Fan-Freakin-Tastic

Leapy Pony 

Well.. You know how sometimes a horse is just not on board with training today?
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.

Sumbitch.

So, what does one do when Ponita says not just no, but "Hell no"?

We jump.



Knees Up!

Dammit. I am not a jumper.

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?

Dammit!



Even her canter got better

However much I love my dressage, the sad fact seems to exist: Delight enjoys jumping. And since I can't see myself selling Delight in the near future; she's too much like my Opie to ditch her for not loving dressage (yet). So over fences I went. And she got happier and happier.

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.