Pony Club Rules!

Of course the pony she had the crush on would be available for such a price, lol.  What other sales ponies might she be able to find to make friends with?  She had already gladly signed 483 waivers, but she still had to find a way to show him how she rode.  As she got older, she also began to recgonize the importance of seeing an animal go, before hopping on yourself, ha.  "Your idea of an obedient horse and mine, are two completely different things."
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It really bugged Jill when she asked her former co-worker to sign some mentoring time sheets for some of the coaching she'd provided in the meetings, lesson observation and other student/lesson plan/horse update discussions, because she refused to.  They'd worked together for almost the full prior year and Jill was just asking her to sign off on five hours or so.

It turned out, after being marketed and paid more than Jill as a certified COACH (vs Jill's certified INSTRUCTOR status), she wasn't actually certified yet.

Slightly less frustrating was the feedback on the pony club clinic she stole from Jill (with the finally obtained actual "superior" credentials), was that they didn't like the way she SOUNDED when she taught, her voice was alienating.   As was the way she delivered her commentary as criticism.  Jill hoped there'd be a little room at next year's camp out for her brand of patience, creativity, musicality and f u n.


Jill refrained from comment when she heard the story from the woman directly about selling her horse and how the new owner was having trouble getting the mare to load for shows and such.  She had the audacity to feign surprise.  Meanwhile, this very same "superior" coach had told Jill about this annoying aspect of the equine's nature in year's prior.  Another tricky horse trade? Buyer beware.  Meanwhile Jill did not have much credibility in the market place because she didn't own a horse and wasn't competing "Pre-Training."
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At first she felt bad for stealing the more exciting pony mount from the older sister of her student, as they all when out hacking together.  They were all good riders and Jill felt honoured and guilty for getting her favourite mount, even though it made the most sense size-wise.

A few gallop strides later, bonk, the teenager in front of her was fallen on her head and getting a concussion test pop quiz from mean mommy, before being sent round the gallop route one more time.  Yowza.