“Hello Elliot”, I say as I draw open the stall door. Elliot, a huge percheron-warmblood cross is standing in the far corner of his stall. As I approach he looks up and I give him a smooch on his schnozzle. Taking his halter I lead him to the cross ties.
Bending over, my lower back twinges, a remnant from yesterday’s tennis match (6:3, 3:6, 4:6 we lost) but before I can wince I notice the farrier has visited.
“Ooh la la, I see you had a pawdacure and new shoes. So fancy.”
To the dismay of everyone at the “A” Barn where Elliot lives, he is barefoot most of the year. After cleaning all 4 hoofs, I straighten and arch my back. I ride 3 days a week. I’d love to ride more but now is not time. (more on that in future blog posts)
There’s three of us who ride Elliot, me, The Owner and The Reporter and we’re all trained by Coach. I ride Tuesdays and Thursdays and many Saturdays.
On the way up the driveway I notice the golf cart is parked at the house. The telltale sign that Coach is away. He must be at Palgrave with the Girls. My translation of the situation….I have freedom to do as I please!
“Geez’us Elliot…stand still” I stammer at him as he pulls me off the stool. Elliot is almost 18 hands tall making a step stool a necessity when putting in ear plugs. MyRe-Equine Used Saddlespartner makes fun of me when I put in his earplugs. I use the plugs that have a string attached. Kinda like the mittens we wore when we were young. Serious riders use ear plugs that look like pom poms. But their horse’s ears are trimmed, not fuzzy like Elliot’s. To remove plugs on a string, you just pull the string and they pop out.
Finally we’re tacked and head to the arena for a ride.