The Grazing

Errika also enjoys the grass..
The grass is starting to decrease in quality now. More of those fox tails, than actual grass. I love the spring because everything is so green and lovely, plus you get hints of summer, and winter, without the commitment. Last week it rained a lot and hard, but if the grass is ment to go, it’s ment to go. I had just been starting to turn out Ink for a little bit each day while I lunged or rode Errika. He visits with his girlfriends and watches over the new baby while he’s nose deep in grass. He loves grazing and observing the cows, and then running to stand next to his new girlfriend, Dixie.

Last Wednesday Ink became an uncle. Ok, well not the real uncle of the new baby, but he seems to have adopted her into his own. She’s a dark buckskin. Ink is so intrigued by babies, and always curious. He’s such a sweet horse to other horses too, and immediately took an interest in watching over the new addition. Along with Auntie Errika of course. The mare who had the baby was a maiden, and it was a little difficult in the beginning, but now mom wont let her baby out of her sight.

The owner of the mare says that Errika probably coached her through it : ). Which sounds just like Errika. She’s had a few babies of her own in the past and I’m sure she was there every step of the way. Errika wants a baby of her own now, and I’m tempted to give it a try, but it’s a huge commitment that should not be taken lightly. I’ve been thinking about breeding her for a few years now, and once even found a gorgeous Trakehner to breed too, but I just didn’t have the opportunity that year.

I spent Wednesday afternoon helping the owner with the new baby and the mare. I kneeled on the ground and the baby curiously came right over whinnying and then smelled my face. She’s such a cute little thing. She sure is special, and has a quality to her.

Ink has been doing well. He shows slight signs of lameness, but doesn’t appear to be in any pain. I had another talk with my mom about my concerns and thoughts on what symptoms and signs he shares with certain culprits. We are going to call the vet Friday, or Monday.

Ink’s ground manners are improving, and he is really falling into a groove.
He runs, bucks, and plays. His bucks are just nuts, and you wonder what he is like to handle. But he is such a gentlemen. We have to improve some things, but he just relaxes and falls into his happy place.

Yesterday I spent an afternoon riding Errika and grooming both of them. I even gave him his first real kiss and hug : ). Normally if you try to hug him, he pins his ears and try to nip. But we’ve been working on it, and I spent time just adding in little hugs here and there, and he’s starting to enjoy them now.

I was grooming his left side yesterday, and he raises his head and stares right at me. It’s like he was really thinking about something. I’ve never had a horse look to the side at me like that before, with such interest. It was very very neat and I just couldn’t imagine what was going on in his head. He’s so intelligent.. Every-time I walk to the back to get them from the field, he’s the first one to walk up to the gate. He hears me right as I get to the first field, raises his head and walks to the gate and waits.

My driving test is tomorrow… I’m a little nervous, because I feel like I’m going to forget to do something. Like not cover the brake over the railroad tracks, or look over my shoulder (right shoulder that is). Wish me luck!!

Reliant Goes Both Ways

Today as I sat under Errika, and as Matt shot pictures, how dependent horses are on us came about. Matt finally saw the other side of a door into the understandings of horses. I wish I would have taken the time to really talk about it with Matt, but instead of sufficating the moment, I let him do all the talking and not be influenced by anything but the horses. What he said was that not only do Ink and Errika depend on me to stay healthy, but they depend on me on a deeper level. They need me to work with them, love, dedicate, and to be heard. Our horses don’t just need us there when we are physcially there, but to know that even when we are not in their presence, we are thinking of them.

Being domasticated, I know my horses need their alone time. They know what it means when I am around, and when I am not. They need time to relax and romp around. And when I come back to get them, I don’t like to be this demanding person with a persona as to say, ‘It’s time to work, stop being a horse.’ For now I let each day decide it’s destiny. I try to make it fun and interesting. I want my life and work with my horses to be their life as well. I usually let Errika tell me what she wants to do. But sometimes I just surprise her with something new.

Post will be completed later on today…

Adventures of Wind

It was soo windy today! I could not believe how gusty it got. As my mom and I were driving to pick Klint up from school, and then go to my doctors appointment, it started raining! The skies are blue and pretty, but a few grey clouds (a few, literally) were around, and the rain just came down like none other for a few minutes. If you looked out the car window, it would appear as if you were going hay wire, because all you could see was blue!

After my doctors appointment, my mom I dropped Klint off at home, got in my car and went over to the feed store. My car had the Equine Senior in it, and smelled sooo good. We had to go to the other feed store to get Ink’s grain and their wormers.

