Post by Diamond Patrick Parker on Nov 28, 2012 17:12:17 GMT -6
Click-clack, click-clack....that was all you would normally hear inside the barn in London; although it was the only one around for miles. Not hearing any rucus or anything of commotion inside the barn, Diamond entered; suprised that most horses were out of the stalls.
Everyone must be riding, or grazing. she thought to herself. Having her hair in a side fishtail braid, Dimaond played with the end while she walked down the barn's aisle. Seeing the cremello stick her head out over the stall's door, DImaond cradled her large sized head in her arms, stroking the soft coat of the mare. Hey baby girl, I'll be back soon. she said turning to the tack room. Walking inside seeing all the empty racks, she knew that everyone was riding then. Taking the navy saddle pad and then the black saddle; Dimaond found all the right gear for the ride.
Taking it back to the mare's stall, she was ready to go in minutes, after a grooming and some reassuring that the tack was correctly in place, and that Fly didn't "cheat". Taking the reins in her hands, Diamond walked the mare down the aisle, now hearing the hooves rattling on the barn floor. Seeing in the Roscoe Arena, Fly tried to turn on her and walk off on her own. No, Fly. We are riding outside today weather you like it or not. Diamond said to her leading the mar einside.
The arena was empty, and mounting into the saddle was the next step. Bouncing off the ground; Dimaond felt Fly rush forwards, although she was able to save herself a fall from getting on qucikly. Giving the mare a tap with her hand on her flank, Dimaond gathered the reins and started along the outside of the rail. I see you aren't going to be good today. Fresh and frisky.
Starting at a trot, she felt good that jumps were already set up in the middle, as she didn't have to keep mmounting and unmounting. Fly bucked a bit and flew herself into the air at the cue of a trot. Thinking of what was wrong with the horse, Diamond would have ot think of that later on. Moving the mare into a canter, Fly stopped back to a trot after getting a go. Pushing her farther, she took off at a high trot. Tapping the mare's side with a whip got her in place and she collected at a smooth canter.
Everyone must be riding, or grazing. she thought to herself. Having her hair in a side fishtail braid, Dimaond played with the end while she walked down the barn's aisle. Seeing the cremello stick her head out over the stall's door, DImaond cradled her large sized head in her arms, stroking the soft coat of the mare. Hey baby girl, I'll be back soon. she said turning to the tack room. Walking inside seeing all the empty racks, she knew that everyone was riding then. Taking the navy saddle pad and then the black saddle; Dimaond found all the right gear for the ride.
Taking it back to the mare's stall, she was ready to go in minutes, after a grooming and some reassuring that the tack was correctly in place, and that Fly didn't "cheat". Taking the reins in her hands, Diamond walked the mare down the aisle, now hearing the hooves rattling on the barn floor. Seeing in the Roscoe Arena, Fly tried to turn on her and walk off on her own. No, Fly. We are riding outside today weather you like it or not. Diamond said to her leading the mar einside.
The arena was empty, and mounting into the saddle was the next step. Bouncing off the ground; Dimaond felt Fly rush forwards, although she was able to save herself a fall from getting on qucikly. Giving the mare a tap with her hand on her flank, Dimaond gathered the reins and started along the outside of the rail. I see you aren't going to be good today. Fresh and frisky.
Starting at a trot, she felt good that jumps were already set up in the middle, as she didn't have to keep mmounting and unmounting. Fly bucked a bit and flew herself into the air at the cue of a trot. Thinking of what was wrong with the horse, Diamond would have ot think of that later on. Moving the mare into a canter, Fly stopped back to a trot after getting a go. Pushing her farther, she took off at a high trot. Tapping the mare's side with a whip got her in place and she collected at a smooth canter.
