May 30, 2017

Day Three, Carefree


End of day two:

Scene: Grazing. Mare is a mobile grazer, not stand in one spot for an hour grazer.

Me: omgomg. I can't believe this is my horse.

(mare literally steps out of shoe)

Me: ... Yup this is my horse... -_-

I hate nylon. Need cob leather. Hellllloooo sales

No joke.

But day 3 I hopped on to see what she would be like. Well, someone didn't tell her. The arena is deep enough it was OK to play for a bit. And even better than yesterday!

Seeking contact. Pushing onto my hand. Happy to havr some traffic and buddies. No calling. I think she was disappointed when I hopped off early. My girth was too big and I didn't want to tear up the chips.

But girl's got it going on! Seriously, her reward is more work. She wants it. No breaks, go go go. No drilling, but craves a challenge. What did I get myself into... :D

I suspect she is part Arab, part QH, part TB. When you see her head, you know. And eyes. Then, I think I know a badonkadonk when I see one. But Tb legs.

I have never had too much interactions with Arabs. But from what I have heard it seems to fit. She has endless energy, she seeks to please, but is independent. And smart as a freaking whip. Hence the "entertain me or I'll entertain myself" attitude.

Any advice for those of you, cough Emma, so might know on riding the eventing Arabian?

When your horse's name is on your boots 

May 29, 2017

Hurry Up and Wait

Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet - Jean-Jacques Rousseau

I think I've been clear to you all, the universe, the people in my life, I want a horse of my own. I'm that person that my life is horses. My life starts when I mount, and pauses when I dismount. It isn't healthy, but that is what it is. There is no other more comfortable place for me, than astride. (ugh unless it is a shitty lame situation..) 

I've had some potential horses drift my way, but for one reason or another it wasn't meant to be. Distance, availability, etc. All horses that I would love to work with. But the universe can be a fickle bitch.... Takes one to know one I guess... 

I continued to wait. To be patient. It is hard for me. Well , no one LIKES being patient, but we do it. A big fault of mine is that I can be lacking consistency at times. Not to say I'm inconsistent, just that I need to work on my consistency, follow? It has been a rough ride of a year. Some unpleasant situations and swallowing pride, trying to be a better person, etc. 

Randomly, Spouse and I received a message from a friend who knew of a horse that wasn't working out in her current situation, she thought of us. After checking out the videos, she seemed worth checking out. A quirky mare. Hot. Not the horse for the owner, nor the program for the horse. Off we went to take a peek. 

I love quirky. I love hot. I do not make hot, as I see other riders enjoy the "sturm und drang" as Denny Emerson just described it today on Tamarack Hill's fb page. I soothe, I work with, not against. But hot, problem, fierce, wtfever, doesn't scare me. 

Actually this mare was none of those things on this day. But I see how she could be. She weaves too. No, not like Ray Charles bopping to a beat in her head. More like performance art in her stall, full on personal Broadway show choreography. So... I can see how MANY people would not be down with that. Girl is Speshul. 

I could see the potential though. She is meant to be an eventer. People were told she was wb/Tb, but I see something else entirely. No worries... I took her home. Stuff to work on, but plenty already there. Seemed like a good deal. 

Rode her the next day, kept her a bit more occupied, and she was great! She is the kid that is acting up in school because she's bored. She wants to do, be entertained, to be engaged, to think. She will fake spook at things she's seen before, she is buddysour. She needs a job. Keep her occupied and she is trying to please. Because of her extracurricular activities of stall balls and dancing. She is free through her shoulder. She listens off the seat, doesn't just run from legs but moves hind legs accordingly. I was stunned day two. I didn't just get a deal....I got a helluva deal. 

May 27, 2017

I Did a Thing

Officially. My. Own.


And I need a name.

Shit just got real. 😨