Post by rabidfox109 on Mar 17, 2009 16:29:23 GMT -5
Summary-This is just how I got my horse and are life together since, he wasn't perfect and I wasn't either, but we stayed together and now we are happy.
It all started when I was fourteen, I had always wanted to go to a sleep away horse camp so my friend told me about a small farm that she rode at. They were starting a small sleep away camp, it was only to be 7 to 8 people there. I talked my dad into allowing me to go, I wanted so much to go to a camp and after a while he said yes. Already I was ready to get to the camp that summer and get my camp horse. We went down to the farm just to see how everything was, we walked around on the tour, all the horses were out. In the field there was Bays and Chestnuts, but the grey stood out among them he walked over to the fence and let us all pet him. He looked just like my old horse that I had lost two years before. Then we went home after that The owner of the farm wanted me and my sister to come back before the camp so she could see how we rode, and we did. I rode first a horse named Mojo, he was great, but this isn’t about him. I got off and my sister got on him, I decided to go look at all the other horses. The owner’s daughter pulled out the same grey horse, she was so happy that she got to ride him, she hadn’t ridden him in a while. Looking at him he wasn’t the most fancy horse ever, they had only gotten him a few months before and he had been nothing but bones when they bought him. I remember looking at him and saying to my self, I think he will be mine one day, but then I shook away the feeling, this horse was an Arabian and my dad didn’t like thoroughbreds or Arabians. After my sister finished riding we went home and didn’t come back until the camp.
At first when everyone got to the farm we all didn’t talk much, most of us were shy. After we were there and put are stuff in the house we got are horses, two girls were assigned to a horse. I happened to get the same Arabian that I had met my other two visits, another girl as well got him. We groomed him, rode him, fed him, let him out, and cleaned his stall together, I can’t say I cared for the girl to much, we just didn’t see eye to eye. The first two days we got to ride English, which is what I do now. Since I had been jumping a little before camp I was told I could jump the Arabian, who I learned was called Abra Kadabra, I had only jumped a few times at that time in my life and the horses I rode went over a jump no matter who was riding them. Not Abra, you needed to hold your legs and steer, something I really hadn’t needed to do before. So once I pointed him at the jump he felt like he was about to jump, but being the flexible Arabian he was he turned out of it at the last second. In other words I jumped it, he didn’t. he was the first horse I had ever fallen from, but for some reason I loved him. He was stubborn and tested me all the time, he would see a leaf blowing in the wind and run in the other direction, but still I fell for him. I rode him for the 7 days I was at camp, and on the 5th day I found out information that made me want to fly. Abra was for sale. The other girl that rode him wanted him as well, so it was a race to are parents to convince them to buy Abra. I waited until I got home on the 7th day I walked into the living room, we had talked a few times about getting me another horse, but my step mom didn’t like the idea so it was always put on the back burner. Once she left the house I knew I had to ask, I told my dad about my camp horse and how much fun he was and what a great horse he was, I left out the fact he was an Arabian. My dad asked for his name and I told him Abra Kadabra, then he asked what kind of horse. Sadly I told him he looked at me and said “Abra Kadabra poof your not getting him” I got really up set, then my step mom came in and talked about her horse and how she wanted another to keep hers company, but it would be hers not mine. I walked out upset, thinking the other girl would get my horse. On a Saturday a few weeks later my dad told me get in the car, so I did. He drove right to the farm were Abra was, he rode him and so did I. After we got in the car and my dad said no, he wanted me to get a dead broke bombproof horse, not a spooky Arabian. After that the next weekend I went away with my grandparents to are house upstate. As I drove my ATV on the trails I imagined my self riding Abra on them and racing in the fields, I was angry at my dad for crushing my dreams and letting the other girl buy Abra. The whole week I was up there I was upset, I wanted a horse, but most of all I wanted Abra. After returning home late my grandparents and dad talked, my step mom was mad at something, but after my grandparents left my dad looked at me and said “You better be happy” I didn’t know what he was talking about then he looked at me “We got you the horse” I was so happy, the next day I rushed to the farm with all my horse things. I was so happy, everything seemed perfect, I had gotten by perfect horse, I would have a life just like I always read about in books, or saw in the movies, I had my horse, my perfect horse.
