Four-Year-Olds Make You Cry or The Spawn of Satan

I’m fortunate enough to have a very quiet, well-mannered four-year-old Thoroughbred gelding named Carter. Since the day I brought him home I’ve heard how “good” he is and how lucky we are to have such a good guy. Enter Spring. Enter mid-four. Enter spawn of Satan. It all began with an unassuming grooming session before…

When I Grow Up

Before falling asleep the other night, my husband asked me, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” I paused and thought, “I am grown up” and then pondered his question – what do I want to be? When I was younger, I wanted to be a ballerina. And, thanks to my generous…

Channeling the Perfect Canter Depart

I’ve realized that while I may be nearing my 48th birthday, a mature adult in most circles, yet in rider years, I’m still 8 or maybe 10. You see, I’m still learning everything. And, with a four-year-old horse, who is also still learning everything it has been such pandemonium in our training sessions of late….