Oh you fancy huh?

...no, not yet we're not. But I'm proud to say that Sienna and I have graduated to loping in an open area!

The first time was Tuesday. We were riding in the pasture. Chica was a safe distance away, grazing. My roommate's horse, Bo, was locked up in the round pen where he couldn't interfere. Sienna was listening, doing everything that was asked for her, so I thought, why not try and see what happens?


Now, a couple of horrible scenarios did run through my mind: 1) I ask her to canter, and she bolts. 2) She takes off bucking and throws my sorry butt. For the first scenario, I figured that she probably wouldn't go very far since the other horses were right there. Also, I feel pretty equipped to deal with her were that to happen- all I have to do is turn her in a small circle and regain control. For the second, well, it happens. I just have to stay on top of what her body language is telling me and try to prepare myself, and trust that I've done enough to prepare both of us for this.

When I asked her, I was pleasantly surprised that though we did trot a good ways into it, I didn't have to really get after her. She's learning! I can't say it was pretty, but it was a huge step in developing trust between the two of us and a huge confidence booster. Also, she stayed in the canter without breaking gait, which was probably the biggest surprise to me. She is terribly fond of breaking into the trot in the round pen, so I expected to have to really keep her going. But, like many things we do, she proved me wrong. We stopped and went the other way, and she was very good, minus her trying to work our circles out so that she could inch closer and closer to Chica. She got a little pissy, but she didn't act on her anger. Which is all I can ask, being 1/10 her size.

After she calmed down, we did another new thing- we went and rode down the road (alert the Paint Horse Journal!). Not too far- I didn't want to throw too many things at her. Just far enough for me to make sure she was listening to me, in spite of the scary cows, street signs, and culverts. And of course, she was great. She felt like a coiled spring, but we never had any scary moments. Even with Bo calling to her (like he does anytime I ride a horse out of his comfort zone- drives me crazy) and with some gigantic, horrible bug biting her every step, she didn't whirl back to go home or fight against forward motion... I think she rather enjoyed getting to explore Beyond the Pasture.

Our ride yesterday certainly wasn't anything to write home about, unless you want Home to worry about your sanity. We had issues with giving our face, we had issues with bending, and at one point, I'm pretty sure someone thought about bucking someone else off. But we w-t-c again,and we both lived to tell about it. On the bright side, our showmanship cool down went very well. She's really nailing her pivots. Our biggest issue is setting up- I'll go to set her up, and she's like, "Oh, you want me to not move my front right leg? Well here you go, that's the leg I'm moving." Obviously, it's something I'm doing. Other times, she'll get fed up with me nit-picking with her feet, so instead of moving them she'll lean over and stick her nose in my hair. That sounds weird, but I don't know how to explain it any better. I'm sure the judges will understand.

Before I sign off, I just thought of one other bright moment from yesterday's ride: Sienna is beginning to trust me more. Case in point: I did not lock up Bo before our ride, as he was eating hay, and I also didn't feel like it was my responsibility to get someone else's knowingly pain in the arse horse out of the way. Well, long story short, I should have locked him up anyway. This horse has to be in the middle of anything that is going on, which is not in the least bit cute. Especially when I'm trying to lope my very green horse, and he keeps walking up to us to see what it going on. Normally, on Chica, I can run at him and chase him off while screaming like a banshee, but I haven't done much of that on Sienna for obvious reasons. Until last night. I got so fed up with him, that I pointed her at him and trotted at him while making noises not unlike a fire hose. Several times. And she never doubted me once, which is even more amazing when you consider he is over her in the pecking order. I wonder if doing this daily will cause anarchy in the ranks? Because I am so game.

Last but not lease, show pics!

 This describes her in every halter class we went in. Note the twirling umbrella in the background.

 Set up in one of our halter classes!

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Heading off to go ride with the big kids for the first time

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Our First Show!!?!

Chica has always been the horse that I could take to a show, unload, tack up, and hit the show ring with. We'd probably walk away with a high placing, and if we didn't, it was because of something I did, not her. She has always been on her best behavior away from home, and I could generally sleep easily the night before a show without worrying that the next day would be my last on Earth.

Last Thursday, the 19th, I found out about a low-key open show that was happening on Sunday, the 22nd. Three days later. I waffled over going, but the desire to start taking Sienna to shows and expose her to that environment won out, and before I knew it, I had sent in my registration form.

