All of these things have to line up AND coincide with having a sound horse if we want to ride and advance our training. I usually hit one out of three...
Encore feels fantastic. He is sound and solid and bright and shiny, having made real strides forward in the connection department once his rider figured out how to diminish her energy-blocking. And damn, he looks sexy. Which you'll just have to take my word for at the moment as I need a new picture. Oh, and energy to actually ride him.
My special Solo man, to my surprise and pleasure, also looks like a million bucks. He is in perfect weight, with a copper shimmer and his trademark Quarter Horse muscle, despite doing pretty much nothing as Amber and I both scramble to keep up with demanding summer schedules. And just a week ago...why yes, that IS a horse show ribbon he is wearing! Always one to do things his own way, he placed -- at a Walking Horse show.
Ehhhhh?
You heard me right. Our farm was hosting a local show with 500 classes (it felt like). I've enjoyed watching them and have volunteered as well, carrying score sheets, directing riders, announcing, what have you. That Saturday, I had brought Encore, and then Solo, down to watch the action for a change of pace. BO exerted his finest peer pressure and threw his Western saddle onto Mr. Shiny's back, so I gave in. I like to support people who treat and train their horses with respect and kindness anyway!
The English divisions and games had come and gone, so we had to find an appropriate category from what remained of the Western division. Thoughtfully attired in the pictured bridle with Solo's favourite bit, BO's massive Western saddle (honestly, I don't know how you people carry those things around, LOL!), a very old pair of slightly undersized tan breeches, suede half chaps that are officially old enough to drive, and a slobber-painted tank top (erm, thank goodness the show is casual), we marched in to the Trail Pleasure 2-gaited Go As You Please class with about 9 other horses. I am sure the judge enjoyed the picture of style and grace I presented. Where everyone else flat walked and running walked, we simply walked and jogged (oh yes, he can).
I think Solo enjoyed himself; I just wanted him to feel special again and do something for him. It was hardly taxing shuffling a few laps. I was not out there to achieve anything and spent most of the class with a relaxed smile, pondering the miracle of walking into a class at a show with no warmup after standing parked in the shade under a tree. Of course, this was not our discipline, we were just there to have fun and support the "home team." Our co-inhabitants work very hard at what they do!
This week will find me flailing about in our rivers in search of rare mussels, but after that, the young beast and I head up to Maryland for an eventing clinic, thanks to the generosity of a great friend, with Irish ex-Cavalry officer and Olympian, Eric Smiley. More on that one to come as soon as the schedule allows!
Encore feels fantastic. He is sound and solid and bright and shiny, having made real strides forward in the connection department once his rider figured out how to diminish her energy-blocking. And damn, he looks sexy. Which you'll just have to take my word for at the moment as I need a new picture. Oh, and energy to actually ride him.
I iz not gated horze. |
Ehhhhh?
You heard me right. Our farm was hosting a local show with 500 classes (it felt like). I've enjoyed watching them and have volunteered as well, carrying score sheets, directing riders, announcing, what have you. That Saturday, I had brought Encore, and then Solo, down to watch the action for a change of pace. BO exerted his finest peer pressure and threw his Western saddle onto Mr. Shiny's back, so I gave in. I like to support people who treat and train their horses with respect and kindness anyway!
The English divisions and games had come and gone, so we had to find an appropriate category from what remained of the Western division. Thoughtfully attired in the pictured bridle with Solo's favourite bit, BO's massive Western saddle (honestly, I don't know how you people carry those things around, LOL!), a very old pair of slightly undersized tan breeches, suede half chaps that are officially old enough to drive, and a slobber-painted tank top (erm, thank goodness the show is casual), we marched in to the Trail Pleasure 2-gaited Go As You Please class with about 9 other horses. I am sure the judge enjoyed the picture of style and grace I presented. Where everyone else flat walked and running walked, we simply walked and jogged (oh yes, he can).
I think Solo enjoyed himself; I just wanted him to feel special again and do something for him. It was hardly taxing shuffling a few laps. I was not out there to achieve anything and spent most of the class with a relaxed smile, pondering the miracle of walking into a class at a show with no warmup after standing parked in the shade under a tree. Of course, this was not our discipline, we were just there to have fun and support the "home team." Our co-inhabitants work very hard at what they do!
This week will find me flailing about in our rivers in search of rare mussels, but after that, the young beast and I head up to Maryland for an eventing clinic, thanks to the generosity of a great friend, with Irish ex-Cavalry officer and Olympian, Eric Smiley. More on that one to come as soon as the schedule allows!