|I fell in love with another grey mare.|
Because that's totally unexpected...
Love, love, love.
|At least everyone else's horses have good manes.|
Makes it easier to ignore the pony's pitiful one.
And I'm even further convinced of the conspiracy to get me to ride large horses, since she's somewhere around 15-15.1hh. She doesn't look that big, even when you're standing next to her, since she's so well balanced and put together...but reaching for that stirrup on a flat mount, you know exactly how tall she really is. But I did flat-mount her.
|Very well-trained, but still "trail green" and has to look at|
things like dead cactus and downed logs. And unexpected
picnic tables and random benches in the middle of nowhere.
Definitely the kind of horse I like to ride: Super-responsive to rein and leg, maybe needs a little bit of support along the trail learning curve as she figured out things like uneven footing, rocks, and hills...but that makes me feel like an active, engaged rider...and teaching trail savvy is way easier (at least for me) than trying to teach a died-in-the-wool, old-time endurance horse how to leg-yield. But that's just me and my preference. :) Guess the old show ring is never too far away...