The three days leading up to the show were embarrassingly uneventful. I didn't get home Thursday night until dark, so we didn't get to work then. I had to work Friday night and only made it back at dusk, so we only worked on showmanship. Saturday, I only had time to clip Sienna and practice trailer loading, again due to work. Which left Sunday morning, before the show, for me to bathe, ride, longe and finish clipping... after she hadn't been ridden since Tuesday. Yikes. Fortunately the show didn't start until 1 in the afternoon, and I wasn't leaving until 11:30 that morning.

I tossed and turned in bed Saturday night, wondering if I was making a mistake. I tried telling myself over and over that I was fully able to deal with her if she acted up... and I must have fallen asleep praying that God would protect us and use this show as a great learning experience for her.

Sunday morning, I got up before 8 and went and got Sienna. I tacked her up, hooked up a longe line, and off we went. She was... not good. A period of fighting ensued, including a moment when I was snapping the whip like a mad woman, trying to get her to canter, and a huge group of bicylcists rode by (and probably called PETA afterward). I finally moved to the round pen to longe her further, and then I got on. Suffice it to say, she was terrible. She was anxious and jittery, and I was like, "If you're going to act this way at home, on familiar territory, then I am NOT riding you in any show classes!". To which she probably responded, "Good, that's exactly what I was going for". I ended us on the most positive note I could manage, scrubbed her clean, and began loading up the truck.

She loaded with only a minor incident (she half-loaded and then backed out, with me following at a run while shoving her backwards as a car drove by), and then we were on the road. We followed a new friend to the grounds (she took a very back roads way that made me start to wonder if Death by Sienna at Horse Show was the least of my problems), and I know I talked my roommate's ear off the whole time, I was so nervous.

We got to the place, and it was basically this lady's house. She had a nice sized arena, a trail course, an announcer's box and TONS of parking. Unfortunately, none of it was in the shade. Remind me to train Sienna to ride while I wear one of those umbrella hats.

Not surprisingly, taking a very green horse to a show is VERY different than taking a seasoned horse that you have had 11 years. At first, I was afraid to even unload her- the first time I tried to unhook my divider, she ran backwards while still tied, and I had to slam the divider back shut on her. After she calmed down (and my heartbeat calmed down), I managed to squeeze alongside her while my roommate held the divider in case she tried that again, and then we were able to get off the trailer without further... terror. I immediately grabbed my longe line and whip and headed for the arena, while Sienna screamed her head off (HELP! HELP! WHERE AM I??!). I chose the far back corner of the arena, away from anyone else that might come in, hooked up the longe line, and braced myself... and my little pony just walked off calmly. She looked around, but she just plodded around me a few circles. I tentatively asked for a trot, and she did the most western pleasure, slow jog I have ever seen her do. Someone else came in and started longing her horse too, which Sienna nickered at, but otherwise, she never broke stride. We went the other way, and it was the same thing. She watched other horses that walked by, but she still listened to me when I asked her to whoa/change speed. After 10 minutes of this, there really wasn't anything else I could do, so we walked back to the trailer.

That was just a precursor for the rest of the show. Besides calling to the other horses anytime we were at my trailer, she was WONDERFUL. She didn't fight the show chain in any of the classes. She fell asleep in her halter classes. She set up, pivoted, trotted off, backed, and even trotted in a circle with me (her least favorite thing to do). She did rear a little over by my trailer when we were practicing for our showmanship class and I got her a little too hard with the chain, but I ignored it and continued on with what I was doing, and she quickly forgot about it. There were two judges, and we placed in all of our classes. Jr and Senior mares (out of 9): 3rd under one judge, no place under the other. Showmanship (out of 6): 4th under one judge, 5th under the other. Color Halter (out of 8): 5th under one judge, 6th under the other. I kind of thought we would place higher in showmanship, but I have never had any formal training in it, and so I know I was sloppy. Still, I didn't really care about our placings- I was just tickled to death that she was behaving so well.

