This maelstrom of writ and video does serve a purpose, I promise. Stay with me here. Last August, I achieved every 6 year old girl's dream and bought a pony of my very own.
Except, I bought an untrained horse with...oh...certain idealistic notions in mind that I was going to create a dressage horse out of the unmolded clay that is a plucky chestnut mare with loads of personality (pictured above).
This blog is the true story of my training adventures with Nic. Pull up a rug, it's story time, as the horse and I try hard to not kill each other as we meader down the Yellow Brick Road towards true dressage enlightenment. On the way, we meet such interesting characters as:
The Trainer (with something like 30 years of riding experience)
Bff Steph (the sage advisor who brings perspective to this training wonderland, with something like 20+ years of riding experience)
Mr. Sister (my sister, with 15+ years of riding experience)
The Old Biddy Club (those gifted arm chair experts with their opinions!, with questionable riding experience)
And More!
On a more serious note, this is an unvarnished view of my experiences with Nic and with training her. I attempt to be basically honest about how things are going, where I fall short, the pitfalls we experience, as well as our successes, in order to paint a true picture, regardless of how ugly, humiliating, sublime, or mundane the events may be. While it is tempting to save face, validation by other's opinions is unnecessary, so I'm going to let actual events stand as their own testimony.
I may be right sometimes, and other times I may be wrong - this blog is about presenting the whole picture, not a filtered representation.
