let you ask their 3 yr old if she wants to see the sexy body of the fella you're having them meet for the very first time?
Jill introduced her young friend to her big ole horse friend with this line, before taking off his winter blanket. The child wanted to be picked up so she could reach his big bay belly and she looked sooooo cute stroking his underside with the brush.
*
Jill was concerned about the sand the horses were injesting being turned out so often in the riding rings. She also could see that they had no respect for the fence, since it hadn't been built with turn outs in mind and had no electricity running through it.
She'd worked for folks like this before. They weren't involved in the horse world anymore... it was more work than they could have imagined, exacerbated by their inexperience.
2009-10-07
2009-10-06
Same Old Competiton
Jill could see that the other instructor was clearly out to make her look bad, and had also been in cahoots with the new instructor to brainwash her before even meeting Jill.
(The one who had taught lessons already but had not yet signed a waiver, ha).
Was Jill the only one who noticed when she admitted "it might have been me who put the pelham in wrong" and insuated that Jill had been the one insisting on the even harsher bit... The owner of the place didn't know harsh from not and was loyal to the employee she'd hired first.
The other instructor had not completed paperwork, and one of the others had a missing first page, but they were both commended by said boss, Jill's shoddy paperwork left unspoken.
Things were not looking good for her future there.
Which was relief in a way.
She felt that humans made all the decisions around horses and felt that any place that was going to blame "horse error" and "breed inbreeding" for the unfortunate death of new herd member, instead of learning from their own accountability, was a place she didn't want to watch choose and develop other beasts anyway...
All Jill could do was offering the most safe, constructive lessons she could, while adhering to sound business practices, and doing her best to honour the recommendations of the provincial and national governing sport offices (despite their flaws).
Jill said she noticed the gaited newcomers where not meshing well with the pony herd and would not have moved them in 9 days as was done, she was ignored.
When Jill suggested that they should have at least filled out an incident report in order to learn from the occurence, she was told that incident reports only had to do with human injury.
She did not fit with the facilty, despite its advertised but misguided interest in horse welfare.
She was interested to see how things would unfold.
A talented horse would have cleared the fence but the Tennessee Walking Horses were not that atheletic, and Jill could admit that they did indeed seem daft. And, the owners were clearly Very Inexperienced horse folk as well... Who else would have found the facility owners more knowledgable? yikes.
(The one who had taught lessons already but had not yet signed a waiver, ha).
Was Jill the only one who noticed when she admitted "it might have been me who put the pelham in wrong" and insuated that Jill had been the one insisting on the even harsher bit... The owner of the place didn't know harsh from not and was loyal to the employee she'd hired first.
The other instructor had not completed paperwork, and one of the others had a missing first page, but they were both commended by said boss, Jill's shoddy paperwork left unspoken.
Things were not looking good for her future there.
Which was relief in a way.
She felt that humans made all the decisions around horses and felt that any place that was going to blame "horse error" and "breed inbreeding" for the unfortunate death of new herd member, instead of learning from their own accountability, was a place she didn't want to watch choose and develop other beasts anyway...
All Jill could do was offering the most safe, constructive lessons she could, while adhering to sound business practices, and doing her best to honour the recommendations of the provincial and national governing sport offices (despite their flaws).
Jill said she noticed the gaited newcomers where not meshing well with the pony herd and would not have moved them in 9 days as was done, she was ignored.
When Jill suggested that they should have at least filled out an incident report in order to learn from the occurence, she was told that incident reports only had to do with human injury.
She did not fit with the facilty, despite its advertised but misguided interest in horse welfare.
She was interested to see how things would unfold.
A talented horse would have cleared the fence but the Tennessee Walking Horses were not that atheletic, and Jill could admit that they did indeed seem daft. And, the owners were clearly Very Inexperienced horse folk as well... Who else would have found the facility owners more knowledgable? yikes.
2009-09-08
Jill Speaks Up
at the horse show Jill made a point to nominate some of the students for the sportmanship award and encouraging some of the parent to do so as well. the head coach meanwhile, was too busy to eat, so doubtlessly had not. did this make Jill look bad?
The horses had not had a drink when when arrived there, even though they'd gone through the stress of trailering on the summer day, hours earlier. This same superior had spoken to her a condenscending tone about the location of the water trough. But Jill believed in watering by the bucket-from-anyway. Who would let their horse drink in the same bowl as so many unknown others?
She suggested giving the trailer guy his half hour warning at 1:40 and had a load ready to go at 2:05. The head coach called at 2:30 and one of the riders was missing then, re-doing the wraps Jill had done her self on the troublesome horse. Apparently, this was at the boss's direction. Which left Jill wondering why hadn't they had a wrapping clinic well before show day.
