New Beginnings

We moved, and without an injury at that.  We started the morning with a little B Kalm paste.  Let it be known that Bubblegum flavoring and coloring probably not the best idea for a horse paste, but we did manage to get a lot of it in.  It was just enough to take the anxiety away for the trailer ride.

After packing up my tack store amount of horse items, we loaded K in the trailer, turned on the trailer cam, and pulled away from the barn.  No screaming or kicking.  With my little trailer TV, I was able to stalk K and see that she was calmly watching out the window.

After the 30 minute ride, we safely arrived at our new home.  We were greeted by a multitude of whinnies, which K had to return.  We pulled her from the trailer, looked her over and breathed a huge sigh of relief.  She hadn't even broken a sweat. 

As we walked into the barn, every Morgan head in the barn was peeking out of the stalls to see who the newcomer was.  K was also very curious, turning to look at everyone as we walked by. She settled into her stall quietly, and immediately started to eat.  Her stall is open and airy, with 30 foot ceilings and a skylight, along with a view of the indoor arena.  This is the horse version of the penthouse.  Her next door neighbor happens to be the same neighbor she had at the barn we trialed her at...she already has a barn buddy.

I unloaded my tack, set up house, and headed home.  K watched me walk away, not in a "take me home" kind of way, more like "See ya Monday, Mom!" 

We're going to really enjoy our new home.  :)

I Can't Leave You, With a Bad Goodbye...

Yes, I'm channeling a little Clint Black.  We move barns in 5 days.  And though I've made light of it in my last post, it was a hard decision to make.  Saying goodbye to our trainer, who has helped me through my first few months of horse ownership and taught me to ride again after so many years away, is really tough.  I've made some really good friends who have helped me through a lot since K came into my life.

The decision came after our last show, when I realized how badly I needed my trainer.  And although I got through the trailering ordeal with my friends and hubby, going to our first show that we trained so hard for on our own was disappointing.  I wanted that coaching from the rail, needed the help with the horse, and am still left wishing our trainer had been there to see us win.  I also realized that although Hunter Pleasure is fun, and we do well in it, it's not my passion.  I'm still yearning for that dressage ring.

I started out my horse search looking for the perfect dressage horse.  And then bought her.  And now that she's starting to work better in her snaffle, I'm ready to start training.  Hard.  And our barn isn't a dressage barn, nor is it a Morgan barn.  So when one has the goals of testing in Training Level at a Morgan Show, one must find a barn that can get them there.

No matter how exciting it is to move to the show barn, leaving good friends behind is always hard.  Especially when they threaten to take the wheels off your trailer in order to get you to stay.  :)