I realized it has been about five months since I updated everyone on Ax and The Mystery Lameness of 2017, meaning I left off saying I had an unrideable horse and no plans for the future other than keeping said horse sound. Spoiler alert: Thankfully, Ax is now rideable and we are trudging through rehab.
After a summer of staying on property and plodding around the outdoor, I was super excited to join a group of riders that were attending a fall hunter pace right around the corner from the barn. Sadly, my enthusiasm was short-lived.
Ax is your stereotypical Warmblood gelding—big and dopey. While I often joke that not much goes on in his little brain inside his tiny head, I imagine his thoughts are entirely about food, being lazy, and being distracted by shiny objects. I love him, but he isn’t exactly the sharpest crayon in the box. WelcomeContinue reading “The Inner Monologue of Ax”
After such a gross horse show the weekend before, a hunter pace was just what Ax and I needed to have some fun while we are stuck in this awful rut. This one was rumored to have small, adult ammy-friendly jumps and some pretty views, so Ax and I jumped at the chance to go—literally.
Blood when I pricked my finger on an old staple when checking my horse’s show stall for nails, sweat when it warmed up for the two seconds the sun was out all weekend, and tears when I realized that this wasn’t what I wanted to do. Mostly tears.