Photo a Day 11-21-10

Winston 11-21-10

OK… here’s the deal.  I LOVE this horse.  I SO much want to ride him.

A friend at work mistakenly hear Winston instead of Winnie when I said she’d passed away.  He thought my stallion had died!  It got me to thinking… life is short… it’s unpredictable… It would be very hard to deal with if something happened to him and I’d never gotten him started under saddle…

I was talking to my trainer… she told me to do the groundwork with him and then when he’s ready she’ll come help me back him and we’ll go from there.  So… here is the start of starting…

He was such a good boy.  I’m a little frustrated because honestly, I can’t remember what I’ve done with him.  He’s obviously worn a bridle from his showing days.

His 2005 winnings

Winston at Dressage at Devon (DAD) 2006

I’ve lunged him a few times, but his education is limited.  My brain is foggy… of all the things I’ve thought necessary to remember over the last few years… what Winston had done in his education weren’t important.  Have I put a saddle on him… I don’t think so?   Has he worn a surcingle before today?  I don’t remember.  Side reins?  I don’t think so…

So, I went slow putting the surcingle on… he didn’t care.  I tightened it gently.  He didn’t mind it.  He didn’t seem bothered by the side reins… I kept them on the looser side…  We mostly walked with a little trot and canter.  He was a good boy.  He doesn’t know his voice commands, but he’ll get them soon.

So… I got a start at starting…

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About Mary K. Smith

I was widowed in July 2009, when I lost my beloved husband, John, to melanoma. Cancer SUCKS. We have a young son who was just a year old when his father died. I live on a small farm in Maryland which is home to horses, cats, and a dog. I started this blog as a way for me to heal, a way to remember my husband, and eventually I'd like to share it with our son so he can see the love that his father had for him, the love that we had for each other, what a great person his father was, and how hard his father fought to live.
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