A better title for this post would be “A Letter to Doodles” and will likely be mushy and probably ridiculously saccharine. If you’re not in the mood for that, might I suggest my take on hunters vs jumpers or something else completely ridiculous.
To Doodles, the little Palomino mutt pony that taught me every thing
Thank you for teaching me that the best horses for us aren’t always the easiest horses for us to ride.
I’ll never forget seeing you sitting on the ground splayed out when you tripped and we went down. I looked at you the moment I fell, and saw you waiting for me to get out of the way before you scrambled back up to your feet. I wish I could remember the canter before that trip, especially since it would be our last together.
Thank you for every trail ride.
The cross country schooling day we went to is still the only horse show where both me and my horse have been completely relaxed. I remember your little fuzzy yellow ears pricked all the way forward as you cantered me over that cross country course several times. I’m training to have that same feeling of relaxation and fun again in the future.
Thank you for teaching me patience.
I smile every time I see a kid and their beloved horse or pony, and I’m grateful for you because I immediately know how they feel. I think every horse lover deserves a horse like you at least once in their life, and hopefully it’s early on in their riding career so they can feel as grateful and lucky looking back as I do when I think about you.