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Jill's crush on the local equine/musical interest was waning. First of all, he hadn't called. Second of all, some of his friends had living styles that didn't quite sit right with her. And, finally, he was the kind of guy that took up horse-riding by heading out to the store to get The Best of All the required gear. She was more of a make due kind of gal "Even when I'm rich I'm cheap."
*
"But, it was sad not to have a romantic interest at least! If you don't have a crush, what are you supposed to dream about? I don't want to fantasize about winning the lottery," Jill ranted to her roommate, "I want to dream about loooooooove."
*
It was funny to do the whole entire ride, panting into the little tiny microphone tucked in around ear (speaking while riding was a much harder work out than she'd expected), only to find the little machine wasn't turned on properly. ah ha ha. next time maybe.
The horses had not had a drink when when arrived there, even though they'd gone through the stress of trailering on the summer day, hours earlier. This same superior had spoken to her a condenscending tone about the location of the water trough. But Jill believed in watering by the bucket-from-anyway. Who would let their horse drink in the same bowl as so many unknown others?
She suggested giving the trailer guy his half hour warning at 1:40 and had a load ready to go at 2:05. The head coach called at 2:30 and one of the riders was missing then, re-doing the wraps Jill had done her self on the troublesome horse. Apparently, this was at the boss's direction. Which left Jill wondering why hadn't they had a wrapping clinic well before show day.
*
Jill's crush on the local equine/musical interest was waning. First of all, he hadn't called. Second of all, some of his friends had living styles that didn't quite sit right with her. And, finally, he was the kind of guy that took up horse-riding by heading out to the store to get The Best of All the required gear. She was more of a make due kind of gal "Even when I'm rich I'm cheap."
*
"But, it was sad not to have a romantic interest at least! If you don't have a crush, what are you supposed to dream about? I don't want to fantasize about winning the lottery," Jill ranted to her roommate, "I want to dream about loooooooove."
*
It was funny to do the whole entire ride, panting into the little tiny microphone tucked in around ear (speaking while riding was a much harder work out than she'd expected), only to find the little machine wasn't turned on properly. ah ha ha. next time maybe.
2009-08-28
For the Love of Horses!
Jill could not stop thinking of riding horses in Ireland. Her last beau had said he'd be interested in riding, but he hadn't been really... obviously -- they'd never been to a stable together and he'd never even tried to find the time.
*
Her Irish crush was still on her mind. Had she invited him riding? When they'd facebook chatted he said his internet connection is rubbish. He'd said have fun with the music night and that he would find a way to be in touch, but he hadn't been. It was just like he fell off the face of the earth, egads.
*
At the unique equine fundraising event she introduced herself to a cute organizer, though she had no idea if he was single or not... He mentioned that he was deep into an MBA program until December, but that he'd call her to go riding before that.
Suffice to say she wasn't holding her breath. But, her roommate was excited. She thought he'd be into Jill and said she had said so long before this meeting...
"He's thinking of you tonite" roomie carried on, when Jill came home and filled her in on the party... she actually kind of hoped so! He was into music too apparently, and she would welcome a sign of interest.
*
Her Irish crush was still on her mind. Had she invited him riding? When they'd facebook chatted he said his internet connection is rubbish. He'd said have fun with the music night and that he would find a way to be in touch, but he hadn't been. It was just like he fell off the face of the earth, egads.
*
At the unique equine fundraising event she introduced herself to a cute organizer, though she had no idea if he was single or not... He mentioned that he was deep into an MBA program until December, but that he'd call her to go riding before that.
Suffice to say she wasn't holding her breath. But, her roommate was excited. She thought he'd be into Jill and said she had said so long before this meeting...
"He's thinking of you tonite" roomie carried on, when Jill came home and filled her in on the party... she actually kind of hoped so! He was into music too apparently, and she would welcome a sign of interest.
2009-08-24
Mantra Song?
Jill said she had only written one song on horseback. It was about bailing out on the boss and riding off together on Monday, and really seemed to solve the matter when she had to hack Ellie past the Alligator pond or the g i a n t burn pile, to soothe both their nervousness daily, ha!
She believed that music affected both her and the horse's physiology. She sang it slow to slow their heartbeats and the breathing rates, as well as to bring down blood pressure... she called it "Campain"
*
It was weird to run into that very boss-partner the day after telling the story... "you broke his heart" she was told, in case she hadn't felt bad ENUF about the accidental boyfriend already.
She believed that music affected both her and the horse's physiology. She sang it slow to slow their heartbeats and the breathing rates, as well as to bring down blood pressure... she called it "Campain"
*
It was weird to run into that very boss-partner the day after telling the story... "you broke his heart" she was told, in case she hadn't felt bad ENUF about the accidental boyfriend already.
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