Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2015 20:27:05 GMT
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“You’re making some great choices,” Laura muttered to herself.
She was referencing the fact that she had moved from her nice home in Wichita, Kansas out west to Los Angeles. The move itself wasn’t the problem. She had expected that she would move away from Kansas at some point. Not that she didn’t love where she came from, but she did long for a place slightly more exciting. No, the problem was that she decided to go from Show Jumping, which she had been pretty decent at, to Reining, which she didn’t know that much about. But that was fine. She thought of herself at a fast learner. The real underlying problem was that she decided to train her mare, who was trained in Show Jumping, in reining as well.
She could’ve just sold Dana and bought a horse who was more suited to the sport. But that would mean giving up a horse she had spent almost two years working with, a creature that was like family to her. And she hadn’t been willing to do that. It didn’t help that back in her hometown, everyone thought she was insane for trying to train her horse in a sport that she probably wouldn’t succeed in. But she was stubborn. Yes, she knew that she probably didn’t stand a chance, but you never knew unless you tried. At least, that was what she told herself.
But here she was, trying to coax her horse towards her, so she could saddle up the horse for a trail ride. But Dana, the ornery horse she was, decided that no, she’d rather stay in the pasture. Shaking the bucket of grain didn’t work, not when there was grass to eat. Laura huffed and set the bucket on the ground.
“Find, be ornery. See if I care. I can wait here all day if I have to."
The chestnut mare raised her head and stepped closer to Laura, ears pricked forward. Laura raised her hand to catch a hold of the halter as the horse came closer, but the horse quickly stepped backwards. Dana then stepped forwards once more, only to leap back as Laura reached out.
“Are we really going to play this game?” She asked. “I mean, I like games and all, but this isn’t one of them.”
She was referencing the fact that she had moved from her nice home in Wichita, Kansas out west to Los Angeles. The move itself wasn’t the problem. She had expected that she would move away from Kansas at some point. Not that she didn’t love where she came from, but she did long for a place slightly more exciting. No, the problem was that she decided to go from Show Jumping, which she had been pretty decent at, to Reining, which she didn’t know that much about. But that was fine. She thought of herself at a fast learner. The real underlying problem was that she decided to train her mare, who was trained in Show Jumping, in reining as well.
She could’ve just sold Dana and bought a horse who was more suited to the sport. But that would mean giving up a horse she had spent almost two years working with, a creature that was like family to her. And she hadn’t been willing to do that. It didn’t help that back in her hometown, everyone thought she was insane for trying to train her horse in a sport that she probably wouldn’t succeed in. But she was stubborn. Yes, she knew that she probably didn’t stand a chance, but you never knew unless you tried. At least, that was what she told herself.
But here she was, trying to coax her horse towards her, so she could saddle up the horse for a trail ride. But Dana, the ornery horse she was, decided that no, she’d rather stay in the pasture. Shaking the bucket of grain didn’t work, not when there was grass to eat. Laura huffed and set the bucket on the ground.
“Find, be ornery. See if I care. I can wait here all day if I have to."
The chestnut mare raised her head and stepped closer to Laura, ears pricked forward. Laura raised her hand to catch a hold of the halter as the horse came closer, but the horse quickly stepped backwards. Dana then stepped forwards once more, only to leap back as Laura reached out.
“Are we really going to play this game?” She asked. “I mean, I like games and all, but this isn’t one of them.”
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