They had a 10 minute free ride in the arena after halter. When I first got on, I just walked her around the grounds by my trailer, because I wasn't sure what she was going to do. However, she was behaving so well, I decided to try jogging. And then, because that went so well, we walked over to the arena to try riding with other horses for the first time. She looked around at a lot of them ("What are we doing here?? Why are you here? We're all being ridden now! This is the craziest thing I've ever seen!"), but after a lap, she was listening to me very well. So, we tried jogging around the other horses. She was perfect. I did two laps, and then I was done. She could not have behaved better. One lady tried to talk me into taking her into the riding classes, but I didn't want to push her limits too much when she was being so good. So, we packed it in, and went home.

I am still bubbling with happiness over how well she behaved. I am SO proud of her! It is such a fantastic feeling knowing that my hard work put her there. My roommate took pictures, so I will try to post some asap. And video!

On a different note, Chica got new injections on Monday, so hopefully I can start riding her again soon! Nothing too big, mostly just riding around the pasture... but I miss it so much!!

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Finally! A video!

I've been meaning to get a video of Sienna pivoting (something that I'm very proud of), but living out in the country with only one roommate doesn't really lend itself well to that. Usually, if I remember, I'm either by myself (with no videographer), or I'm too lazy to go get my camera and ask someone to video us. Last night, however, I was hosing Sienna off after riding, and I had the thought that if she for some horrible reason went lame or died after I turned her out, there would be no video proof of what I have taught her. So, into the house I went to get the camera, and then my roommate kindly filmed us trotting, backing and pivoting. Sienna has a giant saddle sweat mark that kind of takes away from it a little, but you can get the point:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t7pNuYdCx_Y&feature=youtu.be

I'm a proud mama! I will try soon to get some riding videos, too.

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Oh, I forgot! PICS!

My friend Patricia came into town this past weekend, and we had a ball- went to see the Hunger Games, bar hopped (definitely not my usual thing), hung out with some other fun people I hadn't seen in a long time... and took pictures in the bluebonnets!

I was seriously going to go get Ramses for these pics, but trying to get 4 animals to sit still was hard enough with the full use of my arms...

I LOVE this picture. And yes, they were looking at me while I said, in a very high-pitched voice, "Are you hunnngry? Want to go for a riiiiiide?" Boy were they/did they.

My sweet boy. Surprisingly, he was the worst behaved during the pics of the three of us. All he wanted to do was roll in the grass... but who can blame him?

For forever, I've wanted to get a picture of Chica and I in the bluebonnets. I haven't because it always required me trailering out and unloading on a highway somewhere- not the best idea. But, since my property is covered with them right now, I was able to mark that off my life's to do list! Up next: ride her on the beach. Unfortunately, she is back to being lame, so that may not happen. I wish I had just gone and done it during our golden years... if she gets back up and running, it's on.

I LOVE BLUEBONNET SEASON!

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Rain, rain, rain...

Don't get me wrong. I love having my horses at my house. In fact, if I had the means to, I would never board my horses again. It is a lot of fun having people to ride with. It is fantastic having classy facilities to use that you didn't have to buy. And it's always nice to have someone that will feed your horse if you're sick or if you need to go out of town.

However, there's nothing like being able to look out your window and watch the sun glint off your horse's back as it rises/sets. There's nothing like getting home from a long day and having quizzical faces demand you feed them before you get a chance to rest and eat dinner yourself. There's nothing like being able to make all decisions without having to clear them with anyone- if I want to leave my horse in the round pen during the day, I do. If I want to put her on stall rest for 24 hours, I do. If I want to run through my pasture wearing only a bikini and mud boots and wave my arms like a chicken at my horses while making high pitched noises, I do. Not to mention the fact that during any sort of natural disaster, sickness, or other emergency, they are only a few steps away.

But boy do I miss having a covered arena!!!

I absolutely refuse to complain about any rain we receive, since there was such a shortage of it last summer. Paying upwards of $12/bale for hay really puts things into perspective. But all of this rain, while being a very good thing, definitely limits my riding/training time with Sienna. On top of not being able to ride when it is raining (which has been happening for several days in a row, lately), my round pen is set up in such a place that it floods and stays very sloppy in the bottom "corner" (yeah, it's not as round as it once was). I've had several close calls while riding on what looked like dry ground that was discovered to be mush when Sienna slipped almost out from under me. Not to mention that I live in a flood plain, so when we get a lot of water, the horses don't have many dry places to go. We do better than a lot of our neighbors, but if I had to evacuate during a flood... I couldn't. Not without swimming the horses (and dogs, and cat) through. But I digress.

