The Wisdom to Know the Difference

Reb wasn't tacked when I went into the barn. Funnily enough, he'd damaged his ligament sometime last year, and here I was again, limping — was he himself limping again? Apparently not... and I tacked him up with no worries, led him to the indoor, mounted, lead the ride down to the outdoor, not a …

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Why Not to Give Up

Oh, Tuesday. I had Rebel, we were outside, there was a massive puddle between E and C, and he had decided that it had my name on it. He was spooking at a teeny tiny one between C and M, and in open order, I kept going back over it, to get him to look …

Rebel is Annoying— Again

Remember how last Tuesday was amazing? This Tuesday was crap. The mood in the barn was... edgy, jumpy, something, the horses, post-prandial, literally feeling their oats. The music was too loud and I turned it down as always— poor Argo is directly across from the speakers, and the noise drives him demented. Mr Bojangles initiated grooming …