Post by april on Jul 21, 2009 11:25:32 GMT -5
Razzle is more than anxious to jump, and I can feel his excitement as I warm him up with some dressage. He always goes out of his way to be obedient and please me all he can, but he’s feeling so great it’s hard for him to hold himself in. His strides are sure and smooth, and beyond comfortable. I smile as I think how lucky I am to have a horse who’s such a dream to ride. Once he’s warmed up, I set up some jumps around the arena, and He knickers and whinnies in anticipation. I give him a petting as I remount, and then take him over the course. There are jumps of every size and width, and Razzle never puts a foot wrong as he sails over them each with at least a foot to spare. He’s such an incredible jumper. It’s like he has magic wings to carry him over each jump, like some kind of fairy horse. His Anglo- Arab heritage has resulted in him being a bold yet careful jumper, a combination that’s hard to come by. I make sure to give him plenty of praise and petting, remembering how temperamental his earlier abuse had made him. I’m just glad I could make him happy. When we finish flying around the course for about the tenth time, I know even though he isn’t acting at all winded and is barely sweating, I can’t let myself get carried away and let him wear himself out. I pull him up and pet him, doing all I can to let him know I love him.