Post by thunderhillgirl on Aug 10, 2011 22:47:58 GMT -5
Students With Their Own horse, and boarders who do not take lessons
Name: Stephanie
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Appearance: Im a ginger I have brown eyes, I’m short like 4’ 10’’, I’m tanish, I have a birthmark on my right ab
Riding Experience: I do lessons, I know how to do all 4 gaits, I am jumping show jumps and I do racing I am intermediate
Disciplines: I ride English but ride western for trails and roping. I am interested in doing barrels
Personality: Random, funny, willing to learn, smart, sweet
History: I came from a small town riding a horse named Petey which I then went on to buy. I was doing jumper shows and riding race horses.
Riding School: Starry Skys
Horses Name: Petey
Breed: Paint
Age: 6
Gender: stallion
Personality: stubborn, fast, sweet, funny, smart
Disciplines: He is my horse I can do anything with, he is also my show horse for everything, from jumping and racing to barrel racing
Appearance: A black and white paint horse with icy blue eyes (he is the attaached picture)
Vices and Quirks: He is very stubborn, he needs a rider who is will to put a little effort into making him do things. But he is really sweet once he gets to know you. He tends to crib on his stall doors, its just a habit. But he is really funny I even taught him to close the stall door for me. Its so cute.
Sample Post: Stephanie strode into the barn quickly eager to see Petey. And there he was already sticking his muscled neck out of his stall door, waiting for me. I greeted him giving him his favorite treat, blackberries. I quietly talked to him, “So boy you wanna do a jumps today???” He shook his head “no” violently. “Then what do you want to do?” He left the stall door to grab my cowgirl hat off its hook which was in his stall. “Oh so you want to go on a trail ride do ya?”
He then shook his head violently up and down nickering loudly. “Ok shhhhh boy,” making me laugh as he buried his nose into my hand. I then went and grabbed my western saddle and Petey’s bridle from the tack room. I groomed him and tacked him up and led him out of the stall. But then as were still in the barn, he stopped right outside his stall. He reached over and grabbed my rope and lasso. I looked at him confused but put it on my saddle. I then lead him out of the barn and mounted onto his back and off we went…
Name: Stephanie
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Appearance: Im a ginger I have brown eyes, I’m short like 4’ 10’’, I’m tanish, I have a birthmark on my right ab
Riding Experience: I do lessons, I know how to do all 4 gaits, I am jumping show jumps and I do racing I am intermediate
Disciplines: I ride English but ride western for trails and roping. I am interested in doing barrels
Personality: Random, funny, willing to learn, smart, sweet
History: I came from a small town riding a horse named Petey which I then went on to buy. I was doing jumper shows and riding race horses.
Riding School: Starry Skys
Horses Name: Petey
Breed: Paint
Age: 6
Gender: stallion
Personality: stubborn, fast, sweet, funny, smart
Disciplines: He is my horse I can do anything with, he is also my show horse for everything, from jumping and racing to barrel racing
Appearance: A black and white paint horse with icy blue eyes (he is the attaached picture)
Vices and Quirks: He is very stubborn, he needs a rider who is will to put a little effort into making him do things. But he is really sweet once he gets to know you. He tends to crib on his stall doors, its just a habit. But he is really funny I even taught him to close the stall door for me. Its so cute.
Sample Post: Stephanie strode into the barn quickly eager to see Petey. And there he was already sticking his muscled neck out of his stall door, waiting for me. I greeted him giving him his favorite treat, blackberries. I quietly talked to him, “So boy you wanna do a jumps today???” He shook his head “no” violently. “Then what do you want to do?” He left the stall door to grab my cowgirl hat off its hook which was in his stall. “Oh so you want to go on a trail ride do ya?”
He then shook his head violently up and down nickering loudly. “Ok shhhhh boy,” making me laugh as he buried his nose into my hand. I then went and grabbed my western saddle and Petey’s bridle from the tack room. I groomed him and tacked him up and led him out of the stall. But then as were still in the barn, he stopped right outside his stall. He reached over and grabbed my rope and lasso. I looked at him confused but put it on my saddle. I then lead him out of the barn and mounted onto his back and off we went…
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