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JK, The Problem is Me

JK, The Problem is Me

The good news? The baby horse blues is over for the time being. Po has been a fantastic citizen so far this week. I hacked on my own Monday, and he gave me a really consistent, solid effort. On Tuesday I had a lesson, and again he showed up to try (although he told us he was vewy, vewy tired and a little butt sore from all the trying). His good behavior on Tuesday was extra special because I pulled…

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Hot Gray Summer

Hot Gray Summer

First off, I appreciate all the support from my baby horse blues last week. Even though I know it’s my blog and I’m technically allowed to whine, it feels pretty ridiculous to be all, Woe is me! My horse that I am fortunate to have and even more fortunate to have in a training program isn’t progressing as fast as I want him to! Wah wah wah. But you know, that’s how it goes sometimes. At least I’m honest? We…

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Baby Horse Blues

Baby Horse Blues

Green horses are not for the faint of heart. Often, my heart is faint. So, is the joke on me? Tuesday I went out to hack, and my horse was just in a god awful mood. He was bad for the farrier. I pulled him out before feeding time (when I get there after work happens to always be feeding time), and gave him a snack of his dinner in the crossties. Usually that makes him happy because he feels…

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The More I Think I Know, The More I Don’t Know

The More I Think I Know, The More I Don’t Know

Every time I change trainers, which admittedly isn’t often, I realize how little I know about riding horses. When I moved to California, I had the (oh so silly) impression that I kind of knew my stuff. I mean, Simon and I had shown in all 3 rings, and I’d been riding a long time. I figured our limitations were more about finances, talent, and soundness (for both of us) than anything else. Well, that was a pretty stupid belief…

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First Week at the New Barn

First Week at the New Barn

Pretty sure Poet thinks this is the weirdest horse show ever! But we’ve been at the new barn for a week now, and I thought I’d write a quick update about how he’s settling in. If you remember from “the” injury from this year, Poet likes to kick stall walls to display his displeasure/impatience. So on night one, he was put in a stall we all thought he’d do best at. Euro doors he could hang his head over, and…

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Two Years of Baby Po

Two Years of Baby Po

Today on the subject of “time flies,” I’ve had my horse for two years. While this seems like a blink of time for me, I realize that it may seem like an even shorter period of time for y’all. Mainly because I’ve barely blogged about Baby Po in my prolonged absences. Truthfully, my biggest takeaway in two years is Oh my god he’s getting SO LIGHT! I’m sure that’s obvious to anyone else, but Poet is my first grey. It’s…

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Making a Big Change

Making a Big Change

My brain is a difficult and confusing place. See, I hate change. So scary! It’s a need for the illusion of control that makes me less prone to rattle things up. The devil you know, right? But on the flip side, I love the way a big, sweeping change can feel like a fresh start. Whether it’s a new week or a new year, I’m apt to rally momentum around a new beginning. The fear of change is one a…

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When Poet Threw a Temper Tantrum and Got the Opposite of What He Wanted

When Poet Threw a Temper Tantrum and Got the Opposite of What He Wanted

I’ve had exactly one lesson in 2021. It was a great one, but feels like ancient history. Let me set the stage. It’s a brand new year. We still have feelings of hope and optimism that the shit show that was 2020 is behind us. There hasn’t even been an attack on democracy yet. Times are good. Austin got some rain, and then some snow. It wasn’t the snow, just the pre-game one. But either way, it left the barn…

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