If I am ever blessed with my own property and future equines, I definitely want to build a cover arena. I know, I need to start saving up like, 10 years ago. But seriously. I feel like as far along as Sienna is now, she could be even further if we didn't have to take so much time off for the weather. We could possibly be getting our leads down now instead of still working on cantering off on command. She's doing much better on that now (minus almost bucking me off Sunday). But, you have to make do with what you have, and she is doing remarkably well despite our inconsistent schedule.

Speaking of Sunday, my last few rides have been... interesting. Sunday, my parents came up to fix my riding mower (battery was completely dead). They had not met Sienna yet, so I dragged her from the way back of the pasture to say hello. Since they had some time, I saddled her up so they could see everything I had done with her. Things started out great- she showed off her pivot, she flexed well, jogged around happily, tra la la. What I did not take into consideration, however, was that was our first canter-ride where I did not longe her before hand. Oops! I set her up, asked her to canter- and then we bucked the whole way around the pen. I laughed it off, as these were not very big bucks, and kicked- trying to rile her up, as it was- and I was rewarded with a humongo buck that threw me out of the seat and made me lose my right stirrup, followed by several more bucks. I had a vision of me flying into the side of the round pen while she ran by without me. However, I managed to gather myself and get back into the saddle, pick up my stirrup, and keep going. Apparently it didn't look like much to the bystanders (it never does), but it was a pretty close call for me.

After my parents left, Sienna got a good longing in- and then we tried again. She was still hesitant about the right lead, but she picked the left lead up immediately. It was a good note to end on (and, my parents decided to come back so that my dad could mow my grass and my mom could take me to lunch- everyone won (except maybe my dad)!).

Our ride in the pen Monday was excellent- no bucking, and better canter pick ups. I decided to cool her off by riding through the pasture, which I've done before, only this time I thought I'd cross the ravine and go ride over to the barn. I figured she was a big girl, she could handle it, even though Bo and Chica stayed on the round pen side. It wasn't like I was riding in unfamiliar territory, after all.

I figured wrong.

We barely got to the ravine, and she was already walking along on tip-toe, staring at the familiar strip of land like it was the newest, scariest thing in the world. We started serpentine-ing down the ravine, since that was the only way she would walk forward- and then a burst of NOTHING happened, but we were suddenly in reverse. And we stayed in reverse. Like, she forgot that horses usually move by going forward. It was a strange sensation. So, being the stubborn female that I am, I dismounted and we HAULED it through the ravine. I then remounted on the other side, and we kept on course.

But! But! The cows in the pasture next door were mooing! "They've never mooed before!" cried Sienna. Her attention was only on them as we tried to make it a few more steps. My landlord and her children took this time to go out into their backyard, where they had a great view of us. We trotted in circles, strangely drifting closer and closer to the ravine on each circle- she hadn't forgotten that her amigos were waiting on the other side. I started digging into her with my leg, and she responded by kicking at me. Or, at least as at me as she could while I was sitting on her. Someone didn't give her the memo that I don't like that kind of thing. So we did more circles, and then we longed, with me just holding onto the reins. By this point she was all hyped up, and every time she got to the ravine side, she either stopped and faced me or she freaked, simply put. It was frustrating, considering how great our ride had started out. At one point she strided up to me and I backed that thang up while screaming "STAY OUT OF MY SPACE!". It was a show for the non-horse landlords, to say the least. I'm sure I looked like the Wicked Witch of the West, getting after the poor horse who was "not doing anything wrong!". However, I could feel that she was a ticking time bomb in those moments, ready to throw my butt and haul it back to her friends. Her mind was COMPLETELY gone. We longed and backed some more, and then I got on again, and we sat. Quietly. For about 5 minutes. Then I got off and we showmanshipped all the way back across the ravine. For every 3 steps we took forward, we took 5 back. Or we pivoted. Or we stopped and set up. Anything to remind her that I was the one to be worried about- not the absent horses.

I got back on after we crossed the ravine, and the rest of the ride was uneventful. I'm not sure we'll be trying that again for a while, at least not until we have a more consistent foundation. Maybe the weather will be nice to us for the next few weeks- but again, I'll take whatever rain I can get!

Maybe I can convince my landlords to cover our arena. Right after they repair the fences, take down the deer feeder, repair the stall door, repair the outside run...

