My Human Is Just… A Lot
My human is just … a lot. She means well, and she tries hard, but she has a lot of room for improvement.
Take, for example, her approach to my management this fall. I won two regional championships and one national championship for us, after which she (wisely) gave me a richly deserved vacation. But her idea of vacation and my idea of vacation are very different. I think vacation should be about doing your favorite things, which for me is hacking and stretching and running away with her. While she did allow for the hacking and the stretching, she also thinks vacation should include riding with the reins in one hand to continue to battle her tendency to pull. And that’s fine, except that then she expects me to respond to her efforts by actually listening to her seat and not running away, which is what causes her to pull, and that just seems like a very unreasonable expectation. (In fairness to her, I understand that she spent part of her three-day vacation this summer writing her book, so at least she’s consistently confused about what vacation means).
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So, I’m 40 now. It doesn’t look like I thought it would as a kid.
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Man, oh man, what a triumph it was for us at the Paris Paralympics! We all knew it was going to be an exciting Games for USA Para Dressage, but it ain’t over ’til it’s over. And Becca Hart, Fiona Howard, Roxie Trunnell and Kate Shoemaker came, saw and conquered, and took home a mountain of medals for equestrian sports in Paris.
Over the years, through breeding my own and selling them, through the help of some incredible people, through a few really creative loans, and through a HECK of a lot of hard work, I’ve managed to own many of my own horses. Owning my own means I answer to no one, and it means that when they go right, the proceeds of their sales funds the next group. My goal is that each one I train and, as I’ve yet to find my Team mount, sell leads to the purchase of two more young horses to bring along; I’m ok when the sale of one leads to the purchase of one.
Out there on the interwebs this month were three Facebook posts that caught my eye. One was on a sales group for dressage horses, where someone called trainers to task: “What is it with trainers these days? Particularly in the USA,” she wrote. “How come no one is willing to put in the effort to help develop a good horse, and instead they just expect their clients to have the budgets to go and buy the finished product? I know there are a handful of good trainers that don’t get the recognition they deserve but it seems the majority aren’t willing to put the work in. Thoughts?” The replies were thoughtful, bringing a range of experiences to the table.
It’s a time of year when the horse job market is flooded with new graduates, both high schoolers not advancing on to college or those taking a gap year, and college grads, some from equine studies-adjacent programs, some not. We professionals in the equine business need support staff, whether it’s grooms or working students or vet techs or farrier’s assistants. There’s no barn-to-barn consistency in what one of those positions looks like, in the same way that being a server at TGI Fridays and a server at the nicest restaurant in Manhattan aren’t the same type of position. And with barns, just like restaurants, there are great ones and there are crappy ones, run by great people, run by crappy people.
Tjornelys Solution DWB—”Beaker,” in the barn—is one of the best talents of my career. Owned by Clearwater Farm Partners, he’s 6 years old, and came into my life in February of this year with a stellar pre-purchase exam, three exquisite gaits, a clear understanding of the connection from leg to seat to hand, and a clean flying change. The FEI 6-Year-Old test is roughly equivalent to third level, calling for collection, flying changes, the third level lateral work of shoulder-in and half-pass.