| Caleesto - Clydesdale/Thoroughbred filly | Mark - Clydesdale Sire |
| Ida - Thoroughbred Dam |
First things first. My name is Caleesto if you haven't already figured this out. My new mummy named me that and I was named after the evil chic in Xena named Callisto. Being named after an evil person means of course I must live up to my name and expectations, So being evil is what I do best.
My first real adventure was when the nasty men took my mum away from me. I was 7 months old and I was so frightened and scared I did the only thing I could think of. I jumped the 2 four foot fences that divided me from my mummy, I was so proud jumping so high, the fence was bigger than me but that was not going to stop me, I have my daddy's jumping blood going through my veins. The silly nasty man took me away from my mum again, and I haven't seen her since.
I loved my new mummy so much from the day I first saw her. I had hardy ever been touched by a person since I was born and even though i was scared, my new mummy found just the spot that was soooooo itchy that I couldn't resist leaning in for more scratching, I was so sad when she stopped scratching me that I followed her around demanding more scratches. Oh the joy when she gave them too me, it was pure bliss.
I don't know what I hate more dogs, or kids............ The first dog I ever met chased me around, it was horrible, but I found out quicky what hind legs were really designed for and I knocked that darn mutt unconsious. No dog can come into any paddock of mine now and not be chased out grrrrrrrrrrrr at them.
As for kids. Honestly I don't hate them, really, truely I do love them......... FOR DINNER!!!!!!!!! Kids are great, I so love playing chasy with them. Its not fair when they run out of the paddock or hide in trees, because then I can't chase them.
One thing I have learnt since the dog adventure is how to kick and how to connect to what I am kicking at. I am so clever. For awhile if I didn't want a person near me or I wanted something they wouldn't give me I would turn on them and kick them, but no fair my mum fought back. I tried to kick her, next thing I knew she was throwing the buckets she had in her hands at me. Buckets hurt when they hit you in the legs. I have never kicked my mummy since, I love her too much, and I can't help remembering those buckets. But that doesn't mean to say I won't kick anyone else if given the chance..........................
My first look at a farrier, hes a guy who trims my hooves. I had never had a farrier before and it was scary. But my fear of farriers was confirmed when he tried bullying me into submission when I tried to get away from him. He was a big nasty bully and I hated all farriers and men after that, well you would too if you were bullied and forced to stand still. I had had enough of him the second time he came out , I mean enough is enough. I wouldn't let him touch me , so my mummy had to pick my feet up for him. The third time I needed my feet done a new farrier came out. I was instantly scared of him, but he didnt try bullying me or forcing me in any way, he was so nice and he didn't complain about how bad I was or that it took him nearly an hour and a half to do my feet, when its only a 20 minute job. I have had him for over a year now. I have gained my confidence back and the farrier didn't complain when I nearly crushed him to death between my back leg and tummy. I have decided that he is ok, He only takes about 20 mins to do my feet now as I stand like an angel now, knowing that I wont be the horse that he branded as a dangerous horse to shoe, and I will now not have to ever be sedated if and when my mum decides to put shoes on my feet. NOT UNLESS that is that he beats me up for some reason. If he tries then all I can say Mr Farrier is, that next time you do my back leg, I won't nearly crush you to death.......... I WILL CRUSH YOU TO DEATH!!!!!!!!
Guess what everyone!!!!!! I have to tell you this I think it is most exciting. My breeder was on T.V the other day, 12th June 2000. It had about his life and it showed a photo of my Daddy. He is one of the top Clydesdale sires in Australia. It couldn't show my dad for real because he is dead. I am his last foal before he died. I am also my mum's last foal as she died october 1999, without foaling again after me. It had all about how my breeder has been blind since Birth. His name if all you don't know him is Gordon Phillips and he is one in a million. He has recently won a battle against cancer and has also had a mild stroke. My mummy has gone up there a few times to visit him and he always askes after me and gives her advice and stuff. My mum always listens to what he has to say, as what he doesnt know about clydesdales isnt worth knowing. He was even sorry to hear how I hurt my leg a few months back and needed to be rested for 3 months and maybe an operation if I didnt get better, but I'm all better now and back in work. But as I was saying about Gordon, they asked him all about his life with Clydesdales and I must say he is amazing, he can tell which horse is which just by touching them. He cleared all his land, and he owns alot of it. I must say how many people out there at his age and blind, would have the will power to overcome cancer and a stroke and still tend to your horses. He really is a one in a million guy.