Heading back to the barn was interesting. My car is fairly light compared to my moms, and it was shoving me all over the place. My mom and I unloaded the grain, and then walked back to get the horses. They were just finishing up with their dinner. Errika was standing up byb the fence, as if she was pouting, because Ink the Stink was hogging all of the hay. As soon as Ink saw us coming, he started walking up. Everyday he is ready to come out and do something. No matter what, he just likes to do something.

I felt comfortable around the big guy, the day was at ease it seemed and all went well.

I groomed him and gave him hugs, which he is still learning aren’t a bad thing, and some kisses. He’s not much for kisses either, but I think he just doesn’t know exactly what they are..

We spent a little while grooming both of them, and then I put Errika’s boots on for a lunging session in the round pen. We worked poles again. It was quite interesting and cute, because I sat up these sequence of poles which asks Errika to really bring up her hooves, as she trots over them. Well the first time she went over, she jumped all three poles (that were spread out)! It’s not, not like her, she just gets bored and lazy trotting through them.

I TRIED giving Ink his wormer. All these times I have wormed, and wouldn’t you know it. I just stumbled across an article on the right way to worm, and I though ‘I got worming down, no mess at all!’ Then Today, I created just that, a mess. It was on the tie rack, ALL over his mouth, on me, all over the lead rope.. It just wans’t my worming day I guess!

They got their much desired grain and we turned them back out. The wind was just crazy.

Simply Speaking

I’ve personally noticed that I talk occasionally about people disliking me for whatever reason, horse people that is. I might assume that some people read this and wonder; “what is wrong with this girl that make people dislike her?” Well if people have some problem with me, it must be because I cannot control it, or they don’t educate themselves before or during the fact. I hardly talk to horse people, I mean every now and then, like that trainer and those two other people (who think they know everything between the sun and the earth) and the lady I board with. But that’s about it. I love my EE family, but I don’t talk to them face to face.

That family suggested I call the vet, which I planned on doing, but I thought I’d wait to see if there was any change after the chiro. Poor Ink. All I can think about is how young he is, how much he deserves. He shouldn’t be lame like this at 8 (I just verified the letter on his tattoo). Errika is 23 and she’s in prime condition. It’s all thanks to appropriate training, riding, matainence, general care, and dedication. She wouldn’t be looking and feeling this good without proper care. If she was raced as a 2 year old, I doubt she’d even be ridable now. She’s a tough little thing, but really it’s just horrible how young they start putting these horses under that kind of stress. I never liked horse racing. When I was younger (before I even got into horses) I always spoke of how abusive it was. Regardless of actually knowing anything about horses, I just never agreed with it. As youngster I was absolutely appauld by the whip idea, I thought that was the real abuse. It never crossed my mind that the actual abuse laid somewhere else, just that I saw those whips flying around I thought about how bad it looked and was. Being more educated now on horse racing my views have shifted some. But it doesn’t take an educated horse person or not to see that it just isn’t right. Now that I own an OTTB, I see the pain and the heartbreak behind the scenes. This is what happens after the lights go down. Girls and guys like me take in these horses and have to re-build them the best they possibly can to make up for the stupidity and ridiculous selfishness behind this equally ridiculous sport. And before anyone has some remark to make about “oh horses running is natural! they love it! this or that..” No I am not talking about those who train or race these horses, I’m talking about the fans, the people who go “oooo, ahhh, wow” as they see one of these great horses gallop by. It just makes me sick that anyone who is a ‘horse-lover’ supports this sport as a whole. Yes, horses running is beautiful, completely, but it’s not once you see what happens afterwards.

I don’t mean to be so harsh, but I just get angry over the whole thing.

I went over to give the horses their grain. I brought Sophie and my mom and her walked back to get the grain bowls. Ink was pacing for his grain and ran off Errika as I was walking back up to the gate with the bowl, in the field. He was really sweet otherwise, came right up to us as we walked up.

I want to call the vet tomorrow, but we’ll see what my mom has to say about it. I talked to her tonight with my concern, as she seemed to have not taken me seriously before, and I think she gets the point. If we get this worked out, see what is wrong with him, then we’ll be ready to go with training. I’m just dying to really start and get those goals in action, but again, we’ll have to see.

Lets Live For Today

In a way I think that it might benefit me in some ways to not be effected by all the negativity that the world can hold. I believe that people need negativity, but not all of it.

