Bᴀᴄᴋᴡᴀʀᴅ's Rɪᴅɪɴɢ Dᴇᴛᴀɪʟs
Bᴏᴀʀᴅ, Lᴇᴀsᴇ, Oᴡɴ, Lᴇssᴏɴs
For right now, I just take lessons. I've been riding about two years now, and my mom doesn't believe I'm ready to own my own horse yet. My dad's talking about moving to bigger property with a horse barn and getting me my own mare, but we haven't decided yet. We might lease one over the summer to see what it would be like. I do have a horse that I call my own, but he's really just another lesson horse. He's amazing. I'll elaborate on him below.
Dɪsᴄɪᴘʟɪɴᴇ
I ride Western, and it's just for pleasure. I'm switching to English, though, over the summer to try it out! I'm really excited. If I stick with English, I'll start to do cross country ... maybe.
Fᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ Oғғ-Sᴀᴅᴅʟᴇ Aᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ
I'm not sure. Horses are pretty much my love, and not much else ... I have to admit, I don't mind cleaning out stalls. Not that I end my day thinking, Boy, I sure loved cleaning out horse dung. It's just ... part of being a horseback rider; something that you have to do. I also like sketching. So I guess that counts as my off-saddle activity.
Oᴛʜᴇʀ
I don't think there's anything else.
Aʙᴏᴜᴛ Nɪᴄ
Bᴀʀɴ Nᴀᴍᴇ
We just call him Nic.
Sʜᴏᴡ Nᴀᴍᴇ
Pops Skippa Nick.
Gorgeous, no? He's twenty-three. He deserves to be called "Pops."
Bʀᴇᴇᴅ
American Quarter Horse
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ
He's a stallion.
And a very handsome one at that.
Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
Handsome.
He's ... um ... I don't know how tall. He's a strawberry roan. He's usually coated in mud, because he likes to roll around in the dirt right after it rains ... He has a scar on the left side of his face because he got into a fight with another stallion at the stables.
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
He's friendly and loving, especially when you bring some carrots. Or Cool Ranch Dortios. Those are his favorites. He's usually a bit stubborn, and you have to really focus if you don't want him to end up taking you in the middle of his pasture. He's quite the braggart, and you can usually find him with his head high when he's near other stallions. Especially Cinna, the one he got in a fight with [mentioned above].
Qᴜɪʀᴋs
My instructor and I call this his old-man walk. He's twenty-three, which is somewhat old for a horse. Not old, but you know ... somewhat old. When you first tell him to walk, he starts at this really fast pace, gets his head bobbing. Like he's power-walking around the mall. And then, once he realizes you're going to be in the saddle for a while, he starts to slow down.
Oᴛʜᴇʀ
One. He's not my horse. Sadly. He belongs to our stable owner. She has a name, but it's not to be mentioned on the site.
Two. I want you all to know that neither horse was hurt in the fight mentioned below "appearance," and that both horses are very happy. They're both old men, so I don't think they were fighting over a mare. The story's unclear, and my instructor wouldn't tell me the whole thing. Nic's scar has almost healed by now, and only a little trace is left. I was just putting this here, because I can envision some people freaking out about it. No worries, people.