Post by Selena Taylor on Aug 21, 2012 16:56:33 GMT -8
Sometimes she wonders how she get here. How she get from riding swaybacked old farm ponies to become a well-known name jockey in the famous, most well-known races in the country. Somehow her farming parents brought up enough money to get her through the different mounts in the different places of the country, hopping on planes every week or weekend. She still didn't quite get it - it's an unreal dream to her. She keeps thinking one of these days she'll wake up and suddenly she'll be back in my rugged-looking, Southern bedroom with the farm horses grazing peacefully in the pasture under her bedroom window. Of course, that doesn't happen and instead she wakes up with too many mounts for no coffee breaks in between.
So now, as she drive her pickup truck down the road to the barn, she inhales a deep breath, knowing the majority of these riders here will know her name and who she is. Her fingers grip the steering wheel tightly, hearing the creak of the horse trailer that was tugging along behind her. Her dark brown hair is flowing down her shoulders, a dark waterfall cascading past her shoulders. Glancing quickly around with dark eyes as she pulls into a spot close to the barn. She had been given a registry #0020 and now she had to figure out where her gelding's stall was located. Cutting the engine, she swung her shorter legs out of the pickup and moved to the back of the trailer, putting the gate down and grabbing the lead rope hanging on a hook near the opening. Her hand moves smoothly over Champ's bay side as she comes up alongside him, his freshly groomed coat shining beautifully. She cluck lovingly at him a couple times, knowing he had already bonded over the amount of driving and loving given over her trip up to Canada. Hooking the lead to his bright green halter and clucked again to him, she presses her thumb against his chest to get him to back up.
Champ snorts lightly, bumping his muzzle against her light blue shirt. She smile at him, her eyes laughing. But the bay gelding obeyed instantly, his dark eyes locked on her as he backed easily backward, his legs shuffling."C'mon, boy."
Once out of the trailer, she leads him easily down the aisles of stalls, looking for the one that has "Champion Dreams" written across it in the pretty golden, curvy letters that the other stalls had on their plaques. Finally she finds the stall, a roomy one with fresh hay spread in the ground and fancy feeders and buckets for water. Champ seemed curious at the scenery around him, his nostrils flared wide and his head swinging around to take in the full look of his new stall. Selena brings him all the way into his stall until he's standing inside it. Tying the lead rope to a hook on the wall, she closes the door behind her, going back to the horse trailer to get the trunk filled with Champ's stuff and her riding material. She sets it in the designated area in front of Champ's stall, opening it up and taking out a curry comb and a soft brush.
She first unwraps the traveling wraps around Champion's lower legs, unwrapping the tail wrap from around his black tail and sliding the blanket off his back, folding it all up and setting it inside the trunk. Then she grooms him to perfection until his eyes are drooping and one hind leg is relaxed. Then she pours water into his bucket and just stands by his head, petting his face and slowly brushes his face with a softer brush than the previous one. His lower lip drops low, his entire stance relaxed.
"Do ya think anyone will like me?" she asks her horse, knowing she had a habit of talking to her horse or pony. A soft smile caresses her face. Several people have passed the stall, but so far no one had noticed the shy, sweet jockey from America.[/size]
So now, as she drive her pickup truck down the road to the barn, she inhales a deep breath, knowing the majority of these riders here will know her name and who she is. Her fingers grip the steering wheel tightly, hearing the creak of the horse trailer that was tugging along behind her. Her dark brown hair is flowing down her shoulders, a dark waterfall cascading past her shoulders. Glancing quickly around with dark eyes as she pulls into a spot close to the barn. She had been given a registry #0020 and now she had to figure out where her gelding's stall was located. Cutting the engine, she swung her shorter legs out of the pickup and moved to the back of the trailer, putting the gate down and grabbing the lead rope hanging on a hook near the opening. Her hand moves smoothly over Champ's bay side as she comes up alongside him, his freshly groomed coat shining beautifully. She cluck lovingly at him a couple times, knowing he had already bonded over the amount of driving and loving given over her trip up to Canada. Hooking the lead to his bright green halter and clucked again to him, she presses her thumb against his chest to get him to back up.
Champ snorts lightly, bumping his muzzle against her light blue shirt. She smile at him, her eyes laughing. But the bay gelding obeyed instantly, his dark eyes locked on her as he backed easily backward, his legs shuffling."C'mon, boy."
Once out of the trailer, she leads him easily down the aisles of stalls, looking for the one that has "Champion Dreams" written across it in the pretty golden, curvy letters that the other stalls had on their plaques. Finally she finds the stall, a roomy one with fresh hay spread in the ground and fancy feeders and buckets for water. Champ seemed curious at the scenery around him, his nostrils flared wide and his head swinging around to take in the full look of his new stall. Selena brings him all the way into his stall until he's standing inside it. Tying the lead rope to a hook on the wall, she closes the door behind her, going back to the horse trailer to get the trunk filled with Champ's stuff and her riding material. She sets it in the designated area in front of Champ's stall, opening it up and taking out a curry comb and a soft brush.
She first unwraps the traveling wraps around Champion's lower legs, unwrapping the tail wrap from around his black tail and sliding the blanket off his back, folding it all up and setting it inside the trunk. Then she grooms him to perfection until his eyes are drooping and one hind leg is relaxed. Then she pours water into his bucket and just stands by his head, petting his face and slowly brushes his face with a softer brush than the previous one. His lower lip drops low, his entire stance relaxed.
"Do ya think anyone will like me?" she asks her horse, knowing she had a habit of talking to her horse or pony. A soft smile caresses her face. Several people have passed the stall, but so far no one had noticed the shy, sweet jockey from America.[/size]
