A beginning

I have to start somewhere. Might as well be here. Might as well be about something I know. Or at least, I like to think I know. I would say welcome, but you've probably stumbled in without care and are just as eager to leave. You could be right. Just another dull horse blog. Perhaps. Time will tell as there will be telling with time.

For now, let's just start at the beginning. I've been riding solidly for the last 2 years, first with my Appy mare who is now retired and now with Sam who is a registered American Curly Horse, though he's 1/2 Appaloosa. In the winter, his coat is like crushed velvet rather then curls.

Sam's first day home.

Sam's about 15.2hh and almost 14yrs old. He's super cute and super sweet. More then once my jump trainer has said he's an angel and takes awesome care of me on course. We take dressage & jump lessons weekly, riding 4-6 times a week.

October lesson, ignore the chicken wings.

Thus the journey begins... an adventure with my pony, an adventure in writing. I blame SprinklerBandits for sending me over the edge.