After almost twenty years riding horses, I found my self at a cross road. The horse I had grown up with for fifteen years had passed away earlier in the year. A fall off another horse a few years earlier had made me fearful when getting on any horse other than him. Even horses I knew could be trusted could give me anxiety attacks when they shook their heads from flies. Then, along came Slew.
I had decided to get back into dressage a year earlier and had been riding a few different horses, but never felt safe enough on any of them to really ride outside of lessons. After only riding in an arena for months and still not feeling secure, I asked my instructor if she had a horse we could go on a trail ride with. I knew nothing about the horse I was about to get on, except that he was fairly well behaved and my instructor had only had him less than a year. Yet, the moment I got on his back, I felt safe... Read More.
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