I think I have a strong sense of people, and I am always proved of it when I meet someone new. All vibes collaborate into an initial overview of what that person is, might be, could be, and will be. This lady, who is into horses is another one of those who looks at me with disapprovement. She’s never said anything directly, but the way she speaks to me, the way she chooses to word what she says, this bitter feeling I get inside, uncomfortable when I talk to her, makes me wonder what she says behind my back, how she really feels admist that weird conversation. Then there is this man, horse trainer, who I feel so comfortable with and I feel like I can tell him anything and not worry about being judged. He has an open mind with a strong sense of self. Just the other day, as Ink was turned out, I told him I was scared of him. Just like that. I am down to dirt honest with him, and it feels right. And even if he talks about things that I may not know of, I do know the way he lets his mind open like a huge couch, to let your thoughts fall on.

I felt actually, like I let myself misjudge what I had to this man. I ment to say he intimidates me at times. Because you watch him throw his head, buck to the sky, and be the little fire cracker he can be, and you wonder..’geesh I’m going in there with that?’ Haha, but this trainer told me to stick my ground and everything will be fine. I did, and Ink stood patiently while I put the halter on. I just needed that assurance from someone above me..and it helped a lot just to hear this man tell me that in such a calm, smart, and understanding voice.

This coming Thursday is Ink and Errika’s trimming. So Stanley will be able to tell me if he thinks Ink is ready for the chiro to come out or not. I want to save my money to get Errika fully pampered this year. A full body massage, chiropractic adjustment if necessary, and to do some trail riding, possibly some solo. Ink has been off and on. One day he feels great and others a little off.

Yesterday I had Matt walk him around while I sat on Errika instructing him. Matt learned about correct riding position, leg, seat and how to communicate with Ink through his seat. It went great and Ink enjoyed it too. I got on after about 15-20mins and asked for a little trot to see how he felt and looked, Matt said he looked ’so-so’ and he felt it too.

Errika wasn’t listening to well, but was very impulsive at the canter, which way a joy. My back didn’t feel well, so I couldn’t sit deep and comfortable which I know effected Errika and how she went. I swear me and Ink are so much a like! Maybe he’s going through the same thing as I am. The last few days I have been riding Errika bareback and in a halter (as I usually do) we were getting so well at collection and excellent communication, my back felt great and I really felt comfortable. I could sit deep and tall, driving her forward. But all of a sudden, yesterday I felt off. Just like Ink. Errika kept trying to come in on my inside leg and go to the center of the round pen. Maybe she knew it just wasn’t a good day and tried to tell me to not persist?

I finally figured out my wireless! Yay, now I can relax and sit back while I’m writing posts. My back just kills me in that chair in the kitchen..

Matt’s birthday is tomorrow. He’s having a party at his house and I’m dreading going. I feel like a bad friend and horrible person for not wanting too. But the fact is, I really do not want to hang around the people that are going to be there. More than likely the adults will divide just like last year. Women inside, men in the garage. It’s very uncomfortable. Not to mention they will be drinking giddy and I cannot stand that. The fact is Matts’ best friend’s mom is a camp-direction. I mean she has to be telling everybody what to do. The ‘kids’ (even though we are older) cannot go anywhere without a ‘who’, ‘what’, ‘where’, ‘when’, and a ‘why.’ Which I fine in my book. She is soo strict, but then when it comes to drinking, SURE! A 16 year old can drink alcohol whenever.. It’s just ridiculous I think.

On April 26th I go in for my driving test, woohoo! I hope I pass. I’m a good driver, really. Matt and I have been driving around together for the past few days because he’s 18 now and now I can ride with him (while I drive). Yesterday we stopped at his house briefly to get some things, and his mom thought I was driving without a licensed driver, illegally! I’m a stickler for going exactly the speed limit (which I get a lot of crud for) and giving the police a reason to relax over teen drivers, so why would I EVER, ever think about doing that?! Gah. I can’t believe she would actually think that? : (

Sunday Up to Now

I wrote this post yesterday (Wednesday) but I forgot to get to it.. Been busy with the horses and other responsibilities, so it sat here waiting for me to come back to it.

I am going to the GNR today! I want to take lots of pictures, but I don’t really wanna take my challenged camera, so I’m going to try to get Matt’s Olympus. Hardly any better but it does take pictures quickly and promptly. We are going to watch the reining Quarter Horses and shop around before hand. Tomorrow would be the Cow horse thing and my mom doesn’t like that stuff. Long story but one time we were watching a penning event and a cow died while being chased by the horse. Reining it is! I was watching some freestyle reining videos on YouTube, which were awesome. My dad said yesterday, “We’re going to see equestrian right, jumping?” He had a grin on his face while he said that, knowing me, that and Dressage would be really the top things for me to see. Hehe, but the GNR is a rodeo..

