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September 24, 2010

Gearing Up

It’s T-minus one week ‘til Fender’s off to Devon, and I’ve got mixed feelings. He was a superstar, really cooking, until we tacked hind shoes on him about a week ago, and now he’s fairly convinced his hind legs are falling off. The strength and coordination is slowly building back up (honestly, how is 17.1 hands of Oldenburg felled by two thin strips of aluminum?), but the last piece of the puzzle, the real, no-holds-barred connection from hind legs to bridle that I’ve been lacking all season and was FINALLY starting to feel is still nowhere in sight. Stupid shoes.

September 15, 2010

Wearing My Coaching Hat At Morven

Last weekend I was back at Morven Park, but wearing my trainer hat, instead of my riding helmet. I'm sure that keeping seven students cool, getting them all to the ring, prepared and on time, sounds like a lot of work, but I'll take it any day over showing myself. Juggling my own horses' temperaments, swapping coats and trying to keep a bunch of different tests straight? THAT'S work. But coaching, braiding and mucking stalls, especially with my great group of ladies? Easy-peasy.

September 8, 2010

Farm Life

Let’s be clear about something: Yes, I live on a farm. And yes, I am, at least mostly, a farmer. But I’m no backwoods hick. I speak three languages. I’ve been to almost every continent (missing Asia and Antarctica). I’ve rock climbed, bungee jumped and sea kayaked. I’m a wordly, well-travelled girl.

September 2, 2010

Lessons Are A Great Way To Keep Track Of Progress

The next function for Ella and Midge is a clinic with Michael Barisone. And since both of those are a long ways away, I've been just focusing on the basics: Ella's been in a snaffle, no spurs or whip, and almost exclusively out in the field, and Midge has been hacking and stretching and not much else.

So I put them both back to real work on Sunday, and wasn't really sure what to expect when Scott Hassler came to give lessons on Monday.

Um, WOW. I have some really stellar horses!

September 1, 2010

When Fish Attack!

We had a clinic with Scott yesterday, and it was great, and you'll hear all about it tomorrow. Today, though, I present a harrowing tale of intrepid adventurers, fell beasts, and a soggy end. Let it never be said, dear readers, that dressage riders are not hard-core.

August 27, 2010

Saddle Fitting 101

Saddle fitting is one part art, one part science and one part magic. And like anything artistic or scientific, there's an element of practice involved; the more horses you see, the more saddles you see, the better trained your eye becomes.

It is crucial that an educated and experienced professional be involved in the fitting of a saddle to a horse and rider, and by that I do not mean someone who simply reps one brand of saddle for one company.

August 23, 2010

Boys' Weekend

It was boys' weekend this weekend at a little dressage show at Foxcroft, a local girls' school with a big, big equestrian facility. Indy came to show first level with my mom, and I took Midge and Tres to do fourth level.

August 17, 2010

Midgey, Four-Legged Rockstar

Midge came, saw, and rocked out! 

Our exhibition was between the last Young Rider test and their award ceremony. When Brian O’Connor, the announcer, said they were running a little early, I figured I'd hop on 5 minutes ahead of my plan so that they wouldn't be kept waiting. So imagine my surprise when, about 10 minutes later, after only stretchy walk-trot-canter and a little shoulder-in, they're telling me to go, go, go. Yikes!

August 15, 2010

Saturday At Gladstone, In Brief

1. Holy snap, Midge grew up.

I don't think he's been anywhere by himself since he was about 4. He's been calm, professional and mature all weekend. No, he's not ill—I took his temperature myself. Twice. I think he's just actually turning into an adult.


August 13, 2010

Gladstone, Always Inspiring

I have spent many a blog entry waxing philosophical on what a magical place Gladstone is, so today I won't bore you with more of that. But seriously: There's no place like it. It's hallowed ground.

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