Drum Roll Please

Just before my 16th birthday, after almost 5 years of lessons, my super fab mom bought me my first horse. His barn name was Dusty, and we dubbed him Drum Roll Please for horse shows. My instructor had purchased him about 6 months earlier to replace her beginner lesson pony who has gone home to live in his mom's back yard. Needless to say, the 6 year old, green as grass, 14.1 palomino was not working out for her. I, as one of her more experienced students, had been working with him and was hopelessly in love. He ha one speed. Fast. Fast walk, fast trot, and fast canter. And one lead. And he liked to lay down and roll in the sand arena when it was hot. In the middle of my lessons. With me on him. Typical pony. When Ellie, my instructor, let me know he was for sale and I had first dibs I was thrilled. So after a week of discussions with my mom, trying one other horse (an Arab mare who was NOT for me), and $1000 later, he was loaded on a trailer and on his way to a new farm cheaper and closer to home.

Now, almost 12 years later, after teaching me how to stay on through jut about anything, how to fall off when there was no other choice, ad countless other lessons, he is semi retired, half-leased to a college student, and livin it large at Boots and Saddle Riding Club, where I have worked for the past 6 years. He started my love of jumping by going over pretty much everything I pointed him at Well, when he wasn't dirty stopping or running out at the last minute. Gotta love ponies!