A childhood friend of mine once told me that I am the only person she knows who is living exactly the kind of life I used to describe when we were sharing our dreams together while growing up. That dream of mine was that I wanted, more than anything else, to live on a horse farm and ride and train and show my own horses. Not surprising to hear from a typical horse crazy little girl, but since I grew up in a townhouse in a suburb outside of Washington D.C., the fact that I realized my dream is pretty remarkable.
I am a very very lucky woman.
I started riding at a local lesson barn at the age of 8, started working on the weekends at the same barn when I was 12, and started teaching lessons at the age of 16. I bought my first horse (with my own money) pretty much the moment I turned 18, and I have been an uninterrupted horse owner ever since.
I’m now 50….ish.
Throughout my life as a rider I have always been striving to learn and get better. I have taken lessons and attended clinics with some of the best in the business, and I recognize fully that some of my most valuable teachers have been the horses themselves. I have been very fortunate to find and train some lovely and talented horses over the years, and with a very limited budget. Did I mention I am very very lucky?
I’m going to share the stories of many of those horses, as well as the wisdom I’ve gained from taking care of them, training them, and competing in horse shows. I’m not claiming to be an expert (except at removing stretch rubber bell boots, I am a WHIZ at that!), and I didn’t ride in the Olympics, but I guarantee that I have one or two little gems in my tool box that might help you in your journey to be a better rider, or trainer, or owner. Hopefully you will share your own gems with me!
The nuts and bolts:
I’m married to a very supportive non-horsey man who has the amazing ability to build absolutely anything. Luckily he likes to build horsey things for me.
We live on a farm in one of the most beautiful places in the world. I’m biased, but I love love LOVE our farm.
I have two sons, both in their 20’s now and living in different states. Empty Nest Syndrome is real.
There are currently four horses in residence on the farm. I’ll introduce them soon.
We have a young German Shorthaired Pointer named Reagan. (See Empty Nest Syndrome above.) You’ll hear stories about Reagan. Lots of stories. And pictures. Albums and albums of pictures. (See Empty Nest blah blah blah.)
Three kitties, two who live indoors and one who lives his life large and in living color outside and in the barn. His name is Bob (as in no tail) and he is a hoot. Ok, since you insist, here is a picture of Reagan and Bob:
You know you want another one. #bobtailsunited