One more piece of advice and I shall step off my soapbox. I am sorry in advance if you do not like hearing this and I probably sound very similar to your dad.That’s really good advice… expensive but good advice. Dad’s gonna be mad
We are eventually hoping to get another horse to keep Auggie company once he moves to my farm. I say that we should get a mini pony, but dad doesn’t want one. He says that they don’t do anything besides look cute.
Russ sounds amazing. And he is stunning.
My friend gave me one of her western bridles. It has a rubber bit. Apparently Auggie responds really well to it.
When I hopped on him bareback on Friday, I used the bridle. I was “neck reining” him. I don’t think I was doing it correctly, but thats something I’ll work on.
He stops really well. I just gently tugged on the reins to stop him and he halted. Lenny would still walk across the arena.
I can’t wait to go to the barn tonight. I’m going around 5pm to ride and buy him. My dad is coming to watch, and he almost never watches me ride.
I’m gonna canter and I am so excited. I really hope that his canter is nice.
I need to learn how to lunge a horse… I think I already mentioned that he bucks when he’s not been ridden for a while… and it’s been 4 months.
Happy Mother’s Day y’all!
I believe you are close in age to my daughter who turned 16 yesterday.
Get a Job, part-time is fine.
Rosie works hard, does well in school and takes honors classes and maintains a wonderful grade point average. She does not drink, do drugs or drive me crazy with boys....yet, it is coming very soon. What she does do is "have" to have a new piece of tack at every horse show. Roblox, omg the roblox money cards. I have also spent a small fortune on art supplies which thankfully she takes very good care of and her new hobby of doing her nails.
The last few weeks she has been paid to mow both our grass and the yard down grandma's once a week. It is time though. Time for a part-time job. Babysitting, mowing lawns, restaurant or whatever, the Bank of Mom is getting fed up.