My boyfriend learned an extremely valuable (i.e., expensive) lesson the other day. Never let a barrel racer take your rope horse to the vet.
I recently took my filly to her very first public outing and she behaved just as you might assume a 3-year-old would.
Admiring someone else’s style doesn’t require you to completely copy them.
I’d been flirting with the idea for several months, but with relatively no thought of actually following through with purchasing a new horse. Fast-forward seven months and here I am with a beautiful palomino filly. The only problem is, well she’s 2 and let’s be honest I have no business with a 2-year-old.
I almost cried in my trailer last night. It wouldn’t be the first time; I’ve actually hung an extra towel in there in case the floodgates open. Over the last several years, frustration, depression, and embarrassment have all found an outlet in that tiny tack room.
Don't let yourself become complacent in your training, always strive to be better and keep learning.
With the terror of judgmental stares hovering down on me I’ve never gotten up off of the ground so fast in my life.
Training is a funny thing, a constant balancing act of keeping the broad result in mind and not sweating the small stuff yet also taking your horse’s progress one day, one ride, one session at a time.
Bringing a colt back for the first time after a winter hiatus can go exactly how you expect it to...or not.
Who would have thought the ground could be so scary?
I had plans to write this blog recounting the time this week when Cinco decided that the water I was offering him after his run was in fact a deadly poison.
Instead, I want to write about riding the horse you’re on.
Sometimes you try to lope a circle but it’s more like kayaking a diamond.
Sometimes it takes a moment to appreciate that even on the bad days, we are living someone’s dream.
Taci Bettis winning The American was good for all of us.
You may delay, but time will not, and lost time is never found again. – Benjamin Franklin
Many times, getting help from someone who actually knows what they’re doing is just what you need to go from plunking around to progressing forward with a young horse.
Instead of doubting myself, I'm taking this as an opportunity to learn from someone more experienced and grow as a horseman and trainer instead. Even the greats were a little green in the beginning.
The mental anguish I felt was intense. I’ve done everything correctly. I’m on a deadline. I can’t have a setback like this! I imagine you’ve had times in your life you’ve felt this way, too.
Wow, I am not qualified for this. How did this happen? How am I suddenly in charge of making sure this really nice horse successfully reaches adulthood and turns into a productive member of barrel racing society?
I’ve been a little discouraged. Daylight Savings Time has really cramped my style and inadvertently caused doubt to creep in.