There are certain advantages to working for my trainer. Here are two:
|Too cool to open her eyes|
I got asked to ride a second horse today. Who? Well, around the barn we call her Pam, but horse show people know her as Nicely Dun, aka 'the mare who finished Aspen Horse Trials on her dressage score of 17'.
You read that right. 17.
She's 19, an Irish cross, and one super classy lady, much like her owner. When I was on her, I felt like I owed it to her to sit a little straighter and ride a little better because, well, she's Pam and that's how she is.
And then, because I'd already dirtied the tack, Cuna got to go in the uber-fancy jump saddle that I've been drooling on for the last... 11 months... or so.
It's a CWD 2G, and despite how ugly it is (hideous, it's like a stormtrooper saddle), it is the shiz as far as I'm concerned.
I don't like the logic of treed saddles, because my butt moves and my horse's back moves, but the tree does not. I appreciate that it distributes weight, but I don't think it's the be-all and end-all of equine technology.
|Happy horse face|
Tough beans for us though--it's new price is more than 50% of an annual salary.
And yeah, that's depressing no matter how you cut it.
Not depressing? 70f and sunny right now. <3