Well guys THAT'S IT!!!!!!! vets suck big time, well my vet does and I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM! Did I mention I hate the vet????? Poor little old me I had a sore tummy, known as colic, and because I was scared of mr vet, he shoved my rope and lead clip into my mouth and pulled down as hard as he could, it hurt so much. I tell you all now, he wouldn't wanna try that on me again. Unfortunately the poor dentist paid the price, when he tried to do my teeth I so thought he was gonna hurt me too, so I decided on the spur of the moment to rear straight up in the air above everyone and do a back flip, waaaaaa that hurts lots too, I cut my poor poor lip
To top things off here I am a 3yr old filly (woohoo I turned 3 yippy, on November the 22nd 2000) and back as a 2 year old I had a bit of a sore leg, and the silly vet (a different one who I swear doesn't like me for some reason, maybe it's the fact I'm built like a tank) says I should be retired, but my leg is all better now and with the work I'm doing if it was a weak leg I would be mega lame by now, doing 15 to 20 kilometre drives every second day. As you can see I'm now a harness horsey, but more of that later.
I have a new farrier. My mum got sick of waiting for hours and hours for Darren to arrive only for him half the time to not turn up, he was quite rude like that and he does it to lots of his clients it seems. I really fell for my new farrier (and I mean literally). It was love at first site, sure I was wary of him at first but he took me aside and he whispered sweet nothings in my ear, I swear he did :oD While he was doing my feet I stood like an angel, and my other leg simply whooshed from under me like I was on ice, I didn't panic at all, I was in total shock, I just looked up at him and my mummy before finally deciding I best stand up again.
Finally yippy I have returned from the breakers 11 weeks after I went there. I now know how to pull a cart and I let my mummy ride me around. Aren't I clever. It was scary at the breakers though, when I was first put in front of the cart, I did the only thing I could think of.... I reared. But I soon got used to the cart and I had my buddy Jack the clydesdale teaming up with me teaching me what to do. I now so love pulling a cart, I prefer it to being ridden. It took me awhile to settle in there and I hurt both my back legs by running fences, one cut is nicely healed and the other will be all better soon. My mummy came up every few weekends and I took her out for a drive on the countrty roads. She likes to believe she was driving, but I was doing most of the work. I was ever so happy to get home and back to my boyfriend Condor, He's nice not like the horses at the breakers, they put up with me but they loved to boss me around.
Something extremely scary happened to me and Condor yesterday feb 2nd 2001. My mummy couldn't understand why we were both staring fixed at the bushes in our yard when she arrived yesterday, but there was a good reason as she found out a few minutes later. There was a peacock and peahen in our yard, they live over the back and they rudely entered our paddock without our permission, isn't that so rude. They are such strange looking birds and they better not come in again or I might eat them for breaky.
Waaaaaaaaaaa I have had colic 2 times in the past 2 weeks. I get a sore tummy so I lie down. The first time my mummy got the vet out, Oh no I nearly had a heart attack when the vet who turned up was the one who hurt my mouth one time, waaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I tried to get away from him at first, but I then stood and guess what he was really nice to me, he even leaned on me while he listened to my tummy. I wasn't too impressed when he shoved a thermomater up my rear end, but he was very nice to me. By the time he arrived I felt all better. I was bad that day, I went under the fence and ate the old food that is what made me sick. The second time my mummy walked me around and the pain went away, my mummy saved my life. I love my mummy
My mummy got the farrier out to do my feet today. It wasn't Darren the farrier,or that other newie Neil ( mum didn't like the crappy job Neil did on Condor's tootsies), it was another new one again. I didn't really want him near me, but I let him. I could tell he was scared of me, he wasn't happy when my mummy told him I weighed half a Tonne. I was such an angel when he took my front shoes off. As soon as he picked my back leg up I tried to kick him, I was really quick but, bugger I missed him. So I then played around, but I wasn't doing it on purpose, I didn't like my back shoes being taken off, its so scarey, that I started shaking like a leaf. He was a silly man, if I had played up too much, my mummy and Danny's mummy were talking, and Danny's mummy said if I was going to be too bad, that the new farrier would be the type to just up and leave half finished. So I decided to be nice. But he kept saying if he can't get my back shoes on he wasnt going to do them, he didn't want to be hurt for the sake of 70$. Hasn't that farrier heard of Work Cover????.