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Accomplishment.

Now, I'm not one to make a big deal out of nothing (hehe), but I'd like to take a minute to celebrate something that is a pretty huge deal to me: I have succeeded in teaching my new pony how to pivot in hand. YES. It needs polish, of course, but last night we did about 7/8 of a turn before I stopped her. Her half pivots are pretty rockin', so I just wanted to see how much further we could go. Fortunately, Sienna took no offense to my squeals of joy in her ear.

Why is this so HUGE? Well, never having been interested in showmanship before, I never saw a need to teach Chica how to pivot. I thought it was a cool thing to be able to do, but she moves her hindquarters and shoulders away from me when asked, and that serves its purpose. When I started trying to teach her how to pivot, it was like trying to teach someone who only spoke R'lyehian how to formulate the hypothesis of the space-time continuum. Just like that. However, with Sienna, it clicked into place. I'm not really sure why; maybe it's because she's a lot touchier than Chica is. In any event, teaching Sienna is helping me to teach Chica, which is exciting. Hopefully she'll be pivoting her way around the yard soon enough, too.

Hopefully I'll be able to get some video tonight! I forced my roommate to come outside last night so she could watch us pivot around, and Sienna didn't disappoint. I'm so glad for the time change, since now I have more light to work with!

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Intelligent Challenge

Phew! I am not good at this keeping a blog thing. However, since today is looking to be a pretty boring day at the office, I think I'll take some time to write a little and indulge in this double-chocolate-chocolate-chip-muffin I have in front of me.

Yes, it is as good as it sounds.

I'm not sure where I left off last time, so I'll just start at the beginning of the year. I have been wanting a second horse for years; I love Chica to death, and she's so well broke, I can do just about anything with her. As great as she is, though, I was ready for a horse that would offer me a new challenge. An intelligent challenge, if you will. What do I mean by that? I've met many horses that were certainly "just" challenges- these horses reared, tried to rub you off on fences, struck at you, etc. You could work with them until you were blue in the face, hours a day, but when it was all said and done, they still reared, tried to rub you off on fences, or struck at you. Training them was very unfulfilling, because you never saw anything accomplished- or if you thought you did, the next day you would be proved wrong. I don't mind a challenge by any means, as long as it is something we can work through, get over, and be better for after it's done- so I guess by "intelligent challenge" I mean, I wanted a (green) horse with a brain. I wanted something that I didn't feel like I was throwing my efforts away on, that I could connect with on a psychological level.

Chica was a challenge, and I almost got out of riding because of her. However, once I met the right people, we were able to use her attitude against her and make her realize how much better it was to work with me instead of against me. Chica is an incredibly intelligent horse; she knows when she is being seriously asked to do something, and she knows when you're not sure if you want her to do it or not. She definitely knows when the right moment is to get away with something, when she had better do what she's told, or when she needs to get out of there. She is intuitive, and she has picked up English better than a lot of non-native speakers. She knows that shows are for working and not for acting up. I trust her probably more than I should, but I also know when to not trust her. I wish I could turn back the clock for her, because if she were able to do the things a younger horse could again, I think the world would be at our feet. Chica was (and sometimes still is) an intelligent challenge.

Which brings me back to the beginning of 2012. I had decided not to get another horse at the moment, mostly because I did not have the upfront money for buying one. "Ok, God," I said. "I'll try to wait for your perfect timing... but in the meantime, I'm going to keep looking at dreamhorse.com and day dreaming. And hoping that something changes soon, because I feel like a waste of space right now."

January 3rd, 9:23 AM: I am sitting at work, minding my own, when my grandmother calls. I answer, thinking it's an update about her health, as she had a scare over the Christmas holidays. "So," she says, "how would you feel about a free, registered horse?" The only thing I could think to say was, "... ... ... ... ...I'm listening."  She then proceeds to tell me about a friend of a friend who has too many horses and not enough riders. One of these excess horses is a 2006 APHA solid paint bred mare. I almost turned her down right away, on account of the mare being a SPB and therefore not being worth much to prospective buyers. However, the more we talked about it, and the more I wrapped my mind around the fact that my grandmother was calling to offer me a free horse, the more the idea seemed more like Someone's perfect timing rather than something out of the blue.

