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Why I’m Not Allowed to Use Draw Reins

Why I’m Not Allowed to Use Draw Reins

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I’m not one of those crazy natural horsemanship bloggers that will stalk people’s blogs and write scathing comments the minute they pick up a martingale. YOU’RE CREATING A FALSE FRAME! YOU’RE RUINING YOUR HORSE! YOU’RE NOT RIDING LEG TO HAND AND YOU SUCK AND YOU’RE PROBABLY GOING TO DIE ALONE WITHOUT ANY PONIES THAT CAN GO PROPERLY ON THE CONTACT! I don’t like those people, and neither do others. Those people don’t typically get invited to parties, and I like…

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My Time in the Open Show Circuit

My Time in the Open Show Circuit

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Even though I’ve always loved hunter/jumpers, it wasn’t until the last few years that I showed at “legit” hunter shows. Moving to the world of rotations and 1 million divisions under 3′ was a little confusing at first. It took a lot of hand holding by my trainer to calm my nerves and make hunter/jumper shows seem like the relaxing norm instead of a brave new world. My showing life before hunter/jumper almost entirely consisted of open shows. They are…

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Family Time in North Kakalacky

Family Time in North Kakalacky

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I’m back in Texas after four days spending time with family in my home state of North Carolina.  I could have been grumpy driving into work this morning, but it’s hard to be sad when the shoulders of the highway are covered in blue bonnets and it’s low 70’s when I walked out my front door. Love. Spring. There’s not much exciting to report about my weekend, but I wanted to post something today before I attack y’all with more Pin Oak…

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TOABH: Worth 1k Words

TOABH: Worth 1k Words

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The minute I saw Beka’s post about the Archie scrapbook, I knew that I had to participate in this week’s blog hop. You see, once upon a time I was an avid scrapbooker. You can add that to my dorky hobby list, if you’re keeping track. I would scour craft sores in search of horsey themed paper, embellishments and all other sorts of cool papery things. My scrapbooks started pretty elementary and eventually got fairly well designed as my tool…

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Elvis Comes Full Circle

Elvis Comes Full Circle

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Elvis was my best friend for seven years, and made a lot of my dreams come true.  Sometimes I regret selling him, and other times I realize it was a good decision for both of us. When I see pictures of him on Facebook like the one below, I think it was a good decision. This is an acquaintance’s daughter who’s learning to ride on Elvis.  She’s 4.5 and he’s 21.  Her mom reports that Elvis just follows her around…

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Elvis and the Versatility Class

Elvis and the Versatility Class

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In certain open shows in North Carolina (and probably elsewhere), there is such a thing as a Versatility Class… and it is awesome.  Rules vary per show, but the format is always as follows: One horse & rider combination for roughly four classes with major tack changes back and forth.  The horse & rider must stay in the ring for tack changes, and can have 1-2 helpers.  The helpers stand at the edge of the ring while the classes are…

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Throwback Thursday – Elvis

Throwback Thursday – Elvis

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Feeling a little nostalgic for the little old red horse lately.  Elvis is also probably the most photographed horse I’ve ever owned.  A few months after I got him, my beloved childhood horsie best friend colicked and was put down.  I took that as a lesson that there was no such thing as too many pictures, because I only have a small handful of Doodles. Anyway, here are some of my favorites from all facets of Elvis.  Keep in mind…

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Visiting Mr Elvis

Visiting Mr Elvis

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One of the best parts of my NC visit was getting to visit my former horse bff, Elvis. When I first got the news that he would be retiring back to my friend’s farm, I immediately scheduled some time to go visit when I was home for the holidays. Armed with a bag of carrots, an apple and a big lump in my throat, I walked out to the pasture where my friend told me that he’d be in.  It’d…

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