Post by alfred matthew finch on Jul 28, 2011 2:23:19 GMT -5
i feel like a traveling salesman ,
stuck up , not rich any more , eventer , instructor , bloody judgmental ,
As the first drops of rain pattered on the tin roof, the mare skitted sideways. Apparently, the sound was about to eat her. Alfie sat quietly, half-halting the young mare quietly. He smiled at the horse’s idiocy, and rubbed her on the neck. Then, picking up a little more contact and applying leg, he jumped straight back into leg yielding.
After his first week on the job, this was definitely the aspect he liked the most. Part of his responsibility as an eventing trainer was to work the stable’s younger horses that were intended to compete in his area of expertise, and this was certainly the story with Ellie. The dappled grey warmblood was picked up from a local stud by Sam, the owner of the stud, as a project to sell on. Although strong willed and often skittish, each time that Alfie had worked the mare in the past week he had grown to like her more and more. Her pushy nature would go well out on cross country, and her extended trot was just to die for. She was only rising four, but he hoped that he would have the opportunity to take her to some events this season.
After two nice leg yields, and then one complete straight circuit of the inside track so the horse didn’t learn to drift out, he hopped off his mount and gave her a pat. Her neck was damp in the Florida heat, and it matched the sweat beads that had formed on his. Alfie lead her back to her stable, took off her wintec saddle, which was so cheap but the only saddle available to him which fitted the oddly-shaped young horse. He really hoped that no one he knew saw him riding in it, but in a state where he knew next to no one, this was unlikely.
He lead her over to the wash bay, turned the tap on, and then, starting at her feet, wetted the horse slowly. Although it was still spitting outside, the wash bay was under-cover, and the humidity was almost breathtaking. It was definitely summer rain, the sort that was quite pleasant.
words: 350.
for: open
muse: Slow Club
notes: Ah, so short!
credit: BABY DARLING ! @ caution 2.0
After his first week on the job, this was definitely the aspect he liked the most. Part of his responsibility as an eventing trainer was to work the stable’s younger horses that were intended to compete in his area of expertise, and this was certainly the story with Ellie. The dappled grey warmblood was picked up from a local stud by Sam, the owner of the stud, as a project to sell on. Although strong willed and often skittish, each time that Alfie had worked the mare in the past week he had grown to like her more and more. Her pushy nature would go well out on cross country, and her extended trot was just to die for. She was only rising four, but he hoped that he would have the opportunity to take her to some events this season.
After two nice leg yields, and then one complete straight circuit of the inside track so the horse didn’t learn to drift out, he hopped off his mount and gave her a pat. Her neck was damp in the Florida heat, and it matched the sweat beads that had formed on his. Alfie lead her back to her stable, took off her wintec saddle, which was so cheap but the only saddle available to him which fitted the oddly-shaped young horse. He really hoped that no one he knew saw him riding in it, but in a state where he knew next to no one, this was unlikely.
He lead her over to the wash bay, turned the tap on, and then, starting at her feet, wetted the horse slowly. Although it was still spitting outside, the wash bay was under-cover, and the humidity was almost breathtaking. It was definitely summer rain, the sort that was quite pleasant.
words: 350.
for: open
muse: Slow Club
notes: Ah, so short!
credit: BABY DARLING ! @ caution 2.0
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