K is my favorite of our teenagers at the barn. She's not even in high school yet (despite being, oh, eight or so inches taller than me), but she's mature, focused, down-to-earth, and hungry to learn everything she can about both riding and caring for horses.
On Sunday, she shared her applesauce cup with Connor while I was pulling his mane, and he thought it was the best thing ever.
Then I asked if she had pulled a mane before and she had not, so I taught her how to do it and then couldn't get the comb back from her! She said it was really relaxing, and she honestly did a good job. I said I'd teach her braiding sometime too.
|What better horse to learn to pull on than one that stands quietly, and that you can see over? (I have to use a stool on him, but she didn't.) Plus I think he would have done anything for her after that applesauce.|
Finally, I schooled some Dressage while she tacked up her favorite horse, our retired Intermediate-Prelim guy, and then we went on a hack together:
|I shouldn't have been worried about him getting left behind by the other guy, who has a solid 3 hands on Connor. He was powerwalking on Sunday.|
|Oh to be 14 and taking lessons on this guy, with those long legs and that work ethic.|