Monday, March 5, 2007
Libby is almost two years old. She never ceases to amaze me with her desire to please and her easy-going manner. Her ears are almost always up and alert like this.
About the time our weather turned bad in late December, I realized I had gone as far as I could go with Libby in her training, not because of any failings of her own, but because of my inexperience with training horses. Oh, I'm sure I could just get on her and start riding and she'd do OK. But to be her best, there are other things she needs. I tried once to lunge-line her, but I didn't know how to show her what I wanted.
The weather is fantastic today, so I ponied Libby awhile with Blue. Then I turned her out to pasture and set out on a nice, relaxing ride, just me and Blue. I didn't have a destination in mind when I left, but I turned toward town.
Once there, I decided to go on to the local Walking Horse trainer's place; I figured on a day like this, he'd be outside, and he was. We visited for awhile; he told me about a new filly he bought over the weekend and about a horse he's ready to sell soon (he didn't sell any horse, last year, for less than $3,500). So I mentioned my filly; I told him she is agreeable, but I don't really know how to proceed.
His face lit up, and he more or less said, "Have I got a deal for you!"
Seems he's been promising his wife for two years that he'd take her to Branson for a weekend. He needs somebody to feed his horses while he's gone.
Yes, it sounds simple. But you don't know this man. Each horse has a different amount of feed, and everything must be done just so/so. It isn't easy to chore for him.
But if I do this, says he, he'll come out and show me how to drive Libby, he'll help me fix her up with a bridle of her own with a snaffle bit, and then he'll show me how to lunge her.
So I made a deal with the devil. Wish me luck.
Don't get me wrong, I am not calling this guy a devil. He loves horses above anything or anybody else, and he is a storehouse of knowledge. He just isn't the easiest person to deal with. But for Libby's sake, I'm going to give it the old college try.
I told Cliff, once this guy is around that little filly and sees how sweet-natured she is, he'll probably be trying to buy her; he's tried to buy Blue from me ever since the day I bought him!