Break the Habit (Sammie) Dec 9, 2012 19:13:00 GMT -5
Post by Kate Perselie on Dec 9, 2012 19:13:00 GMT -5
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Now it's time to build up from the bottom of the pit, right to the top
I walked into the barn, my black boots clicking brightly on the ground. Like usual, the stable was spotless, and not a single piece of hay was on the ground. When I had first gotten here, I was afraid of seeming out of place in the perfect barn, but now I was used to it. I felt like I belonged. Canterwood was my home. I had just started leasing a new horse, Abbott. He jumped 3 feet easily, which was good since I had outgrown Josh, who only jumped 2 feet. I was still jumping around 2 feet, not nearly as high as some of the other riders here, but I was still proud of my progress. My goal was to be jumping 2'9'' by the end of the summer. Mr. Conner had already mentioned that I should be jumping 2'6'' at the shows, which I was happy to do.
I picked up Abbott's halter and matching lead rope and quickly lead him into the grooming stall. I walked into the locker room and found his locker. Next I went to my locker to get my saddle and saddle pad. The only thing of Abbott's that I would need to borrow was a bridle. Grabbing the things, I walked back out to start grooming him. I picked up the curry comb and began brushing in quick, round circles. Tiny puffs of dust formed. The next brush was the hard brush. Very little dust came off. The horses here were obviously very well groomed. I finished with the soft brush. Abbott seemed to really like it. He shook his head up and down and perked his ears. He even turned around and watched me as I brushed him.
I picked up the saddle pad, which was light blue, and placed it on his back. The color looked great, and I flattened it on his back. Next came the saddle. I put on the girth, making sure that the straps covered the top of the girth. I tightened it just enough, and Abbott let out a soft puff of breath. He didn't seem to hate the girth being tightened, which I was thankful for. I grabbed my helmet off the rack and put it on, buckling the straps. Next I put on the bridle. Rye didn't like that. He clamped his mouth together tightly, refusing to open his mouth. I remembered what my old trainer had said, and fixed the bridle in my hand, putting it on his nose. I lodged my fingers into the corners of his mouth and wiggled them a little. The bit slid easily into his mouth. I fixed the brow band and buckled the straps. Taking ahold of the reins, I lead Abbott out of the grooming stalls and into the indoor arena.
“Hi.” I heard someone say, walking their horse around the ring.
"Sammie!" I said, grinning when I noticed it was my best friend. I mounted Abbott and started walking towards Sammie.