I was far from right, I only could get to the farm on Saturdays and Sundays, he didn’t like sitting the in the fields all week then being expected to work on the weekends. He began to take the bit in his mouth and take off to a wall, and turn at the last second, he would buck when I told him to go. When the gate was open he would bolt out with me on his back. He was far from the horse I fell in love with at camp. I wanted to get rid of him, I wanted to sell him, I wanted a better horse. Often I would get off his back crying, but slowly it began to change. One day I got to go riding after school, but once I got there he was half way threw eating his dinner, so I decided to groom him while he ate. That’s all I did for three hours. I stood in the stall with him, grooming him and talking to him. After that he seemed to get happy to see me, he started to behave more, not as well as he once had, but still good. Once summer came around I let my step mother talk me into brining him to are house, were we have a small two stall barn. I let my self think I would ride him everyday, he would be at my house and we would grow closer. Once again I was wrong, if anything we became more distant, we had no flat ground to ride on, if it rained or was bad weather I couldn’t ride, he was a wreck if I took him out of the fence with out my step moms horse with him. Once again I wanted to sell him, but at the end of the summer camp came around again. We took Abra back to the farm, and it started out bad, he didn’t want to do a thing I said, but after riding him everyday at camp, only me he became different, he became the horse I fell in love with. I was happy once again and I told my dad to not get rid of him. I decided to not move him back to are house and keep him a the boarding barn. The problem was once camp ended and school started he became a nightmare again. After September we were once again thinking of selling him, but my friend told me move him to her barn and give him one last chance.
We brought him to the new farm, he lived in a stall that he could reach his head over the top of the door and watch what was going on around him. I started to work for my lessons and the more I learned the more he began to listen. My new instructor took nothing made me make him listen, if he was bad she made me ride threw it, she made me ride as long as I had to until he began to listen. I still didn’t want him. During that time I still rode him in my lessons and as weeks went by we began jumping, it didn’t happen like last time. My new instructor put me in a lesson that had two other riders in it, her daughter and another girl. This lesson made be feel embarrass by my horse, they had flashy show horses, ones that jumped anything you pointed them at, they trusted their horses to go over the jumps, but not me. Being in this lesson made me work hard, I was tired of my horse getting the best of me, I rode everyday I worked on making my self better. As I learned more he began to let on he knew more, over all the time I was disappointed in my cheep shabby skinny(we were still having a hard time getting him to a good weight) horse I didn’t see him changing, he grew muscle. All the times when everyone was told to bring their horses round, I could never get him, but I began to notice soon he was shaping up, he started to go round. Over time he became the horse I wanted everything seemed perfect, he got to a good weight. My instructor then told me how when she first saw Abra she thought she was going to have me ride him for a time, but thought I would out grow him, but to her surprise he kept letting on he knew more. I began to see us going to shows and coming out with blue ribbons. By this time I was in my sophomore year of high school and everything seemed to be going great.
One Friday night I was at the movies and for some reason that one time I had forgotten to turn my phone off, something I usually remembered to do. I looked at the phone and saw it was the farm, I answered it and walked out side. It was my instructor, she said Abra was stiff and couldn’t move, she told me she would call me back with more information (I didn’t have a ride to the farm) an hour later she called me “Abra foundered in all four hooves” she told me. My world crashed, my horse would never jump again, my horse would never get to take off to a wall and try and get me off his back again. The next day I finaly got a ride to the farm and went to see him. He still couldn’t move, he looked so sad. I saw every dream I had just formed die. I watched day by day as my horse couldn’t leave the stall his mussels wither to nothing, he began to lose weight. Then one day I was home and I got a call again “There’s nothing to worry about, but we went to go in Abra’s stall and he bolted out the door and cantered down the isle strait into the ring, we caught him and he’s alright, the vet thinks it’s a good sign, he won’t need to be put down” I was so happy, my horse would live. After that I had to walk him everyday and I did, a month later the vet said I could get on him again just to walk around, nothing to much. That didn’t matter, I was able to ride my horse again. After three weeks of just walking me instructor told me to trot him out, I lead him in to the ring and ran along side him, he decided he wanted to do more then trot, he reared and danced side ways and reared again. Everyone laughed, the vet told me that he could go back to being ridden again, slowly work him back into jumping again. He was back after only two months, it was amazing that he healed so fast. Now we once again started jumping, we went into are first show and got reserve champion. He’s my dream horse, even though he makes me work hard, and even if he isn’t a young flashy horse, he’s my old man, my little twenty Arab that can keep up with the five years old flashy show horses. I’ve been told he’s small he can’t jump, but he can, when most horses refuse he will go over the jump at any angle, my instructor said he was one in a million if I point him at a jump now he jumps, we are a team and we trust each other. He knows my car when I drive into the farm he runs to the gate and waits until I get to his field. I plan to take him to collage with me in two years, he’s my horse, and forever he showed me not to give up when things get hard. I love him, I always will.
