Self-preservation
My riding buddy and I headed out for a mellow evening ride last week. The ponies were sound. We knew we were short on daylight. I knew my saddle was shifting, so every thirty seconds or so I’d look back … Continue reading →
My riding buddy and I headed out for a mellow evening ride last week. The ponies were sound. We knew we were short on daylight. I knew my saddle was shifting, so every thirty seconds or so I’d look back … Continue reading →
Yes, saddle fitting is a recurring theme around here. Yes, I’m really, really tired of it too. Earlier in April, I had both my boyfriend and a beginner friend ride Fetti on separate occasions – in different saddles. Both had … Continue reading →
This is why we can’t have pretty braids anymore. Normal braids it is.
Continue reading →I’ve re-written this two or three times now. This is not the same post it was originally; this is not the same post it was two months ago. Taking the winter off was not ideal for Confetti. It wasn’t ideal … Continue reading →
Before I went off to college and started riding ponies, I rode at a intro-type hunter barn. Not super competitive, but a great barn to learn at with a lot of well-trained lesson horses. I’ve been saying for a while … Continue reading →
On Saturday, Confetti turned twenty. We had a delightful mediocre ride in the woods during which she needed to pee but adamantly refused to do so. She was behind my leg for the majority of the ride. It wasn’t terrible, … Continue reading →