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|
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|