It all started when I was fourteen, I had always wanted to go to a sleep away horse camp so my friend told me about a small farm that she rode at. They were starting a small sleep away camp, it was only to be 7 to 8 people there. I talked my dad into allowing me to go, I wanted so much to go to a camp and after a while he said yes. Already I was ready to get to the camp that summer and get my camp horse. We went down to the farm just to see how everything was, we walked around on the tour, all the horses were out. In the field there was Bays and Chestnuts, but the grey stood out among them he walked over to the fence and let us all pet him. He looked just like my old horse that I had lost two years before. Then we went home after that The owner of the farm wanted me and my sister to come back before the camp so she could see how we rode, and we did. I rode first a horse named Mojo, he was great, but this isn’t about him. I got off and my sister got on him, I decided to go look at all the other horses. The owner’s daughter pulled out the same grey horse, she was so happy that she got to ride him, she hadn’t ridden him in a while. Looking at him he wasn’t the most fancy horse ever, they had only gotten him a few months before and he had been nothing but bones when they bought him. I remember looking at him and saying to my self, I think he will be mine one day, but then I shook away the feeling, this horse was an Arabian and my dad didn’t like thoroughbreds or Arabians. After my sister finished riding we went home and didn’t come back until the camp.
At first when everyone got to the farm we all didn’t talk much, most of us were shy. After we were there and put are stuff in the house we got are horses, two girls were assigned to a horse. I happened to get the same Arabian that I had met my other two visits, another girl as well got him. We groomed him, rode him, fed him, let him out, and cleaned his stall together, I can’t say I cared for the girl to much, we just didn’t see eye to eye. The first two days we got to ride English, which is what I do now. Since I had been jumping a little before camp I was told I could jump the Arabian, who I learned was called Abra Kadabra, I had only jumped a few times at that time in my life and the horses I rode went over a jump no matter who was riding them. Not Abra, you needed to hold your legs and steer, something I really hadn’t needed to do before. So once I pointed him at the jump he felt like he was about to jump, but being the flexible Arabian he was he turned out of it at the last second. In other words I jumped it, he didn’t. he was the first horse I had ever fallen from, but for some reason I loved him. He was stubborn and tested me all the time, he would see a leaf blowing in the wind and run in the other direction, but still I fell for him. I rode him for the 7 days I was at camp, and on the 5th day I found out information that made me want to fly. Abra was for sale. The other girl that rode him wanted him as well, so it was a race to are parents to convince them to buy Abra. I waited until I got home on the 7th day I walked into the living room, we had talked a few times about getting me another horse, but my step mom didn’t like the idea so it was always put on the back burner. Once she left the house I knew I had to ask, I told my dad about my camp horse and how much fun he was and what a great horse he was, I left out the fact he was an Arabian. My dad asked for his name and I told him Abra Kadabra, then he asked what kind of horse. Sadly I told him he looked at me and said “Abra Kadabra poof your not getting him” I got really up set, then my step mom came in and talked about her horse and how she wanted another to keep hers company, but it would be hers not mine. I walked out upset, thinking the other girl would get my horse. On a Saturday a few weeks later my dad told me get in the car, so I did. He drove right to the farm were Abra was, he rode him and so did I. After we got in the car and my dad said no, he wanted me to get a dead broke bombproof horse, not a spooky Arabian. After that the next weekend I went away with my grandparents to are house upstate. As I drove my ATV on the trails I imagined my self riding Abra on them and racing in the fields, I was angry at my dad for crushing my dreams and letting the other girl buy Abra. The whole week I was up there I was upset, I wanted a horse, but most of all I wanted Abra. After returning home late my grandparents and dad talked, my step mom was mad at something, but after my grandparents left my dad looked at me and said “You better be happy” I didn’t know what he was talking about then he looked at me “We got you the horse” I was so happy, the next day I rushed to the farm with all my horse things. I was so happy, everything seemed perfect, I had gotten by perfect horse, I would have a life just like I always read about in books, or saw in the movies, I had my horse, my perfect horse.
