Monday, October 14, 2013

Hmmm....

You know the worst thing about this sport?

It all comes down to money. I'm not saying that those who have the innate talent and rise to the top are always rich. I'm not saying that at all. I consider those riders with a ridiculous amount of talent at the 1%.

I'm in the 99%.

I cannot just get on a horse and be amazing. I have to put hours of blood, sweat and tears into that, and apply a little financial aid (trainers, lessons, saddles, shoeing) on top of that to maintain where I am.

And I don't just want to maintain. I want to excel. Or at least improve...

Which is why I am currently seeing how I can balance my budget to be able to buy Deli the saddle of her dreams (non negotiable expense) and also get a lesson or two (or how wonderful would FOUR be?!?!) with a clinician this fall... All while eating something other than Ramen for three square meals a day.
Speaking of improvement... She lunges!

Sigh.

On the animal front, I nearly killed my house guest, Scott. I turned my back for a few minutes, and by the time that I noticed that he wasn't underfoot, per usual, he had already destroyed a nice old Kieffer bridle that I had in my 'spare parts' bin. He chewed through the noseband, a cheek piece and the throatlatch.
He doesn't know how lenient I was being when I banished him to his crate for the rest of the night.
Dogs...

We made up over s'mores the following night.


1 comment:

  1. Oh my golly. He must be a damn cute dog if you forgave him for chewing you bridle.
    I hear you about the money. Not that it's the be-all-and-end-all, but it would be damn easier if we could just quit our jobs and ride all day, everyday.

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