Blackie: Part II

Today my friend Katie and I decided to see what else we could find out about this horse someone just seems to have left out with my horses. We both thought she had probably been ridden at some time but didn't know anything about her...

After detangling all the crazy dreadlocks shes had for months we decided to put a saddle on her to see how she would react. At first she was very jumpy about it but then she calmed down after we cinched her up and started walking around; she was calm to put a bridle on.

We decided to ride her in a small pen, as I don't actually have an arena or round pen to ride in. After putting weight on her I got on her first while Katie held the bridle. We walked in a few circles and then Katie got on and walked/trotted her. She was very nervous but good natured and responded to a bridle.

Later, after we had ridden her, we decided to lunge her for a while. She was not as smooth when we were riding her with a little work she could be a nice horse.

Unfortunately it doesn't seem like anyone really wants to put any work into her; which is very sad. But she seems like a nice horse aside from being a little skiddish.

Katie and Blackie

Hoofprints and Footprints: Who's left them on my heart?

Sometimes, living in the city makes me feel trapped inside a very small box. All I want to do is open my door and see fields of green grass and my horses grazing on the side of the hill wishing I'd stop being so lazy and bring them some horse treats. Really, I just wish I could jump on the back of Hank (my horse) and gallop across a flat field and feel the wind against my face. Its been almost two months since I've gotten to ride and it feels like ages. Don't get my wrong, I like my life in the city (although its really not that large of a city, only 100,000 people. But hey, the town I came from had 3,000; its a huge change for me!) but sometimes I miss the grass, the echoing silence, and our happy California cows. But of course I miss my horses, they used to be my entire life.

Life is like a trying to follow a treasure map that has unclear pictures: sometimes it leads you astray to places you don't want to be and other times it will lead you to other treasures both small and large, but in the end  there will always be something good waiting for you at the end. I'm not sure where I am on this map of mine, but I'm sure time will tell.

Horses leave hoofprints and people leave footprints, some of these are ingrained into your heart forever others are temporary and fade with time.