I made this blog with another idea in mind for it, but then I never used it. It wasn't really on a subject that I knew amazingly well. So now, since I made a "test" banner and it turned out decently, I figured I might as well put it to good use. And since I am comfortable and (for the most part) know what I'm talking about, when I talk about horses, I might as well blog about it.
I'm not claiming to be some master trainer. I have my beliefs and I know that many people are divided in them. I'm not out to preach, or make people use my methods. I'm just saying it how I see it, so don't shoot me down if you don't like it. I've seen many things, and I'm getting great at deciding what I don't like.
A little about my "career" (as it just begins)...
It all started way back when I was a wee child of probably one years old, and it was Canada's Day, and my mother took me to the fair/celebration at City Hall, and there they were. The pony rides. I went on those suckers for as long as I could, every single year. Until one vacation in Montreal, my family went on a trail ride with "crazy French speaking horses", as my mother likes to call them. I was not yet seven, and got put on a horse by myself, who upon sensing I was clearly a beginner with no upper body strength at all, took direct advantage of. He walked pretty much every where but the trail, ate all the grass he could get at (which, obviously, there was plenty). My mother was just a little panicked as she kept calling to the trail guide, "Um... my daughter? Her horse is going in the other direction?!?" As an unseasoned rider, and never before riding on my own, I was doing pretty well. Or so I thought. As it was a Western trail, I was never told to not keep my hands in front of the horn. Hands behind the horn plus horse constantly putting his head down to eat equals my knuckles in pretty rough shape at the end of the hour. We all got off, and are back at the car, and as my mother bandages up my bloody knuckles (every one was bleeding, and I still have slight scarring) I announced to her, "That was the best thing ever. I want to start riding." My mother, always the skeptic, asked me if I was serious (as she's cleaning up the damage). But, she dutifully signed me up for lessons, (making sure that they were English, so there wasn't a horn on the saddle!)
Needless to say, from that day forth I was hooked. I rode English jumper from age seven to eleven, took a break during one summer because I was getting tired of the push to jump, jump, JUMP! all the time. So I meandered into soccer, (we won the entire league tournament, woot for numba ones!) but I decided that it wasn't for me, horses were my true love and set about finding another barn, and a different discipline.
Western. Back to the saddles with the horns. Granted, this time they taught me how to ride with my hands in front (although I had learned that due to the English lessons). I rode solid Western only for about... three years, before I started dabbling in English again. I also got into Western Speed events, showing Performance and Speed, have done a littttttle bit of Team Penning (so much fun!) and work with my baby and love of my life, Pete. (See picture above...)
Then, I always had decided that I was going to work in the horse industry, and I thought I had a pretty firm grasp on that. Grade 12 I worked at a barn for co-op four days a week, one day at school (Horse lover's dream, or what?) and then I applied for the Equine Diploma program at U of G - Kemptville Campus, and took major private lessons to get my Western Level 4 (OEF), and got accepted. So that September, I was off to University! It was definitely an experience, life and career. I have now opened more avenues that I could possibly work in, (Dairy and Beef cattle) and did not come out knowing exactly what I want to do for the rest of my life. Clearly, I'm still a work in progress.
Peter. :) I've known him since he was two, he's now nine (geez how time flies). We have been through it alll. Pete is definitely another post to himself, but I put all the work into him that he has in him. So I'm pretty proud of what I and him have accomplished. We are a team, through and through. Although, I do wish he was a little bigger! He's a Grade-A mutt, a mix of (I think) Morgan, Appaloosa, Quarter Horse, and some type of pony? Or he's just all horse and never grew. Sadly, he is only 14.2hh. And he kind of has short legs so he'd be an amazing gymkhana pony, not so good in speed against Thoroughbreds and huge Quarter horses. But conformation wise, you can't go wrong. He's got a big head, but his legs are good, he has amazing feet (he doesn't wear shoes) and he's got the short back of the Quarter horse.
I'm a little on the biased side, I love QH's. They're my breed of choice. I appreciate all other breeds, and I know that they have uses too, but there's just something about the raw power in the tiny QH body. (Gotta love that old stock).
Well that's quite the first entry... I think I'll end it there before I run out of space!
xoxo
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