the watcher
Well-Known Member
It looked so different when I was a child, smart riders with gleaming tack, glossy horses, indoor showjumping on the TV....
Why did nobody explain the reality? I have kept horses for many years, tried many different approaches, different disciplines but no matter what I do, at some point in each day there is a point where I will be beet red with exertion, sweating profusely and covered in mud.
I was born to be a dressage diva, to wear tails and be breathtakingly glamorous.
Where am I going wrong?
Why did nobody explain the reality? I have kept horses for many years, tried many different approaches, different disciplines but no matter what I do, at some point in each day there is a point where I will be beet red with exertion, sweating profusely and covered in mud.
I was born to be a dressage diva, to wear tails and be breathtakingly glamorous.
Where am I going wrong?