Post by Alia Landon on Nov 14, 2009 9:36:25 GMT -5
It was a beautiful day at pinewood stables even if it was fall. It was one of those days to let the horses run around in the pasture and the perfect day to sit and watch. That how ever never seemed to be the case, someone always had to prove a challenge even though she knew each horse had a better side then they sometimes showed. The stable its self was peaceful for the most part and few horses remained inside but most had been brought out to enjoy the day, Alia walked down the aisle three lead ropes hung loosely over her arm as she hummed softly to herself, she had just gotten off her flight only an hour ago, her job had taken her all around the world and then some and now she just wanted to surround herself with her horses and relax. The first horse was her mare she never had to worry about her unless there was a pail near by. The bay mare was a sight to see in that simply kind of way, her coat was always shinny and her mane and tail looked like a midnight sky.
Hello girl Alia spoke as she clipped the lead onto the mares purple halter. She led the mare out patting her neck, has she felt the suns warm ray upon her skin. Manhattan kept her head leveled has they made there way towards the pasture. She stopped and Manhattan also stopped squaring herself as she waited for her owner to open the gate, Both woman and horse slipped into the pasture. Undoing the buckle she slipped the halter off the mares nose, instead of the horse taking off she trotted elegantly away from her owner and looked at her. Alia shook her head and walked out of the pasture shutting the gate behind her. Next horse was im so into myself my owner can sometimes hardly stand me.
Making her way back to the stable she looked in the stall that held Whisper, he was all the way in the back, ears somewhat flat against his head, so the choice has been made that we are not going to behave today. Shaking her had she opened the stall door made quick work of clipping the lead rope and began the impossible task of getting him to the pasture. Giving a gentle tug she tried to get him to leave his stall but he only budged at most a step, come on boy its nice outside and what about all those mares who you could show off to? The dark bays ears pricked forward, nearly leaping out of the stall and pulling her down the aisle Whisper wanted to get outside like there was no tomorrow well that worked. Pulling back gentle she slowed him just enough to get him to the pasture safely.
The last horse was another stallion, whom she just got in. he was a chestnut stud who looked like copper, when he was clean. Running her hand down his muscled neck she clipped the lead and led him out, into the aisle. She had not really gotten the chance to ride him yet, seeing her busy schedule kept her from seeing her horses sometimes. Alia clipped the cross ties to his halter and went to grab the grooming box. The task of grooming only took all of five minuets because the stallion was not the slightest bit dirty. She smiled as she put the red saddle pad across his back and then rested the saddle upon it. Checking the girth to make sure it was tight she was ready to go. The chestnut know as Swag walked behind her like an obedient dog, upon reaching the jumping ring she dropped the rains and walked around setting the jumps to five and four.
She checked Swags saddle one more time and then mounted, she touched his sides lightly and he began to walk, she did a five minuet warm up and then asked him to canter as she set him up for the first jump. The first jump was an oxer, he did not refuse her cues or the jump, Alia could feel him take off and land on the other side, it was all correct the next few jumps flew by as the last one approached Swag veered to the right as a bird flew by she laughed and slowed him down, that’s ok boy we will get it next time. She patted the stallions neck and allowed him rain to lower his head and do as he pleased until she was ready to tackle the course again.
Hello girl Alia spoke as she clipped the lead onto the mares purple halter. She led the mare out patting her neck, has she felt the suns warm ray upon her skin. Manhattan kept her head leveled has they made there way towards the pasture. She stopped and Manhattan also stopped squaring herself as she waited for her owner to open the gate, Both woman and horse slipped into the pasture. Undoing the buckle she slipped the halter off the mares nose, instead of the horse taking off she trotted elegantly away from her owner and looked at her. Alia shook her head and walked out of the pasture shutting the gate behind her. Next horse was im so into myself my owner can sometimes hardly stand me.
Making her way back to the stable she looked in the stall that held Whisper, he was all the way in the back, ears somewhat flat against his head, so the choice has been made that we are not going to behave today. Shaking her had she opened the stall door made quick work of clipping the lead rope and began the impossible task of getting him to the pasture. Giving a gentle tug she tried to get him to leave his stall but he only budged at most a step, come on boy its nice outside and what about all those mares who you could show off to? The dark bays ears pricked forward, nearly leaping out of the stall and pulling her down the aisle Whisper wanted to get outside like there was no tomorrow well that worked. Pulling back gentle she slowed him just enough to get him to the pasture safely.
The last horse was another stallion, whom she just got in. he was a chestnut stud who looked like copper, when he was clean. Running her hand down his muscled neck she clipped the lead and led him out, into the aisle. She had not really gotten the chance to ride him yet, seeing her busy schedule kept her from seeing her horses sometimes. Alia clipped the cross ties to his halter and went to grab the grooming box. The task of grooming only took all of five minuets because the stallion was not the slightest bit dirty. She smiled as she put the red saddle pad across his back and then rested the saddle upon it. Checking the girth to make sure it was tight she was ready to go. The chestnut know as Swag walked behind her like an obedient dog, upon reaching the jumping ring she dropped the rains and walked around setting the jumps to five and four.
She checked Swags saddle one more time and then mounted, she touched his sides lightly and he began to walk, she did a five minuet warm up and then asked him to canter as she set him up for the first jump. The first jump was an oxer, he did not refuse her cues or the jump, Alia could feel him take off and land on the other side, it was all correct the next few jumps flew by as the last one approached Swag veered to the right as a bird flew by she laughed and slowed him down, that’s ok boy we will get it next time. She patted the stallions neck and allowed him rain to lower his head and do as he pleased until she was ready to tackle the course again.
