Had my usual sunday dressage training under the tutelage of a swiss expert.
My best friend since childhood has been diagnosed with liver cancer and is in Chemo right now.
His outlook is pretty bleak.
So we try to keep some happiness in our lives.
One of those is being taught dressage by Margot aka. the mail order bride, who is a very accomplished Baroque rider ( how many riders do you know, who have had their horse do a full Capriole and kick a Rottweiler over a fence).
She is a merciless teacher.
I've gotten more praise from Japanese karate trainers than from her.
With her, it is all about the horses, us riders are just a neccessary nuisance.
Today everything worked perfect.
The horses were unusually well behaved, despite the fact that our local rich guy was having a " Kill as many grain fed and released pheasants as you can in 2 hours" day.
Sounded like the Battle of Verdun, minus the shelling.
It is the small things that count.
My best friend since childhood has been diagnosed with liver cancer and is in Chemo right now.
His outlook is pretty bleak.
So we try to keep some happiness in our lives.
One of those is being taught dressage by Margot aka. the mail order bride, who is a very accomplished Baroque rider ( how many riders do you know, who have had their horse do a full Capriole and kick a Rottweiler over a fence).
She is a merciless teacher.
I've gotten more praise from Japanese karate trainers than from her.
With her, it is all about the horses, us riders are just a neccessary nuisance.
Today everything worked perfect.
The horses were unusually well behaved, despite the fact that our local rich guy was having a " Kill as many grain fed and released pheasants as you can in 2 hours" day.
Sounded like the Battle of Verdun, minus the shelling.
It is the small things that count.