Oh, my inspiration, where have you gone?
Well, the original inspiration for this blog was my precious Pete, the Percheron. Though I love him VERY much, I almost cry as I type now… I’ve leased him out to a gal and her daughter a few hours from here.
The fit seems great- he’s being ridden at least 3-4 times a week and has been out on the trail with them, though most of the riding has been in the arena. He is in good shape, his canter has developed nicely and he’s progressing in his training. Something that I couldn’t give him this year.
Pete has been there on trial- partly because I wanted to make sure it was the right home for him, but also because I didn’t know if I could really do it. If I could really let go of him.
The past 3 months I’ve gone back and forth. Moments where I feel that there is no way, he’s coming home as soon as this lease/trial is over. Moments where I bask in sheer relief that I no longer feel burdened by the pressure of having a greenie to train all week long.
We now have a horse on lease for my husband and we get to ride once or twice a month together- that is GREAT fun, especially when friends join us.
I have allowed myself to continue to explore where I’d like to go with my horsemanship in the future. Continuing to contemplate some local western shows. Maybe some competitive trail. I’ve recently found a sport that I was never fully aware of- Extreme Cowboy competition! WOW- I MUST try it. Hopefully I can at least finish with my rear on the horse, lol!!!
In this, I’ve also realized, I cannot possibly ask my old appy to carry me through this. He’s simply not sound enough for even low jumping and speed events would likely undo all of the progress he’s made mentally in the last year. So, I need a younger horse. Not today, but eventually.
And a trailer. Getting to a competition Pony Express style isn’t good for the stop watch, ya know?
So I’ve come to grips with the fact that I’m comfortable with Pete where he is. Seems like the right place for him. I’ve decided that his sale price will account for my new trailer and I’ll work on the new horse later.
Not so fast, Cowgirl.
Today a wrench was thrown at me (no, not the deer that crashed into my car and cost me big at the repair shop) the leasor does want to purchase Pete, but cannot afford to. What? Isn’t that why we agreed on a price already? I am reeling from this news. Not sure quite what to do.
I do rest in the fact that it did not suprise God- he already knows what is best and the situation will work out. I’m not worried about it, per se. But I just don’t know quite where to go from here. I suppose I would be the hit of the Extreme Cowboy race, winning time or not, if I were riding a Percheron!
Actually, that sounds like fun. I mean, hubby still has his horse, I still have my trusty ol’ trail horse and then I have my beloved to compete on. I wonder how he’d do over some small jumps… With cows… Only one way to find out I guess :~)
I wonder if having him home again would revive my blogging spirit, lol. I do have people waiting on pics of me with him in an open western pleasure class!