Yesterday we had one of those spurts of rain. It poured off and on from late at night to mid afternoon. Matt and I were getting ready to ride, I was instructing him, and then it started to pooouur! Ink didn’t like the idea of walking around in the rain while being ridden so we hurried and took them into the barn. Matt said I should just un-tack him and we would spend the rest of the time just grooming, because the rain probably wouldn’t stop long enough for a good riding session. So we did, and sure enough the sun came out and the rain stopped. I had a gut feeling it would, I should always listen to my gut..

I need to get ready to leave, but below is what I wrote yesterday.

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Sorry, I promised a post on Monday, but it seems I come in late on Wednesday to write about the last three days. I’ve been really tired lately, not sure why. I still have a lump behind my ear where Klint and Matt accidently hit me with a golf club on Friday. I oddly, woke up at 4am to hear the rain hitting my window..oh gee. I didn’t put Ink’s blanket on yesterday evening because it was still warm and he would have sweat his poor bum off. He should be fine though, he’s a tough guy.

I guess I’ll start with Easter Sunday. I hope everyone had a great Easter! Big thanks to MiKael for leaving a nice comment on In The Spring Breeze! We did have a good time, but as casually as expected we had a mishap loader.. MiKael, on top of that comment, thank you so much for taking the time out to leave your very nice words and reading the blog! The wisdom you share is honored and appreciated.

Easter.. Well Ink and Errika loaded nicely, we picked up Patty and the ride was fine. I drove down there following the trailer because there wasn’t enough room in the truck for all of us. Once we got there I brought Ink out and he was being very nice. There was tons of lush green grass all around us, he was in heaven! I walked Ink around letting him take a few bites of grass and get used to the property. His nose was deep in grass the whole time, he could care less where he was. The property wasn’t fenced, so I couldn’t turn him loose. Then Matt walked him around to graze while I brushed Errika. The whole family was excited to see us and the horses. I felt bad because my mom and I had to tell everyone not to go around the big guy, because he does kick. But he was very nice regardless. I rode Errika around in the front, and then Patty and Kirk’s girlfriend, Errika and I headed out to the back pasture to ride there. Klint rode with Errika and I. The grass was touching there bellies, and Matt and Ryan (friend of ours) said it looked like we were swimming in grass.

After I rode around once, Ryan rode and then I brought Errika back to the trailer to put the bareback pad on so the kids could ride. Errika did so well with the kids, she tootled around with a 2 year old. Errika is nice and slow when there are little kids on her back, but when a big person gets on her, she’s ready to go. My cousins wife wanted to ride solo (she used to take riding lessons). Errika picked up the trot and Amy thought she was going to fall off haha. But all was good and the day went smoothly.

Picturette

The Casa ^

The actual post is coming soon, honest. But it twas a long day with the horses (Easter) and I am pooped! I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow (Monday).

But before I go… I managed to get some good pictures with my aging little digital : D. I fancied my cousins dog, Casa - Casadia. I really just tried to get as much as I could out of the little time I had to get pictures of the Easter egg hunt. Umm.. my camera has problems, it’s very slow to process, so it was very difficult to really get anything worth a good look.

This is my other counsin’s dog, Daphnie. And that is my second cousin in the following pictures.. : )

My second cousin, Bella.

Pictures fully © Keri S. 2007

In The Spring Breeze

My mom told me, as I sat atop the Ink, that I cannot bring him. Hmmph.. That is just not, not going to happen. I must bring him with us, he deserves to go, and it would be good for him and a good experience for the both of us. I think the factors that weigh my mom’s opinion are; he can be a hanful, there are little kids and a non-horsey family that will be around, I will be having to handle Errika on top of Ink, so that’s two horses I’ll be taking care of, we do not know the situation (the property), I know there isn’t any thing set up for horses, but it’s not like we are going to be turning them out anywhere, we’ll be riding and giving the kid’s rides on Errika. I told my mom that while I’m giving the kid’s rides, Ink could be tied to the trailer. He’s patient while being tied and he’s been to too many tracks in his day, traveling, so it’s not like this will be a complete shock. Matt told me he could handle and take care of Ink while I was tending to Errika and the kids, so I do have a handy helper. I trust Matt with Ink and vice versa. Plus Matt can always ride the big guy around with us. That sounds odd..hehe but he does a lot better with someone on his back that leading him on the ground.

