"Colt" all trussed up and ready to show off his skills!
I couldn't believe the day had finally come. After a long, both exciting and exhausting summer, we were here, in the ring, showing off the beautiful blue coat and glimmering ebony mane, in his silver and gray leather tack. He looked...proud. So different from the skittish boy who freaked out at all loud sounds who came to me months ago. He was a beautiful gelding, well filled out, despite his young age. As we recieved a nod from the judges, I mounted the saddle, and we set off, performing our reining routine. With twirls, sliding stops, and lead-changes, we seemed a very smooth, collected pair. I felt a bond with him- and he did with me as well, I thought. The way his ears swiveled back to be ready for cues, or the way he'd nudge me whenever I stood by him- it was as though we were both in a herd, and I was his new lead mare. I loved that silly colt, to the moon and back.
On days when we weren't training, we'd go for swims in the pasture creeks. He had taken a liking to cutting cattle as well- that would be our next project, after we finished today's expedition. They seemed to like it- I saw a few nods, before yanking my full attention back into the event, my breathing fast and light as I drove him down the center for our final stop.
Hopping off, I waited eagerly to see what the judges would say. How did we do? Could I really keep my boy?
I glanced down at the forms handed back to me, my name on the top, with my mustang's registered name on the bottom.
"WHS Rushing Rapids"- "Lir"
I couldn't believe the day had finally come. After a long, both exciting and exhausting summer, we were here, in the ring, showing off the beautiful blue coat and glimmering ebony mane, in his silver and gray leather tack. He looked...proud. So different from the skittish boy who freaked out at all loud sounds who came to me months ago. He was a beautiful gelding, well filled out, despite his young age. As we recieved a nod from the judges, I mounted the saddle, and we set off, performing our reining routine. With twirls, sliding stops, and lead-changes, we seemed a very smooth, collected pair. I felt a bond with him- and he did with me as well, I thought. The way his ears swiveled back to be ready for cues, or the way he'd nudge me whenever I stood by him- it was as though we were both in a herd, and I was his new lead mare. I loved that silly colt, to the moon and back.
On days when we weren't training, we'd go for swims in the pasture creeks. He had taken a liking to cutting cattle as well- that would be our next project, after we finished today's expedition. They seemed to like it- I saw a few nods, before yanking my full attention back into the event, my breathing fast and light as I drove him down the center for our final stop.
Hopping off, I waited eagerly to see what the judges would say. How did we do? Could I really keep my boy?
I glanced down at the forms handed back to me, my name on the top, with my mustang's registered name on the bottom.
"WHS Rushing Rapids"- "Lir"
