CJ. Cutest, best pony in the entire world. Too damn smart for his own good, because good things don’t happen to lesson-mill ponies who figure out how to dump kids and kick trainers. The reason I could not let another school horse flunk-out slip through my fingers. I still keep my eyes peeled on craigslist and dreamhorse and whatnot (as if I could afford another horse?) but it’s probably a lost cause because I don’t think he went to a very nice place, ifyaknowwhatImean.
Tommy. Smartest horse on the entire planet. Sassy little shit but a total saint. Taught me that I’m capable of doing the greenie thing and made me fall in love with OTTBs. When I started working with him he was W/T (owner bought him from a TB rehoming place, shipped him from CA to IL in ’09. Seriously, how many 4-year-old OTTBs would come off the track, be let down, and then with a bit of groundwork be OK for a middle-aged beginner owner to W/T once a week? And who thought it was a good idea to buy a green track baby with no retraining and only ride it once a week? Saint, I’m telling you) and didn’t have a left lead under saddle and when I had to leave him we’d just started over fences and I was supposed to show him this summer. I’m a mare person (I think it’s related to being a cat person actually…someone contact the IRB) but I’d buy him in a heartbeat if not for the minor problem of being excommunicated from everyone associated with him.
Stormy. TWH/SSH I trail ride when I ride at D’s barn. And no, we don’t believe in that freaky Big Lick shit…this is way better. Riding at D’s was the first time I was able to ride just for fun, and opened my eyes to the fact that there’s more to riding horses than just “heels down” in a circle for 30 minutes.