My brothers’ girlfriend is bringing her old mare, Patty as well. So we’ll have a little herd, and both Patty and Errika are docile, quiet, old mares so Ink (if he was nervous for any reason) has his girls to protect him.

I want to bring Ink so bad. I want all of my family to see my boy. My cousin and his wife were taking riding lessons before she got pregnant, and they both love horses, and I know they would just love to meet him. Of course we have Errika, but I am not even worrying about her because I’m confident in whatever the unexpected brings. We’ll see if I can convience my mom…

Ink was a little silly man today. He get’s in those moods. He was bitting out of the blue, just like a; “hehehe, here let me bit ya..” Like a foal.

I rode him again. I didn’t plan on it, but I felt like it was ok. My mom said he didn’t look as good as the other day. He was off a little bit here and there throughout the ride, so I didn’t spend much time.

I rode Errika while I was there alone, in the round pen. I managed to get on her by doing some Clint Eastwood stunt as if I was casually mounting from one horse to another while riding a full gallop.. You just had to be there..hehe

My mom took photos of me and Ink, and then I took some photos of Ink just being himself. I wasn’t trying to do any neat shots, just fooling around.

In The Spring Breeze

My mom told me, as I sat atop the Ink, that I cannot bring him. Hmmph.. That is just not, not going to happen. I must bring him with us, he deserves to go, and it would be good for him and a good experience for the both of us. I think the factors that weigh my mom’s opinion are; he can be a hanful, there are little kids and a non-horsey family that will be around, I will be having to handle Errika on top of Ink, so that’s two horses I’ll be taking care of, we do not know the situation (the property), I know there isn’t any thing set up for horses, but it’s not like we are going to be turning them out anywhere, we’ll be riding and giving the kid’s rides on Errika. I told my mom that while I’m giving the kid’s rides, Ink could be tied to the trailer. He’s patient while being tied and he’s been to too many tracks in his day, traveling, so it’s not like this will be a complete shock. Matt told me he could handle and take care of Ink while I was tending to Errika and the kids, so I do have a handy helper. I trust Matt with Ink and vice versa. Plus Matt can always ride the big guy around with us. That sounds odd..hehe but he does a lot better with someone on his back that leading him on the ground.

My brothers’ girlfriend is bringing her old mare, Patty as well. So we’ll have a little herd, and both Patty and Errika are docile, quiet, old mares so Ink (if he was nervous for any reason) has his girls to protect him.

I want to bring Ink so bad. I want all of my family to see my boy. My cousin and his wife were taking riding lessons before she got pregnant, and they both love horses, and I know they would just love to meet him. Of course we have Errika, but I am not even worrying about her because I’m confident in whatever the unexpected brings. We’ll see if I can convience my mom…

Ink was a little silly man today. He get’s in those moods. He was bitting out of the blue, just like a; “hehehe, here let me bit ya..” Like a foal.

I rode him again. I didn’t plan on it, but I felt like it was ok. My mom said he didn’t look as good as the other day. He was off a little bit here and there throughout the ride, so I didn’t spend much time.

I rode Errika while I was there alone, in the round pen. I managed to get on her by doing some Clint Eastwood stunt as if I was casually mounting from one horse to another while riding a full gallop.. You just had to be there..hehe

My mom took photos of me and Ink, and then I took some photos of Ink just being himself. I wasn’t trying to do any neat shots, just fooling around.

Deep Weight..

..in and through my soul.
God gave me my Ink. I cannot express to you how important he is to me. It’s like a light is shinning down granting me something far beyond my understanding. I just want to scream and cry at the same time. I almost believe it’s the making of my Grandma. I cannot help but tear up when I think about this. Something hit me like a truck today, not sure how or why, it just did. In a series of events, this new door has opened to a new understanding. It’s weird, but almost as if I was granted some sort of access.

When I am atop Ink or in his presence I feel as if I am in this alternate world. I really don’t know how to go about this post.. I’m so submersed by this feeling I just cannot write it down.

I guess I’ll write to Ink..

“I’ve seen you gallop in my dreams, I’ve felt your warmth fall on my skin. I’ve sat atop your back, high above the ground. I’ve felt millions of miles away. I’ve wept tears of your love. I know when your ears move, I know when your heart beats.. I see your soul melt, filled with the greatest sacrifice. I see the world turn through your eyes, I see an amazing animal, a legend. The dearest friend.