Me and Condor have both been really really sick. I nearly got better but then I got sick again. I think Ollie gave it to me, he is a bad little pony. Mummy called the vet out, this was 16 th March 2001. Oh my I got excited when it was none other than my favorite vet who came, (Good old Wally Wanka who wanted my mummy to sell me as he was adament that my sore leg would never get better, funny thing is I haven't been lame for atleast a year since my sore leg. Hmmmmm, that vet needs to read up on how to be a good vet) . But I decided to be really nice to him, as I wanted to get better and I know if I am nasty he won't make me better, so I was on my best behaviour. He gave me a huge injection, I tried to move forward away but then stood still, I was sooooooo Brave. But the injection has made me feel lots better, Condor is feeling a little better as well, and now we get 2 feeds a day for our medicine. yummy its worth getting sick to get lots of yummy food.
Silly colds I got sick again with the silly cold that came back. I wasn't as bad this time but when my mummy rang the vet he gave her some medicine to give me. It tasted funny so I spat half my food out while eating it. Now I know why it tasted funny, my mummy is so pissed off as she discovered that the medicine is over a year passed its used by date, so Tuesday after easter is over and the vets open again she is going to go and demand her money back, afterall I only had a little bit of the medicine most of it is still left. Mummy mummy take me I will flatten anyone in your path. How dare the vets try and kill me with old out of date medicine.
Guess what all, I am soooooo clever, Today April 14th 2001, I had my feet done today with shoes, I know I've had shoes on before, but I've never been hot shod before. I'm a grown up now!!!!!! It was a bit scary at first when my feet were suddenly smoking, and it was smelly, I shook abit but I knew Richie the farrier wouldn't hurt me as he is soooooo nice to me, not like all the others were. By the last foot I stood there calmly like an old hand. Now was I a good girl or was I a good girl????????
I had such an adventure today. I got into Splash's paddock. It was so much fun. my mummy's daddy and Splash's grandpa cut the fence to fix it up as it was an old fence and falling apart. When they weren't looking Condor whispered in my ear 'follow me' and charged through the fence with me hot on his heels. We galloped madly around and around. It was so exciting watching them all chase after us to no avail. Finally Condor was caught and led back through the fence. I pretended to follow I went half through the fence and just as they were all congratulating themselves I turned and charged madly back into Splash's paddock. Its sad that Splash was in the front paddock or he could have played with us. They finally cornered me in Splash's little fat yard and took me back to my side of the fence, but boy was it fun while it lasted.
As soon as I saw him get out of his car I knew what was going to happen on this day the 4th of May 2001. I hurried to the far corner of my yard as my mummy toddled after me, NOOOOOO Mummy please don't let the dentist near me. She didn't listen to my pleads for life and she caught me and tried to lead me over to him. I planted my tootie toes and trembled fearfully. The dentist is so scary, he touches my mouth and I don't want to be hurt again (Don't think I haven't fogotton what the vet did to my mouth all those months ago). He was very nice to me though, he remembered my gymnastics back flip from 6 months ago and this time he was prepared for me. He gave me lots of pats and talked to me so nicely as I rolled my eyes in fear. I was so scared he would hurt me, Even though I knew he wouldn't. I tried to rear and get away but he is a big, big, big, BIG man and he stopped me, grrrrr I so wanted to show him how tough I was. He took 3 teeth out, ouchieeeeee. But since they are out my mouth doesn't hurt like it did. And I was so brave after he had finished doing me and was doing Condor I went right up behind him and sniffed him. Now am I brave guys or what?????????. By the way I wasn't really scared, I was only pretending to be, truely I was. I am not scared of anything. Really truely I was only pretending.
