The (not so) Inner Whinings of an Impatient Rambler

Well, I found out the other day that what was planned to be the highlight of my summer was no longer going to be possible. Last summer, I had the privilege of training a pony for my stable. His name is formal name is Casanova, but we call him Shadow and he was bought from a meat auction. He was purchased as a 7 year old stallion, and we found out that he had been bred before, and had been mishandled and abused, and had never had a saddle on his back. After being gelded (thank goodness), he was brought to the school, and given to me to work with. He started out being afraid of anyone who lifted a hand around his head, and kicking out at anyone who tried to touch his hind legs.

By the end of my three months with him, he could be touched and handled with hardly any spooking, could do all his basic work under saddle, and was starting to jump small fences. He was by far the most gentle and well-behaved pony I have ever had the pleasure of riding. He went into the school for the winter and has progressed so well. When I was home to ride over Christmas break, we were jumping full courses of little jumps. The highlight of my summer was going to be to take him to his first horse show.

Unfortunately, a friend's horse came up with an injury and as a replacement, my coach suggested she show Shadow. So yesterday, my Shadow pony made his debut with another rider. And as disappointed as I was that it wasn't me riding, I couldn't remain so. HE WAS A STAR!! He didn't bat an eyelash at the different barn or the different horses or the scary decorations on the jumps.

So here he is, Shadow ridden by my friend Emily<3







And then I got to Spend some time with my other guy, Tobasco, who is my pride and joy.








I love my boys so much! They just make all the cares of the world go away...and I just can't help showing them off