Many times, getting help from someone who actually knows what they’re doing is just what you need to go from plunking around to progressing forward with a young horse.
I’ve been a little discouraged. Daylight Savings Time has really cramped my style and inadvertently caused doubt to creep in.
My boyfriend learned an extremely valuable (i.e., expensive) lesson the other day. Never let a barrel racer take your rope horse to the vet.
I had plans to write this blog recounting the time this week when Cinco decided that the water I was offering him after his run was in fact a deadly poison.
Instead, I want to write about riding the horse you’re on.
With the terror of judgmental stares hovering down on me I’ve never gotten up off of the ground so fast in my life.
The mental anguish I felt was intense. I’ve done everything correctly. I’m on a deadline. I can’t have a setback like this! I imagine you’ve had times in your life you’ve felt this way, too.