You watch me move, feel my presence. My head dropping respect for your ever being. You feel my eyes move across your body, admiring true beauty.”

Ink is not just a horse. He is a soul filled with love, passion, wisdom, honesty, he holds the key to the world.

I would never speak of words I truly didn’t know of, so whatever I say about this horse speaks from experience and nothing but the truth.

Take a moment and watch this horse.. As he sits falling asleep, as he runs across the ground..

I’m not a horse owner which owns horses to ride. I am not a horse owner that shows my horses and then puts them away in a stall. I am not a horse owner that only knows my horses from handling them solely. I am not a horse owner that demands and never listens. I am not a horse owner who isn’t willing to stop and see from the horses view. I am not a horse owner who only visits my horses to ride.

I am a horse owner who would spend days on end sitting in a field watching. I am a horse owner who would give up everything just to be in the presence of these creatures. I am a horse owner who would rather live under the night sky with my horses.

I want all of my horses to be the kind which will let you sleep between their hooves, rest underneath their shadow, be in understanding harmony with their human friends, never underestimate their beauty, deserving respect, and mark upon the lives of many.

I want to share my life with Ink. I want to love him with more than my heart can possibly contain. I want to feel his heart in my hand. I want to hug him with my heart. I want him to know that no matter what life brings, he will always be mine; my love, my desire, my absolute dream, my dream come true.

“Body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away, and I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today. Because I love you, weather it’s wrong or right, and though I can’t be with you tonight, know my heart is by your side.” - Daniel Bedingfield (If You’re Not The One)

I have this raw horse, that brings all his challenges along. He is strong, he is weak, he is bold, he is passive.

Take a step back from your horse, and truly break it down to it’s real being, and you will see what I see. I don’t see just the riding potential..I see the life potential. His life is becoming clear, he is finally a horse, and all I want is to see him happy and healthy.

“The world is cold, but I don’t care. I see color, and I hear sound. And good things happen when you’re around.” - Dierks Bentley (Good Things Happen)

“Before you judge me, look into my eye and shake my hand. Open your mind and listen, and learn at whatever age you are. Whatever experience you have. Because we all have something to share, something to say, and love to give.” - Keri S. (of inkeq)

The same can be said for our horses.

One day I will get the nerve to read this to my dad..

“The best of my day is spent resting my head on a fence post, looking out to the unknown, learning from gods greatest teacher.” - Keri S. (of inkeq)

I wrote this earlier on a forum I am a member of.. I love the members on that thing, they are all so talented, kind, helpful, and understanding people.

I LOVE my horse soo much. I love his fits, I love his gentle eyes, and all the challenges that he brings. I love every inch of who and what he is. He’s tested me sooo much and taught me all the unexpected things I ever wanted. I dream about the challenges and hope things don’t become too easy. I’m in no rush to get him anywhere.. What does that mean anyway?? What matters is he is finally loving his life as a horse and not some track animal.

He’s giving me those looks . He looks at me now with those eyes, and you can just tell he is loving being loved. I just want the best for him. But every, everyday I worry about him. I feel like an over-protective mom! I fear the worst for him and I don’t know why. I am always extremely on-guard for any behavior/mood or physical changes. I just don’t want to loose him, and I don’t know why I’m worrying so much.

I don’t worry about Errika like this and she’s 23. Of course I worry about her, but not the constant worry on my mind like with Ink.

Today I was with Ink, and he was falling asleep while I was grooming him (he’s come so far, he loves being groomed now!!) and the neighbor walks down to get her mail and stops to say hello. She asked me if I was going to get into eventing (I only took event lessons, I never got to show because I didn’t have a horse for it.) I told her I wanted to get into it with Ink (as he sat there sleeping hehe) but then I told her I didn’t know because he’s sound and then off, and then sound, and so on. I told her I was going to have a the chiropractor come out to do some work on his back, but then her response was, “then I guess he’s not your eventer..” My heart sank.. Just to hear someone tell me that, made me really upset. Of course I didn’t show it being the person I am, but after she left all I wanted to do was hug and cry on the shoulder of my superstar.

I always tell him I always believe in him, always tell him I love him, and now he’s new nickname is superstar. I’m not worried about showing really, even though that’s what I desire to do with him and I know we’d kick butt, he’d be such an awesome event horse, but it just upsets me when someone doubts him.

My dad doesn’t even care about how far we’ve come. The day we’re jumping atleast 3′6″ is the day his head will turn..seriously.

Don’t tell us we can’t chase the moon and catch the sun, because if you bet big on it be sure to take out a loan!