A horse a day keeps the doctor away. Make sure to throw in an apple, too. For the horse.
My Little Miss Morgan mare, Cricket, whom I introduced you to in Part 2 of this horse story, turned out to be a pretty good match for me. She was well-trained, and I took a lot of lessons on her. She was a little rusty, but so was I.
I was thrilled that she liked to jump. I was thrilled to be boarding at a barn where we could jump. I was just thrilled to have a horse that didn’t buck, like I had in Part 1 of this horse story.
We did an open show in Fall of 2011 at the barn where we boarded. I figured, what the heck? Let’s give this Dressage thing a whirl in front of the judge. Well, Cricket wasn’t so great, but she was a trooper. They say there are no bad horses, just bad riders – that’s me! But, hey, she picked up third place in the ground poles, and third in a walk-trot class on the flat! I was happy. I had entered the show ring again – bucket list CHECK.
Little Cricket had made my day and completed my life! I was so proud. But I wanted to turn it up a notch, and I set my sights on the Spring show. I will tell you how we did, and how I came to part ways with the Little Missy, in Part 4, the final chapter of my little horse story.