddle, I didn’t know what to expect. I led him out to the round pen, beginning to longe him. He behaved beautifully and soon I swung myself into the saddle.
“Good to be back,” I murmured to Dexter, leaning forward and petting his neck.
After some bending exercises and walking, I urged Dexter into a jog. He trotted along energetically, responding to my cues. After several laps around the round pen at a jog, I asked Dexter for a lope.
Since it had been so long since I’d last ridden him, I wasn’t sure if he would get his leads right. Yet he picked up the correct lead in each direction on the first try. As always, loping him brought a smile to my face.
Meanwhile, my mom was riding my mare and Dexter’s best friend, Pebbles, in the riding area outside of the round pen. I rode Dexter out of the pen to meet her and we rode around leisurely, doing some exercises to help Dexter remember that he didn’t always have to be in front of the other horse. He caught on quickly, behaving beautifully despite the clanging of someone building a fence nearby.
Just before we dismounted, I mentioned to my mom that three of the last four horses I have ridden have been Thoroughbreds, which is abnormal since I normally ride Quarter Horses, as I show them in 4-H. In fact, two of the past Thoroughbreds I have ridden were horses with touching stories that won over half-a-million dollars: Lights on Broadway and King of Speed.
Dexter only managed to win $32,851, but like Lights and King, Dexter is incredibly intelligent. I admire off-the-track Thoroughbreds greatly, especially because of their breathtaking intellect, and to have my own is an opportunity I have always dreamed of. Now I’m living the dream. Thank you, Dexter and thank you, Remember Me Rescue for my wonderful boy.


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Monday, November 21, 2011

Diary of Dexter: Wet Paint

Diary of Dexter is a series within Past the Grandstand about my retired racehorse, Wet Paint (AKA Dexter). Periodically, the blog will feature updates on the grandson of Storm Cat. You will really grow to love this wonderful horse.
Photo by Mary Cage
Nearly every time I tell someone Dexter’s registered name, they chuckle. And almost every time someone sees him for the first time, they say something like: “Look at all that white!” or “Oh, that’s why he’s called Wet Paint.” I even get the question: “Is he a Paint?”
No, he’s not an American Paint Horse like three of my other horses are. He’s a Thoroughbred grandson of Storm Cat, who at one time stood for $500,000. With Chelsey Cat as his sire, a Lost Code mare named Little Betty Blue as his dam, and no horse in his pedigree that would hint at a name like Wet Paint, there is only one explanation for how Dexter got his registered name: his markings.
Photo by Mary Cage
His face is characterized by a wide white blaze and a splotch of roany hairs above one of his eyes. On each of his front legs are two white stockings that reach his knees, making jagged white edges where they stop. His right hind leg is marked with a low sock and on his left hind leg is one of his most identifiable markings: a big white diamond on the front of his hock.
Dexter would probably want me to point out that his name is nowhere near as funny as his neighbor’s name, Tommie Sue. My beloved twenty-seven-year-old Quarter Horse mare is registered under the name Sheza Ripe Tomato. While Tommie Sue does not resemble a tomato at all, Dexter looks like he’s been splattered with white paint, hence the name Wet Paint.

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Sunday, October 30, 2011

Diary of Dexter: A Beautiful Fall Day

 Diary of Dexter is a series within Past the Grandstand about my retired racehorse, Wet Paint (AKA Dexter). Periodically, the blog will feature updates on the grandson of Storm Cat. You will really grow to love this wonderful horse.
Pebbles
Photo by Mary Cage

The sun shone down on the late October day and my horses ran around the pasture or their pens, enjoying the cooler air. It wasn’t cold, but the breeze kept it much cooler than normal. It was a beautiful fall day.

I took many pictures of my horses on my phone, as I didn’t want to run inside the house and get my camera, risking missing their playtime. My mare Pebbles, who is Dexter’s best friend (Diary of Dexter: Best Friends), rolled immediately before getting up and playing. The horses in the pasture took off, running across the soft dirt friskily. Meanwhile, Dexter just watched them with his ears pricked, prancing every now and then. He didn’t find in necessary to play so much.

I tried taking pictures of him, but he kept hiding behind the fence. Spontaneously, I decided I wanted to go for a ride. I led him up to the barn and groomed him meticulously before tacking him up in an English saddle. After a successful session on the longe line, I climbed aboard Dexter.
At first, I rode him in the round pen. He behaved beautifully, doing everything he was asked and performing like a champion. His trotting was excellent and his canter was even better. I brought him to a stop, leaning forward to rub his neck affectionately.

Dexter
Photo by Mary Cage

I rode him into the pasture and after walking around for a while, we trotted some figure eights. Then it was time to canter. Dexter was delighted to move into the three-beat gait and he cantered around the pasture with me aboard. He ate up the ground with his long legs and I couldn’t help but beam. By the time we were done cantering, I had a grin that stretched from ear to ear. Cantering him was like a dream.
In fact, I was so caught up in the moment that I even began to do a race call, pretending to be the race caller and the jockey at the same time.
“And Wet Paint crosses the wire in a tremendous performance!”
I knew it was extremely cheesy, but I was filled with absolute bliss while cantering him. All Dexter wanted to do was please me and have a good time. And that’s exactly what he did.
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Saturday, October 15, 2011

Diary of Dexter: Best Friends


Pebbles and Dexter
Photo: Terri Cage

Diary of Dexter is a series within Past the Grandstand about my retired racehorse, Wet Paint (AKA Dexter). Periodically, the blog will feature updates on the grandson of Storm Cat. You will really grow to love this wonderful horse.

