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She's Not a Baby Anymore!

Early spring saw some immediate changes in how Ellie carried herself and our dressage work started to truly improve.  There had been times last year where flat work felt like a fight and I wondered to myself if she was ever going to just relax and listen to me haha.

Thankfully, as the title suggests, Ellie has suddenly grown up in front of my eyes.  We have had some really stellar lessons lately, where I feel like I am suddenly able to make things click.  We also had an incredibly frustrating dressage lesson a few weeks ago where Ellie was in rip-roaring peeing heat (not normal for her) and we worked through 45 minutes of her refusing to bend right.  So, ya know, as much as she is improving, she is still an opinionated redheaded mare!  ;-)

But, I have to give her credit because she is really working her little butt off for me!  Sadly, I had not been able to schedule in a jump lesson before our first three-phase, which led to me riding her ridiculously backward at a slow trot the entire …

My First Love

I clearly remember the first time I touched a horse.  I was three years old and loved to ride down to get the mail and go to the dump with my dad on Saturdays.  On the way to get the mail, there was a small black pony in a small field on the side of the road.  I don't remember exactly where it was, but I know which road and can picture it perfectly in my mind's eye.

I always loved looking at the pony and one day must have asked my dad to stop so I could pet it.  I don't remember any of that part.  What I DO remember is sitting on my dad's lap and leaning out the truck window to pat the little pony's nose.  (Now that I think about it, maybe it wasn't actually a pony.  It had to have been tall enough to put its nose up near my dad's F250 truck!  LOL!)  

It was instant love.  I loved how the pony's nose felt, I loved how he (or she) whuffed at me, I loved his smell. 

It is funny to me how I can barely remember what I did yesterday, but I have this VERY clear memory of petting this pony.  I know it was before my brother was born, so I had to have been younger than four.  No surprise that I began riding lessons a few years later, having to BEG my parents for them.


"Maybe she will take a few lessons and get it out of her system," my mother tells my first instructor.

Well, that was almost 26 years ago.

Sometimes it surprises me how much of my life is intertwined with horses.  I can't help it.  Horses are my first love (yes, I love my husband and my son, but there is just something about horses...).  Horses define who I AM.  Without them, I am not sure who I would be.

Happy Valentine's Day.  Hope yours was filled with love and horses.  <3

 

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  1. My boss has a step daughter who loves horses. They want to keep her from them til she gets over it. I told them, "good luck with that."

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  2. It was - and I know just what you mean!

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