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October 25, 2010


Holy smokes! It’s way past my bedtime—the PSG Awards were scheduled for almost 10 p.m.—but a quick update, because: Could it GET any better?!

Fender won his first foray into first level, test 1. Don’t get too excited—with a whopper 72 percent! He was just lovely in the test with some really stunning moments, but that’s all particularly entertaining because he was such a little prick in the warm-up, you don’t even KNOW. Mortifying. Careening around like a 2-year-old, cross-cantering, jumping around. Really!

October 23, 2010

Wahoo! BLMs, Day 3

What a day, what a day, what a day!

The whole day was great for my gang, but I have to start with the end—after yesterday's total debacle, I rode Ella in her I2 Championship in the snaffle. It was a GREAT decision, not only because she was SO happy and confident in the bridle, but also because she went VERY well, and took the class by 7 percent! Huzzah!

October 21, 2010

The Grand Finale: BLMs, Day 1 And 2

And for our last trick, the BLM Championships! With two students! And seven horses! For five days!

(Heaven help us.)

Five of those horses call Sprieser Sporthorse home, and as my biggest trailer has a capacity of four, we had to caravan. Nicole drove my two-horse, pulled by my dad's shiny new used truck (thanks, Dad!), and I took our big rig, a four-horse. And even with all that room, packing still felt like Tetris. As it was, we had to order most of our bedding at the show.

October 18, 2010

Fall Weekends

A few months ago I was supposed to judge a schooling show at the Quantico Marine Base, which was sadly monsooned out. But organizer Anna rescheduled for this Saturday, and she couldn't have picked a better weather day even if she'd called California Psychics. 60 degrees and GORGEOUS, not a cloud in the sky. Karmic redistribution, anyone?

October 12, 2010

A Last Scott Lesson Before the BLMs

When it rains, it pours! And that's not always a bad thing—I've had more opportunities for lessons in the last month than I've had in the previous six months!

October 11, 2010


“A little change'll do you good,” Sheryl Crow says. I agree. With all the usual madness around my place, I haven't had a moment to sit back and reflect, but since I'm looking at a full calendar week where I get to spend every night in my own bed, without any real chaos—something that hasn't happened since mid-September, I think?—I'm taking the luxury of a few minutes to be contemplative.

October 6, 2010

A Little Advice From My Friends

Most of my riding instruction from about age 16 on has been on upper level horses, whether made by myself or by someone else. If I were to add up all the lessons I’ve had on horses over third level and compared them to all the lessons on lower level horses, I’m sure the uppers would win. Billy, Struppie and Cleo all came to me as Prix St. Georges horses. My first real dressage horse, Nicholas, was a cantankerous Trakehner that could do a bad PSG if you begged for it. And while Ella and Midge and Fender all entered my life as kiddos, I’ve had far less help with them than with the others.

October 4, 2010

Oh, Devon!

Oh, Devon. You tease me with your glitz and glamour, your promises and prestige. You string me along just until I'm in, heart, soul and pocketbook.

That's usually about when the rain starts.

September 30, 2010

Greetings From Devon!

Every year I go to Devon, and I have a bad show. It's a wonderful, incredible show, but there is an electricity to Devon that can't be quantified or explained, and most horses pump up, and since I ride horses that are already hot and loopy, I go to Devon and bad things happen. And I swear I'll never come back (to ride— as a spectator, it's a pleasure!). And then I get conned into it again.

September 29, 2010

Michael Barisone Gave Great Lessons And A Kick In The Pants

WEG, shmeg—all the action is clearly here in Marshall, Va. (Or at least there's so much action here in Marshall, Virginia, that Nicole and I have worked ourselves into a sick, virulent froth just trying to keep up with it all. Tomato, tomahto.)

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