Pebbles is the queen of all my horses. If you’re a human, she’ll be a sweetheart to you, though she demands attention. If you’re a horse, you better hope Pebbles likes you.
In fact, Pebbles must stay in a large pen instead of being turned out in the pasture with the other horses, as she will bully them. When we adopted Dexter, I was a little apprehensive, as I didn’t know how my beloved mare would treat our new addition.
It must have been something like love at first sight. Pebbles was immediately intrigued by Dexter and the two have been best friends ever since. They are turned out in pens right next to each other and all day long, they stand side by side with just a fence between them.  Usually, Pebbles will get aggravated at another horse, but she and Dexter are extremely friendly with each other.
I love watching the two together. Sometimes they just stand contentedly next to each other and occasionally, they will play over the fence. Pebbles has done so much for me, both in and out of the show ring, so it is wonderful to see her find such a good friend in Dexter.


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Sunday, October 2, 2011

Diary of Dexter: On Top of the World

Diary of Dexter is a series within Past the Grandstand about my retired racehorse, Wet Paint (AKA Dexter). Periodically, the blog will feature updates on the grandson of Storm Cat. You will really grow to love this wonderful horse.

Since he’s been learning the basics of pleasure riding, I have mostly ridden Dexter in a Western saddle. In fact, before last night, I’d only ridden him in an English saddle once. Due to a limited amount of time I had left to ride, I saddled him in an English saddle last night because I can tack up more quickly that way.

I led Dexter into the round pen and after a brief session on the longe line, I climbed aboard. He definitely knew he had a lighter saddle on. There was an extra spring in his step.
Photo by Mary
Once I urged him into a trot, I immediately noticed that he was trotting a bit faster than normal. His ears were pricked and he was just flat out enjoying himself. I allowed him to trot as fast as he wanted and found it very difficult to keep up with him as I posted to his trot.
When it came time to canter, he had a bit of a problem with his right lead, but he eventually got it and cantered beautifully around the pen. When I cantered him on his left lead, I must admit I was filled with bliss. He has a great canter and he clearly had a bit extra spirit under the English saddle.
I rode him in an English saddle again tonight and he rode beautifully. It was a nearly perfect ride. He picked up every lead and responded willingly to everything I asked him to do.
I hope to ride Dexter English more often. It is evident that he has a bright future under an English saddle and most of all, he loves to ride English. I guess it's because of that racing saddle he used to wear.

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Thursday, September 22, 2011

Diary of Dexter: An Afternoon Ride

Photo: Terri Cage
Diary of Dexter is a series within Past the Grandstand about my retired racehorse, Wet Paint (AKA Dexter). Periodically, the blog will feature updates on the grandson of Storm Cat. You will really grow to love this wonderful horse.

As the afternoon sun inched closer to the horizon, I led Dexter into the round pen, beginning to longe him. Unfortunately, it was most definitely not the best session we've had on a longe line. Dexter, though seeming lackadaisical before we went into the round pen, unleashed his pent-up energy while on the end of the longeline.
However, once I got in the saddle, Dexter was a different horse. After a few bending exercises, we tried side passing, which we have done a few times. He side passed to the left, but he had issues going to the right. After a few minutes, he side passed to the right a few steps and I decided to leave it on a good note.
Afterwards, I allowed him to walk a few laps around the round pen before I urged him into a jog. He performed beautifully and after a while, I decided it was time to lope. Since he usually has issues with his right lead but no problems with his left lead, I asked him for his left lead first. The oddest thing happened. He picked up his right lead.
Being the willing horse he is, the incorrect lead was quickly corrected. After loping on the left lead for a while, I gave him a little breather before asking for the right lead. For what I believe was the first time ever, he picked up the right lead at first asking.
He’d deserved a nice walk. I then cooled him off, allowing him to walk leisurely around the pasture while I was in the saddle. It had been a good ride. After I had dismounted and untacked him, I hosed him down with the water hose to further cool him off.  He relaxed for the rest of the evening and was especially eager when it was dinner time.

It is amazing how well racehorses can do in their second careers. Regardless of how well he does when I ride him, I’ll always be proud of my grandson of Storm Cat.


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Monday, September 12, 2011

Diary of Dexter: A Retired Racehorse

Past the Grandstand will begin a new series called Diary of Dexter about my retired racehorse, Wet Paint (AKA Dexter). Periodically, the blog will feature updates on the grandson of Storm Cat. You will really grow to love this wonderful horse.

Dexter
Photo by Mary Cage

Wet Paint may not have accomplished big things on the racetrack, but this horse means a lot to me. The son of Chelsey Cat (by Storm Cat) and out of the Lost Code mare Little Betty Blue earned $32,851 in twenty-three starts. He raced from age two until age four, all in Pennsylvania, West Virginia, and Louisiana.
After being eased in his final start, Wet Paint was retired from racing. He ended up with an outrider at Fair Grounds Race Course, but after that outrider left for Florida, Wet Paint was left in Louisiana. Dallas and Donna Keen took the chestnut gelding under their care, training him patiently and getting him some much-needed dental care.
The outrider who had had him before leaving for Florida had claimed him uncontrollable, but the Keens realized that was most definitely not the case. Once his teeth were floated, Wet Paint caught on to lessons very quickly, responding willingly. He was most definitely not the “uncontrollable” horse the outrider had deemed him.
A few days after Wet Paint arrived at the Keens’ Remember Me Rescue, I adopted him and named him Dexter. I just couldn’t ignore him. He was extremely friendly, gorgeous, and seemed very smart.
In fact, I believe he is the smartest horse I have ever ridden. He is an extremely quick learner and is willing to please. You can teach him something one day and he will remember it the next and if you don’t work on that one thing for a month, he will still remember it when you try it again. I have had him for over six months now. He still has a lot to learn, but he has made a lot of progress and looks to have a bright future.

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