So I bought a horse. If you follow me on instagram, you noticed there was a new addition to the nerd herd this weekend. Two weeks ago, I went to try horses at a local farm that came up through the grapevine after I posted my honest ISO on some Texas horse groups. When my trainer and I went to go look at him, I sat on two horses. One was quite fancy with show experience and a fantastic lead change….
Baby brontosaurus is going home. I’ll be happy to share details with interested parties offline, but I won’t be blogging about it. There are no hard feelings, but I’m just sad. He would have been a great horse for me I think. I don’t want to hear that he “wasn’t the right one”, even though I know that comment is well intended. The truth is, he was the right one but when your vet is as blunt as mine was… well…
I have had more than one person come to me and say something along the lines of, “I NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THIS HORSE IT’S KILLING ME!” Whoops – sorry folks. On the blog, my lack of information is purposeful. I haven’t made a decision on horse yet and won’t for a while, so I have to make sure I don’t make him identifiable. It’d be a really shitty move to ruin someone’s future sale if I send him back….
How do you know what you can handle when it comes to horses? I’ve realized recently that I need to break-up with an idea in my head. This is going to sound silly, but for a while I’ve thought Simon was a sort of difficult horse to ride. He’s a little hot and sensitive, and requires a lot of feel and delicacy to bring out his best. That’s a true statement, but hard? No. The horse is point and shoot….
It’s been a weird week over in Tex-ass. We’re getting slammed with rain again. Normally I’m not really anti-rain, but I have a pretty vested interest in riding right now and with no indoor the week forecast doesn’t look hopeful. Plus, when I woke up this morning my house seems to have succumbed to strange plumbing issues again. My shower went from 100% fine to gurgling and not draining within a 24 hour period. I won’t go into details since…
I’m going to sound incredibly ignorant here, but I honestly thought horse shopping would be fun and easy. I’ll wait for your laughter to die down before I continue. Better now? Okay, good. The first horse I bought was selected from a string of school horses that an older barn in Raleigh were liquidating. My trainer brought me over there, and I liked the first mare I sat on because she did “dressage movements” sideways that I thought felt really…
I have a lot of pretty okay qualities, but I am not patient. It comes out in different ways. When I teach someone to do something new, I have to take a lot of deep breaths and not smack them over the head when they don’t immediately grasp the concept that I want them to. This is perhaps why I didn’t pursue my career in education. I’m not patient with society, who really should be progressing forward but instead takes massive…
I spent 90% of my time this weekend doing one of three things – drinking, sleeping or hanging out at the barn. As I’m sure you picked up from my pitiful post on Friday, my mood going into the weekend was poor. I had committed the cardinal sin of horses, “Thou Shall Not Get Thy Hopes Up” and was feeling down in general. The best fix for that is good friends and time with the nerd horse, and after a…