by landofmakebelieve » Fri Oct 31, 2014 2:31 pm
Red snorted with frustration as he seemed to be calling to her, but moving away at the same time. The sorrel mare quickened her pace to a fast gallop and whinnied for him to wait up.
Killer whinnied and grazed upon one of the flat grasslands of the island. He could smell mares, other stallions and of course, the ever present smell of the sea.
Wave cantered along a beach, her small hooves digging deep into the sand and the ocean water sprayed up onto her belly. 'Ocean Spray...' She thought. 'Maybe that's what I'll name my next foal.' The bay tobiano mare slowed to a trot, then stopped, looking around.
(Sorry guys, I had a dance)

hello, bonjour
please call me believe
herro der mes amis, i am believe. proud canadian, ottb loving, colt breaking, nfr dreaming. pictured on the left is my racetrack reject, landofmakebelieve, aka molly, moo, shmoo, whatever name comes to mind x] molly is a 10 year old canadian bred thoroughbred mare, and standing at about 16.2hh, we look a little wonky when we chase cans, but la dee da that's alright. molly and i tried several disciplines. i tried desperately to get her to catch on to dressage, but unfortunately, she still has the race bred mind and is all go. however, together we found a discipline which we could both enjoy; western gaming. this summer we started travelling to barrel races locally. our current record on a standard size pattern is 17.314 and we are improving with every run. and to all the low budget barrel racers out there such as myself, a word of advise; chin up darling. you may not have a million dollar mount under your butt, but you and your crossbred, rejected, hard headed, rescue baby can do it. you know why? cause those girls sitting in their custom circle y's, upon shiny, top of the line mounts are full of themselves. they think there's no way they can lose. they get cocky. stay humble, believe in yourself, in your horse, and most importantly ride your little heart out.