Long story short, I went and checked out the mare (who they called Gemma), and I ended up bringing this home:

Of course, it rained on me from the time right after I loaded her into the trailer all the way home. I unloaded her in a strange place, in the rain, with Bo and Chica running around like maniacs, by myself... and she didn't kill me, so I figured we were off to a good start.

She integrated SO well with Chica that it had to be more divine doing. Chica normally likes the boys more than the girls, but she and (now) Sienna became bffs from the moment they were turned out together. Chica is still top dog, and Sienna is at the bottom of the totem pole, but she's a great pariah- she never questions her placing, and she gets out of anyone's way to avoid being bitten/kicked.

Training Sienna has gone SO smoothly and so well. She backs up better in hand than Chica ever has. She can now do a quarter pivot, something I could never figure out how to teach Chica. Wednesday she started squaring up for the first time on command. She has gotten me interested in showmanship, something I never really cared about before. She picked up longing very quickly, too. She knows "walk on", "trot", and "canter" now. I KNOW that she knows "whoa" as well, but she likes to try to convince me otherwise occasionally.

As far as riding goes, she has picked things up so quickly there, too. The first time I rode her was in a halter, as her previous owners said she had never had a bit in her mouth, and that did not go so well. We did not whoa, we did not turn, and we walked wherever she thought was best. I introduced her to the bit after that, and drove her a little, and the next time I rode her went SO MUCH BETTER. She has progressed leaps and bounds since then. Transitioning to the trot was nothing. We can trot to the moon and back, and she would not care. I started riding her out in the pasture, as opposed to the round pen, so that she would not look for the rail to lean on- and the first time we rode out there, she definitely felt it's lack. But we got to where we were trotting figure eights, small circles, large circles, etc. We even went on a trail ride in the pasture, with my sister riding Chica. I wore a helmet, hehe. She did so so well, even with my sister trotting Chica towards and away from us. There was only one time when she thought she might take off for Bo, who was calling to them the whole time, but I shut her down quickly and she was fine.

Which brings us to the next big step- the canter. The weather this past weekend was perfect, and I decided to give it a go. Nevermind that Courtney was out of town- I had my trusty helmet on! We warmed up, trotted around, I braced myself, and then I slid my foot back, kissed, and said "canter!" like I do when we longe. Our trot picked up speed, Sienna's ears went back. I gave an easy kick, as she sometimes likes to overreact. "Canter!" Suddenly, we were crow-hopping across the round pen, but then we were cantering! It was so like my first experience cantering Reyolena, my project colt for a class I took, that I had to laugh. We tried it both directions, and we quit after she made it around without falling out of it. I definitely found out that day that her weak lead is her left, like Chica's. She will pick it up, but then she switches to cross-firing in the back.

We still have a lot of work to do in order to pick up the canter when first asked and stay in it. I'm just thrilled that she hasn't thrown me so far, although there have been a couple of close calls. Unrelatedly, I am also thrilled that Sienna has shed a lot of her winter coat, and her summer coat is starting to look slick and shiny. With her brand new feet from getting shod Friday, and her recently (very) shortened mane, she looks almost nothing like she did when I first got her.

I have to say that she is the intelligent challenge I was looking for. I have to constantly adapt my methods to explain something to her, as she is a lot touchier than Chica. Yet every time I interact with her, I can see improvement from our last pow-wow.

Here is a link to a video of us trotting from Monday (2/26) night. I am so proud of her "whoa" under saddle, it's not even funny. There is also an... interesting video of us cantering on that account. Well, cantering, trotting, cantering, trotting, whip, whip, KICK, cantering. It's not very pretty, but until she learns that she can canter off immediately under saddle like she does when being longed, I'm not going to worry about that.

I'm very much looking forward to what the future will bring for us. I thank God every day for giving me another great horse to spend time with. I hope that He will continue to make the decisions for my future mounts, because so far, He's 2 for 2!

I will end this rather long post with the most adorable thing that happened last weekend:

Fiona is so presumptuous in assuming she can lay on whoever she pleases. She does it to me in the mornings when I wake up- she crawls up to my face, sticks her nose in my eye, lays on top of my chest, then stretches and howls. She crawls on top of Romeo when they are playing. And that night, she decided to stretch out and use Ramses as a pillow. He actually didn't mind, either- until she started cleaning out his ear. He got out of there pretty fast once that business started.

Have a great weekend!

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