I was far from right, I only could get to the farm on Saturdays and Sundays, he didn’t like sitting the in the fields all week then being expected to work on the weekends. He began to take the bit in his mouth and take off to a wall, and turn at the last second, he would buck when I told him to go. When the gate was open he would bolt out with me on his back. He was far from the horse I fell in love with at camp. I wanted to get rid of him, I wanted to sell him, I wanted a better horse. Often I would get off his back crying, but slowly it began to change. One day I got to go riding after school, but once I got there he was half way threw eating his dinner, so I decided to groom him while he ate. That’s all I did for three hours. I stood in the stall with him, grooming him and talking to him. After that he seemed to get happy to see me, he started to behave more, not as well as he once had, but still good. Once summer came around I let my step mother talk me into brining him to are house, were we have a small two stall barn. I let my self think I would ride him everyday, he would be at my house and we would grow closer. Once again I was wrong, if anything we became more distant, we had no flat ground to ride on, if it rained or was bad weather I couldn’t ride, he was a wreck if I took him out of the fence with out my step moms horse with him. Once again I wanted to sell him, but at the end of the summer camp came around again. We took Abra back to the farm, and it started out bad, he didn’t want to do a thing I said, but after riding him everyday at camp, only me he became different, he became the horse I fell in love with. I was happy once again and I told my dad to not get rid of him. I decided to not move him back to are house and keep him a the boarding barn. The problem was once camp ended and school started he became a nightmare again. After September we were once again thinking of selling him, but my friend told me move him to her barn and give him one last chance.
We brought him to the new farm, he lived in a stall that he could reach his head over the top of the door and watch what was going on around him. I started to work for my lessons and the more I learned the more he began to listen. My new instructor took nothing made me make him listen, if he was bad she made me ride threw it, she made me ride as long as I had to until he began to listen. I still didn’t want him. During that time I still rode him in my lessons and as weeks went by we began jumping, it didn’t happen like last time. My new instructor put me in a lesson that had two other riders in it, her daughter and another girl. This lesson made be feel embarrass by my horse, they had flashy show horses, ones that jumped anything you pointed them at, they trusted their horses to go over the jumps, but not me. Being in this lesson made me work hard, I was tired of my horse getting the best of me, I rode everyday I worked on making my self better. As I learned more he began to let on he knew more, over all the time I was disappointed in my cheep shabby skinny(we were still having a hard time getting him to a good weight) horse I didn’t see him changing, he grew muscle. All the times when everyone was told to bring their horses round, I could never get him, but I began to notice soon he was shaping up, he started to go round. Over time he became the horse I wanted everything seemed perfect, he got to a good weight. My instructor then told me how when she first saw Abra she thought she was going to have me ride him for a time, but thought I would out grow him, but to her surprise he kept letting on he knew more. I began to see us going to shows and coming out with blue ribbons. By this time I was in my sophomore year of high school and everything seemed to be going great.
One Friday night I was at the movies and for some reason that one time I had forgotten to turn my phone off, something I usually remembered to do. I looked at the phone and saw it was the farm, I answered it and walked out side. It was my instructor, she said Abra was stiff and couldn’t move, she told me she would call me back with more information (I didn’t have a ride to the farm) an hour later she called me “Abra foundered in all four hooves” she told me. My world crashed, my horse would never jump again, my horse would never get to take off to a wall and try and get me off his back again. The next day I finaly got a ride to the farm and went to see him. He still couldn’t move, he looked so sad. I saw every dream I had just formed die. I watched day by day as my horse couldn’t leave the stall his mussels wither to nothing, he began to lose weight. Then one day I was home and I got a call again “There’s nothing to worry about, but we went to go in Abra’s stall and he bolted out the door and cantered down the isle strait into the ring, we caught him and he’s alright, the vet thinks it’s a good sign, he won’t need to be put down” I was so happy, my horse would live. After that I had to walk him everyday and I did, a month later the vet said I could get on him again just to walk around, nothing to much. That didn’t matter, I was able to ride my horse again. After three weeks of just walking me instructor told me to trot him out, I lead him in to the ring and ran along side him, he decided he wanted to do more then trot, he reared and danced side ways and reared again. Everyone laughed, the vet told me that he could go back to being ridden again, slowly work him back into jumping again. He was back after only two months, it was amazing that he healed so fast. Now we once again started jumping, we went into are first show and got reserve champion. He’s my dream horse, even though he makes me work hard, and even if he isn’t a young flashy horse, he’s my old man, my little twenty Arab that can keep up with the five years old flashy show horses. I’ve been told he’s small he can’t jump, but he can, when most horses refuse he will go over the jump at any angle, my instructor said he was one in a million if I point him at a jump now he jumps, we are a team and we trust each other. He knows my car when I drive into the farm he runs to the gate and waits until I get to his field. I plan to take him to collage with me in two years, he’s my horse, and forever he showed me not to give up when things get hard. I love him, I always will.