I’ve upped the long distance running a bit. Still putting in hours at this beautiful breeding and training farm. And riding Miss Dissatisfaction.
And, taken on a second job.
That last one is the clincher.
Things have been happy, just much too busy. Tiny amount of time left for writing. But with you readers being so fantastic and checking in on us so often, of course you’ll get more updates on what we’re doing his fall!!
Just don’t hold your breath 🙂 .
Breathing. Who’s got time for that?
Oh, and Dice says – “Hi!” He still gets his outings. I think we’re both a little addicted to Redwood trees.
What does it look like? Maybe an endless stream of negativity about horse sport, in just about any discipline.
Ever thought about how that shapes what you think, making your sport feel hopeless, a lost case where every one takes short cuts, or worse?
After some of the larger international dressage competitions, half of the Facebook feed seems to be about contorted necks and horses working in pain.
Heated discussions about shady training techniques.
In other disciplines – spur marks, bloody froth, draw reins, horses dying from over exertion, riding with all sorts of training gadgets, and even some temper tantrum millennial mishandling her horse in the show ring after falling off at a jump.
Should thatdecide what you think of modern horse sport? Would it change if we would mostly see good training, good riding, good showing, good horsemanship?
Just a small change of focus can really make a difference. We do what we see others do. We become what we do.
Trying really hard to not focus on bad riding over here, looking up to good riding.
Far from perfect, I’m trying. It really matters what we look at.
This site is mostly safe – not much behind the vertical stuff here. Because it shapes what we think.
Miss Gray decided she wanted to lead the entire herd in the pasture.
She’s not really cut out for leader material, and was becoming unpleasantly bossy. Three of them are pregnant, while also in full work, and can’t really afford to risk an injury. Everybody lives out at this ranch, Grand Prix horses or not, and it’s important that the dynamics are right.
Easy enough – she had to move in with another group in a new pasture.
Here’s the first day.
Introductions went very well, as they always do with Valiosa.
Mistie, a retired gray mare checked her out briefly, and decided that, nope, I’m too old for any type of wild stuff.
The three of them, Valiosa, Mistie and Harper, a young compact size Warmblood mare, have been getting along for a week now.
But Mistie seems like she’d rather not have any new extra energetic pasture mates. She keeps coming up for scratches and to have her picture taken.