Levi--He's Liz's new horse, a speckled gray Thoroughbred, I believe. He's somewhat green when it comes to jumping, but Liz has been working with him on that. I've seen his cat-leaps gradually turn into basic hunter format. So kudos to Liz for getting him that far! He's also very spooky. And I mean very. Once, on a trail, he nearly dumped Liz when he discovered he was mere centimeters from stepping on the only bright green cluster of leaves in the midst of the dead brown compost layer.
Ashley Heslop--She's tall and hyper. And her favorite phrase is "Hey, Ms. Wilson! Guess what?" Often times simple concepts go right over her head, but when it comes to the difficult, nit-picky components of riding, she proves she's more than just confident. Ashley discovered early on that I'm fun to pick on and does not hesitate to make me feel awkward.
Friday--Ashley's horse. He's a brown tobiano paint/Thoroughbred with one wild eye and one beautiful, gentle eye. He's tall, slender, and carries himself well. He responds instantaneously to Ashley's aids and loves nothing more than a good round of jumping, often ending a line with a good buck.
Blair Marcus--She's a quiet one, but she'll let you know exactly how she feels about something if she knows you. She's pretty chill and plans to ride her horse Western after she gets a saddle this Christmas. I hope she goes through with this so that I won't be alone anymore...
Myboy--Blair's horse. He's a short replica of 24, aka God, but for fear of hurting Ms. Wilson's pride, this fact goes unacknowledged. He's a sleepy horse for the most part, but at least his disposition is reflected there to be docile. He does jumping, but supposedly he used to be a barrel horse.
Strum--the latest school horse. He's a fat, fuzzy, palomino pony (or at least, he's smaller than the other horses) who has trouble moving his butt. Sara rides him with a crop, giving him a good pop right before a jump so that he'll lift his feet.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
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