The Blackfish was not on board yesterday.
So not on board that our ride can be summed up with a rear and a beating. Don't worry, it ended well, but sheesh are horses frustrating. Is it too much to ask my soon-to-be seven year old to get her shit together! There are seven year olds schooling PSG for Christ sake.
Yes. Yes, it s too much to ask.
So, what does one do when Ponita says not just no, but "Hell no"?
But Deli is. As a matter of fact, she ceases being The Blackfish and returns to Delight. Guess I need to stop fighting it.
|Over jump, much?|
To make things worse. My mom watched. And took pictures as I slid around on that slick little stubben. Why don't I have one of those saddles that are padded all to hell and back? And when did my Tailored Sportsmans get so slippery?
|Even her canter got better|
The only silver lining of this situation that I can see is that I walked through the vendors area at the Pin Oak Charity Horse Show over the weekend, and I saw something that I needed to own. And the dressage ring would have a collective stroke if I wore these boots down the centerline....
|Oh. My. God. Am I right?|
|I NEED these! So beautiful!|
So, there you have it. sexy boots and adorable tail braids. The only perk of Delight's jumper dream.