Rodney suffered a bout of remediation. We survived. The horses ground-tie to be groomed. They are behind a fence, so running off is inconvenient rather than dangerous. To start, I hold the leadrope. When they shift away, I shift them back to status quo ante. Move a step forward; get moved a step back. MoveContinue reading “Back You Go”
Category Archives: Horses
All Aboard
Went over to the saddleseat barn yesterday morning to help load for the show. All horses climbed on the trailer like troopers, even the youngster who sometimes has trouble believing that he will fit into small spaces. Once, we stood for several minutes while he pondered how to squeeze himself through the doorway to theContinue reading “All Aboard”
A Sign of Progress?
Since Rodney’s back injury [Daddy Dearest] is directly under the front pressure point of a theoretical saddle, I continue to poke away at the accumulated scar tissue. Weekday therapy is heat [Therapy] and massage. On the weekends, Hubby flexes his he-man fingers of strength to break up adhesions. When we brought Rodney in Saturday night,Continue reading “A Sign of Progress?”
Suiting Up
I am currently showing in the Academy division, aimed at lesson students on lesson horses. The heart and soul of saddleseat is in the performance classes: Three-Gaited Country Pleasure, Five-Gaited Show Pleasure. In these classes, riders wear the traditional long-jacketed suit with a color-coordinated derby. Hence the term “suit classes”. If Academy riders plan toContinue reading “Suiting Up”
Back In The Saddle
Lesson this week. Yeah! Rode a new horse. Eeep! Trump is good-looking to the point of being flashy and committed to working with his rider to the best of his understanding. However, he may not be the sharpest knife in the drawer. Reminds me of Rodney. After my whining earlier about not riding [Grateful], you’dContinue reading “Back In The Saddle”
New Rule
The good news: Mathilda is getting stronger. The bad news: so is her willfulness. The blacksmith was here on Tuesday. Just because she could hold her own weight didn’t mean she wanted to. She was on her worst behavior for shoeing since her injury. We finally had a kerfuffle that sent the people running forContinue reading “New Rule”
Best Laid Plans
From the archives. Early ’80s. Photographer unknown. File this under – If you can’t laugh at yourself… Update Photographer: Deborah Rubin Place: Difficult Run Pony Club Horse Trials, Spring 1985 So they tell me. I’ve blocked the whole thing from my memory.
Virtual Brush Box 