1st to gokesha morgan ridingsasha 2nd to goabbey mooreridingpoisonous ivy
gallop off from the start line. turn right around the first barrel, then race straight to the second barrel. turn left around this one, before heading to the final barrel. turn left round it and then gallop to the finish.
((first to gokesha morganridingsasha))
If you love someone, let them go. If they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were.
Post by KM loves MUSIC and PEANUT!!!! on Jul 9, 2012 5:36:42 GMT -5
~ Kesha ~
I backed Sash out of the trailer and sighed, I was so freaking nervous I thought I was going to throw up. Sasha nickered and nudged my arm, she was always there for me no matter what, she was the one thing that had never come and gone from my life in the blink of an eye. I rubbed her neck and tied her to the trailer and began to groom her and fix her mane. After awhile I did her tail knowing there wasn't a huge point in making her shine (even though I did in the end) cause we were just gonna be doing barrel racing and that would just get her all dusty anyway. I knelled down and did up her Legacy boots the only ones the owner aloud in out barn for the lesson horses, the best on the market she said, I smiled to myself she always bought the best for the horses. After I was done with that I threw on her blue and black saddle pad, then I put on my black and silver lonestar saddle. After she was good cinched up I hooked up her chest strap, then I asked her to lower her head and slipped on her bridle. After fixing and strapped up the shiny black headstall I patted her neck and stepped back to look at my work. Perfect.
I smiled as I changed into my show cloths, most of them matching Sasha's gold and black coat, my shirt was black with yellow roses stitched onto it, my leans were a deep dark blue. I smiled finishing my simple belt, I sat down and pulled on my black leather boots and stood looking at myself in the mirror. My hair was pulled into a tight pony tail, a black cowboy hat sat on my head, my shoulders were back and my back was straight and I realized how much I had changed in the past two years. I smiled and took a deep breath and headed back out to warm up Sash.
As we reached the arena I asked to stand quiet while I hopped on her back and had her take a few walking laps around the arena, after awhile I clucked and rocked, Sash snorted and surged forward into a fast trot, I sat deep getting her a little more collected before I started to post, after a minute or so at a trot I asked for a lope. At first it was more like a slow gallop but then it got slow and smooth an her head lowered to the ground, I smiled and went around a few times. I sat deep and pulled her around quickly to go the other direction, she snorted and turned quickly and I continued this for awhile the change in her feet made her work better. After awhile at warm up I heard the announcer call for us. "This is it ol' girl."
A Great Horseman Never Has To Go Back And Fix A Problem Because He Never Lets It Get Started To Begin With - Clinton Anderson