The Big 1-Oh

Happy Birthday William!

More Old Photos 2006

Not much going on around here as we wait out the dreary weather.  We hope everyone of our Blogger friends is high and dry.

 

 

I came home to NY when I had just turned two years old.  After a couple of "get to know you" rides, while I still remembered my lessons, my shoes were pulled, and for the next year or so I did a lot of not much.

 

The summer I was three, my aunt Holly began to work with me.  One day she called Brita and said "You have to come and try this grey horse.  He's so smart.  You would really like him"

 

I began my lessons again.  I started with some light chains on my hind ankles learning how to rack like a five gaited horse.  The chains tickle and made me quicken my step behind which is usually just enough to break up the 1-2-1-2 beat of a trot.

 

But it didn't really work.  I could do it a little, but I never really got the hang of it.

But I've been known to slip into the rack now and then when I'm all hot and bothered and have run out of better ideas to try.....

Old Photos

I was just looking through old photos and thought you might enjoy some of me as a two year old.

 

Doing my best to attract a new owner at Tattersalls Saddlebred Sales April 2005.  I had just turned two in January and had learned my lessons well.  I preformed steadily in front of the crowd and was flashy enough that the journalist covering the event took my picture.

My new family took me out behind the sale barn to have a good look at me in the sunshine.  Sadly that historic sale barn beside the Red Mile no longer exists. 



Just off the trailer and happy to be home after my long ride from Kentucky

One month later posing in the New York springtime.  Just look at that long black mane.  So many adventures to come....

Speaking of Photo Shoots

I had a professional photo shoot done this summer. Mom and I suprised Brita with a disk full of hundreds of shots of yours truely engaged in a wide spectrum of activities.

There are photos of me being temperate and gentle.

Power shots...

Athletic shots demostrating my loft and suspension...

And shots displaying my tempestuous and wild side.

Yes, I can be a devilish, spinning dervish. It's amazing that I allow myself to be ridden at all.

But in all of them, I am beautiful

Well, in most of them...