A Horse Is A Horse...

A Horse Is A Horse...

George and Kathy and their pony, Star, lit a fire in Zoe last summer. She’s been dying to take horseback riding lessons, which we supported, but we needed to find that sweet spot of cost and location.

Finally found those, and today was her first lesson. She knew the lesson would include mucking out stalls, cleaning of tack, grooming of the horses, and some riding. It was a sunny, but cold and blustery day. Her boots, which we got from a friend, were a little too small. She had to wear my gloves because we forgot hers at home. She only had on a t-shirt under her winter coat, which is a little too big for her.

Pretty much, I sent the child off with an ill-prepared body, but a very willing spirit.

How did it work out?

Exactly as she hoped. She couldn’t feel her feet by the time she got back to the car after two hours out working with horses, but she had a huge smile on her face, and she can’t wait to go back.

Starting the riding lesson.
Cold feet, warm heart.
Today being led around on a lead rope, hopefully next time, free rein.