Post by calliefan234 on May 26, 2012 16:33:31 GMT -5
"Harley, walk." MY voice, lound and clear, broadcasts to Harley from across the arena. My 6 year old gelding slowed to a walk. My hair was pulled into a long braid, and I was wearing no makeup, as usual. "Harley, trot." I walk over to the first Liverpool jump as Harley trots around the ring. "Harley canter." Harley moved into a flawless canter and tossed his head. "Harley, come." Harley started cantering torward me as I jogged alongside of him. I ran to the liverpool with Harley at my side. Harley tensed, and flicked his ears forward. He started to slow. "Harley, JUMP." My voice was loud and confident, and I tapped Harley's flank with my crop. Harley's stride grew quicker and he leaped over the 2'6 liverpool. I watched, beaming. "Good boy!" I ran over and gave him a carrot. "Nice." I turned when I heard a voice. It was ____