I'm so clever, I am sooooo sooooo good. I gave my mummy a wonderful surprise today, 10th June 2001. It was worming day again. Remember a few stories back I told you all about an evil vet who hurt my mouth when I was only a 2 yr old and how after that I didn't let my mummy put a wormer anywhere near my mouth. I saw the wormers on the ground and I couldn't resist, I tried to eat it. Mummy looked at me and she thought I looked cute chewing the wormer. She put a halter on me and instead of putting the worming bridle on me she put the wormer near my mouth. Mmmmmm it smelt delicious, I took it in my mouth and chewed on it. She quickly squirted the wormer paste into my mouth, yummmmmmmmmmmm, give me more mummy give me more. I'm sure she thought I would pull away, but the stuff was just so delicious this time for some reason. Waaaa its all gone. Hee hee I know I will eat Condor's wormer, he won't mind he hates the stuff. But my mummy wouldn't let me waaaaaaaaa, after she wormed Condor she put it in my mouth. I chewed at it eagerly hoping some yummy paste would come out, but there was none left, boo hoo. Even my mummy's daddy, (my grandpa) was shocked when he saw how easily I took the wormer. But I am a big girl now and I am just sooooo clever.
I have big huge shoulders now, they come from my daddy. Condor will tell you I'm just a big fat overgrown pony, but hes just a meanie. I just have Clydesdale shoulders and now my saddle is too small for me. My mummy took me to Bruce Smith and he stuffed up the saddle he was trying to fit to me, he said will fix it if mummy pays him extra, and then with no guarantee it will fit me. What kind of Saddle Fitter is he stupid Mr Bruce. Then Horseland came out two times to fit me during the past weeks of June 2001, and none of their saddles fit me. But mummy may have found me a saddle (I hope so, I love going for rides on the road, its fun and adventurous). She has to take me all up to Officer to try the saddle on me to see if it fits. I will tell you what happens after I have gone there, so stay tuned all.
Silly silly farrier. I had loose shoes and he was suppossed to come on Friday 15th June 2001 and he forgot Oh no, mummy rang him and he said he forgotted poor little old me :( So then he was suppossed to come Monday 18th June and he couldn't come that day as he had all the race horseys wanting their feet done. HOW RUDE, give me ago at them woosie racehorses I will put them all in their place, hee hee I will sit on them all and squish them while Condor watches cheering. Afterall Im a racehorse too, hee hee well half racehorse, my mummy was a thoroughbred and I bet if she ever raced she would have beaten them all so take that racehorses. Don't forget that my other half is Clydesdale and I will sit on you all with my 507 kilos of weight..... Any way he finally turned up on the Tuesday 19th right on time. But I didn't even get a chance to squish him he had his apprentice take my shoes off. He sorta shuffled towards me. OH No another strange farrier, get away. I didn't like him shuffling towards me, this is a game isn't it. I know I will shuffle backwards away from him, hee hee. I think he was a bit scared of me as he has heard about my past experiences with farriers, but I thought he was a nice lad so I then stood and let him do my feet, that was after we had both stopped the shuffling game. I was such a good good girl.
Guess what Guess what - they actually had 2 saddles at Officer that fitted me. We went there yesterday 21st June 2001. Well I went we left Condor behind he was so sad. But there was another horsey there and I kept neighing to him but he just stood there still without moving as if he was dead, he was rude not to answer me back, I wonder why he stood so still and didn't talk to me. But the lady tried 5 saddles on me, and 2 actually fitted, one fitted perfectly, the other was really good but not as good a fit, pity it was the better looking one of the two. But they were both the same make of saddle, Stubens from Germany - I guess they have big shouldered horses over there. So now I can take my mummy for rides again Yippyyyyy, and I was sooo sooo good in the float ride there and back.
I was a naughty girl today. But I do so hate my rug being played with. I let mummy do it as I love her and I know she will be cross if I don't let her. But nooooooooo Danny's mum, don't touch my rug again. She tried today so I had to put her in her place. I turned and lashed out with my hind feet at her, STAY AWAY FROM MY RUG GRRRR!!!!!!!!! Then just to proove I meant business I turned and charged her. I don't think she loves me anymore. My mummy was cross with me, but she will get over it afterall I am her big baby and she loves me lots and lots and lots.
