Post by hulachowdown on Dec 8, 2007 21:33:27 GMT -5
Nicole stood in the middle of the smallest inside arena watching her painted beauty run infrount of her. Then suddenly, something changed her showed signs of slowly. With a click and step towards him he leaped forward. She wouldn't need the dressage crop in her hand but held it just incase.
The paint kept foreward but slowly lowered his nose. His ears inside ear slowly turned towards him. His frame began to relaxe and he kicked out a bit. She drove him foreward again . A few more turns and she would let him come into her, if he showed her the last sign of acceptance.
Sure enough after a few more rounds of the arena the caramel bay tobiano started chewing the air and he body language was telling her that he was ready to come into the middle with her and accept her fully, at least for a few days. Nicole dropped the whip and turned her back to the paint slowly.
After a few silent and calm moments Nicole started to feel the warmth of the horse's breath on her back then her neck, them her cheeck. She slowly petted him lightly on the nose and then took a step foreward. The horse fallow matching her pace with ease.
Well that wasn't so hard was it Picasso? she said in a slightly babying voice. She reached into her coat pocket for a horse cookie or two. She fed them to her horse who gobled them up before she could pet his neck once. With a smile she walked over to the railing that divided the hard flooring of the school horse tacking up zone from the soft arena's sand and grabbed her bridle.
The paint droped his head so that the girl could easily put the bridle on and didn't fight it in the slightest, if only he was allways this calm and trusting. If he was, she might actualy place in shows, well at least higher them 4th oh how she was starting to hate the color yellow with a passion. She quickly put on his cooler. It was slowly getting cold as the day went on. That was the probulem with living in Alberta, it was so unpridictable. Yesterday they where riding outside in tee-shirts and today they are bundled up in coats and mits.
That's spring in Alberta for you she thought with a sigh. She led the horse out of the inclosed arena for a bit of controled grazing. The smart looking 6 year old gelding fallowed eagerly as if he knew that she was going to let him pig out of the new grass on the side of the barn.
The paint kept foreward but slowly lowered his nose. His ears inside ear slowly turned towards him. His frame began to relaxe and he kicked out a bit. She drove him foreward again . A few more turns and she would let him come into her, if he showed her the last sign of acceptance.
Sure enough after a few more rounds of the arena the caramel bay tobiano started chewing the air and he body language was telling her that he was ready to come into the middle with her and accept her fully, at least for a few days. Nicole dropped the whip and turned her back to the paint slowly.
After a few silent and calm moments Nicole started to feel the warmth of the horse's breath on her back then her neck, them her cheeck. She slowly petted him lightly on the nose and then took a step foreward. The horse fallow matching her pace with ease.
Well that wasn't so hard was it Picasso? she said in a slightly babying voice. She reached into her coat pocket for a horse cookie or two. She fed them to her horse who gobled them up before she could pet his neck once. With a smile she walked over to the railing that divided the hard flooring of the school horse tacking up zone from the soft arena's sand and grabbed her bridle.
The paint droped his head so that the girl could easily put the bridle on and didn't fight it in the slightest, if only he was allways this calm and trusting. If he was, she might actualy place in shows, well at least higher them 4th oh how she was starting to hate the color yellow with a passion. She quickly put on his cooler. It was slowly getting cold as the day went on. That was the probulem with living in Alberta, it was so unpridictable. Yesterday they where riding outside in tee-shirts and today they are bundled up in coats and mits.
That's spring in Alberta for you she thought with a sigh. She led the horse out of the inclosed arena for a bit of controled grazing. The smart looking 6 year old gelding fallowed eagerly as if he knew that she was going to let him pig out of the new grass on the side of the barn.