Ex-dressage Rider
I guess I really shouldn’t call myself an ex-dressage rider. I continue to use the same principles in my riding, I just now ride in a western saddle most of the time.
From dressage rider to cowgirl wannabe to trail rider – all the horse lovin’ is here
I guess I really shouldn’t call myself an ex-dressage rider. I continue to use the same principles in my riding, I just now ride in a western saddle most of the time.
Families are an interesting thing. And I have two of them: my adoptive family and my biological family. Unfortunately, both my families have gotten smaller. My adoptive Dad died 25 years ago. My adoptive brother died 13 years ago. And my adoptive Mom died about 17 months ago. And now my biological Dad died on…
I feel as though I should introduce my animal crew. The newest member of the family is Java, a German Shepherd, Golden Retriever mix.
I’ve been dancing around this horse trailer driving thing for years. But I swear, this is going to be the year that I become an expert at hitching, backing, and all around maneuvering this monster.
There’s a lot of meltage going on And it’s not a good thing Cuz a freeze is a cominnn tonight. I could be a songwriter. Or not… I about broke my neck trying to walk to the barn in the dark this morning. There’s some snow, some grass, a lot of ice, and puddles resting…