OK all I cant remember the date, but its on video so mummy will have to look it up for me so I can give you the date. I was hooning around being such a good good girl, (ok I was being playful, but it was fun) and I suddenly realised Oh NO!!!! the fence is in my way, what do I do????? I planted my feet. As I hit the breaks I slid onto my bottom and I slid 25 feet into the fence. I hit it with a clang before shakingly getting up and looking around confused, I looked down and sniffed my skid marks, yes I did them, those 25 foot long skid marks are what I left behind, gosh I'm clever. I know it was my extremely fat clyde cross bottom that stopped me going flat on my side and getting stuck under the fence, but if the fence hadn't been there then I would have slid into a tree or ever worse, I would still be sliding along the ground now. Gosh it was a rush though.
I am such a good good girl, my mummy is so proud of me, on the 19th August 2001, I had my wormer, it was the second time, the first time being the 10th June 2001, again I took my wormer without even needing a halter on me. It didn't taste as good this time as it did last time, I don't know whether I will try it next time or fight, hmmmmmmmmm decisions decisions.....
Poor mummy got so so upset when she found me and Condor in the front paddock. She had sprayed the paddock 2 days before and she thought we were going to die. To cut a long story short, we are both fine and healthy still, If you want to find out more, Condor has written all about it on his story page.
The farrier finally turned up today 11th October 2001, after 4 other cancellations to do our tootie toes. When he came toward me I treid to get away from him, his ex offside apprentice scared me, I don't like people shuffling towards me so now I don't want Richie my farrier near me even though I do like him, but his ex offsider was so scarey. As Richie told my mum, while most horses hate people who walk up to a horse farst and with a meaning of commandment in there step, Its the way that I like it. And its true, I will let people storm up to me but if they stuffle up to me whoaaaaaaa!!!!! get the hell outta my face and leave me alone, they look scarey then.
Over the last week since my feet have been done from the 12th October til around the end of October, I have so tried to be naughty with my mummy while she rides me. Because my feet were so badly in need of trimming and my farrier couldn't come out for weeks and weeks I was not ridden and I got my attitude back. So after my feet had been fixed and I was ridable I didn't want to do what mummy wanted me to do, before I had my little holiday from work I did nearly everything mummy wanted me to do \, but now I want to do what I think is fun, not what mummy thinks is fun. I didn't want to trot I wanted to keep walking back to Condor, he was eating and I wanted to eat grass aswell. Ouchie, mummy gave me a smack with the reins on my shoulders. boo hoo mummy I will be good really I will, Mummy put my attitude back in the box and I was good after that. But on the next ride my attitude came out again only to get another flick with the reins on the shoulders. Ok mummy I will try and be good now, really I will.
Me and Condor were naughty today January 24th 2002 - look my first story for the new year. Mummy let us loose as she always does every morning and we usually walk down to our paddock for the day (we are placed in a large yard with a huge shed for the night) and I decided to go fast and Condor took off after me. We galloped into our paddock (which has been made smaller with the electric tape to preserve grass for us over summer) and I remembered the fence but poor Condor forgot until last second and skidded into it. He broke the top strand and got stuck in the bottom strand so he stood there. I saw all the yummy gras and charged through breaking the bottom strand with a big twang, then Condor was free and we charged into the grass and yummy. But our mummy came and got us out, mummy caught me while our grandpa caught Condor. They put us back in after I first trotted away from mummy, I want all the yummy grass, they then fixed the fence up and let us be in our little section, which does have plnty of grass in it.
I was silly again on the 24th January 2002, when mummy gave me a lunge, because there was so many flies around she left my fly veil on, I always usually have it left on when i lunge. Its the one that is the full face mask that does up with velcro at the back. She had my halter on me instead of Condors and its the halter that twists when pulled on as it can only have the lunge rope clicked underneath (a rope halter), and when i was lunging it made the fly veil pull over my eyes and I got scared and I took off and a mad canter around and around in circled bucking and churning up the ground. Mummy finally got me to stop and took the fly veil off me. I was so happy I could see again, and I lunged the other way like nothing had happened at all.
