Epona is Home Sweet Home

Well, well, well, our girl, Epona, is home. She became a stall pacer at training and wore out her shoes in 4 1/2 weeks. (I guess she is a horse who prefers pasture turnout.) Our trainer moved her into a much larger stall that had an open side (no adjoining horse) and that finally settled her, just in time to come home. 

Other than that, she did awesome and my daughter was able to ride her, with Epona leading out, on the trails and farm fields before we packed her up to go. 

Our trainer is one of those rare gems who under promises and over delivers. She is also a truth teller, and doesn’t sugarcoat anything. You know where the holes are and where the strengths are. This will be helpful information at the upcoming clinic. 

Unfortunately, the saddle we had for her doesn’t fit properly, so now we are on a search for one that will fit her. My main saddle does, of course, because it fits almost every horse, but it is rigged for Tumbleweed right now, thus, spoken for. They used it yesterday for their trail ride. Our trainer remarked about how heavy it is. Indeed. And there might be a day I can’t swing it onto a horse’s back. Until then, as my daughter told her yesterday, you will have to pry it out of my cold, dead hands.

At home, Epona had eyes for Tumbleweed, and mama didn’t like that.

Mama might win the battle, but she’s going to lose the war, because there’s no keeping these young guns from one another. It’s a biological reality: mama can’t compete with this:

But mama is still going to try.