Gure-Nii
After the other day, I've been spending most of today - my day off from the barn - just chilling out, working out, and thinking. I'm not totally hopeless, but for all the progress I've made, I have more to make. The thought just overwhelmed me the other day.
I. Another Story ('Charlie')
Charlie is officially up for sale now, with advertisements, the whole nine yards, because everyone is sick of his new attitude on life. I can't help partially blaming Caroline for her temporary attatchment to him, when he should have been doing just dressage and really building a future for himself.
But there's nothing I can really do about that. I've needed to get some jumping underneath me, regardless. Anybody should be able to jump up to three feet proficiently, even dressage riders, and the fact of the matter is, I can jump three feet, but not as well as I can anything beneath that height.
II. Which Brings Me To Another Story Entirely
I've been told - by reliable sources - that as soon as the good man, Charlie, leaves, I'll get moved onto Spending Spree (Spree), a horse whose breeding I'm unsure of and who is difficult as hell to put together.
...but he jumps, where good Charles did not.
So he's the better of the two horses for my development, and I need to learn to ride all sorts, not just the greenies. Regardless to what most people say, at this stage in my riding, I prefer greenies, because you teach them so you know what goes into them.
Spree is a whole 'nother ball game, and as soon as Charlie gets sold, I'll have to learn the rules.
I. Another Story ('Charlie')
Charlie is officially up for sale now, with advertisements, the whole nine yards, because everyone is sick of his new attitude on life. I can't help partially blaming Caroline for her temporary attatchment to him, when he should have been doing just dressage and really building a future for himself.
But there's nothing I can really do about that. I've needed to get some jumping underneath me, regardless. Anybody should be able to jump up to three feet proficiently, even dressage riders, and the fact of the matter is, I can jump three feet, but not as well as I can anything beneath that height.
II. Which Brings Me To Another Story Entirely
I've been told - by reliable sources - that as soon as the good man, Charlie, leaves, I'll get moved onto Spending Spree (Spree), a horse whose breeding I'm unsure of and who is difficult as hell to put together.
...but he jumps, where good Charles did not.
So he's the better of the two horses for my development, and I need to learn to ride all sorts, not just the greenies. Regardless to what most people say, at this stage in my riding, I prefer greenies, because you teach them so you know what goes into them.
Spree is a whole 'nother ball game, and as soon as Charlie gets sold, I'll have to learn the rules.