Today – 1 full year since Valiosa came!
Want to take a quick review with me? There is one particular photo I’ve been looking forward to sharing for a whole year. The one from the first day, of course!
There she is, just arrived at Blue Horse Farm, a brave 3-year old.
A few weeks earlier, looking sweet enough at her breeder, below. It wasn’t exactly a cake walk from the beginning. (And then again, if it was all easy, why would this be so much fun any way?)
Starting from scratch with an unhandled horse, no cake mix in a box…
Taking her home involved her first running straight on top of me out of the stall, breaking away twice, cantering around the rows of stalls with stallions. Once finally home, ending up living in the filthy shipping halter for two weeks while learning how to be reliably caught in pasture.
Besides, not endless pictures of everything we did, just a few favorites from when someone was actually around to take a shot.
In December – some hand walking alone on trails all tacked up.
Lunging in the open arena.
Christmas ride, no steering. The fabulous handwalker ditched us at the parking lot.
February – spending a month at Dorado Andaluz living with other Andalusian mares in pasture. Next to Fenix/Gumer, stallion, here. (Wish I could go back!!!)
Riding, sort of, at Dorado Andaluz.
Spending some really good days with my boys back home.
March, awkward rides, where she’d sometimes leave the arena.
Many short trailer outings with my friend Nancy. She loads and travels like a pro now.
And countless trail walks on her own.
May. Thinking she’s All ‘Dat.
Bit of road walking. Even early morning, that’s too gnarly here with traffic…
June – That awkward ride to the vet’s office for an ultrasound. When someone was sort of faking a pregnancy. Not me.
July, a month spent living at Raise The Bar Farm. And experiencing training in an arena with a rail.
August – Moving in to Twisted Oak Ranch.
September – Going to her very first show. And taking home a Blue Ribbon at Intro Level!
October – Taking a short break from any type of progress after giving me a concussion in pasture.
November – Well on her way to grow up
Trying very hard not to mess up. Doing the training on your own, that’s pretty much an oxymoron.
She’s a very forgiving little 4-year old. Come back and see us fumble some more!