Post by Dr. Althea Terrell on Feb 11, 2013 23:13:10 GMT -5
Moving was always a bit of a bracing experience. Slo was taking it well. He had unloaded from the trailer like he did it every day and now stood on the cross ties with only curiosity about the new place. He didn’t need much of a brush because Althea had brushed him thoroughly earlier. However, she wanted to stay on top of it, so she curried the dun fjord all over, gently moving from neck to haunches in small circles before shifting to the softer bristle brush. She showed a great deal of attention to her horse. She always tried to. It wasn’t really his fault that he had been chosen for her, not by her. He was just what she needed really.
Althea herself was dressed somewhat sloppily by her standards. She wore an older pair of riding pants, paddock boots, and a simple white and green striped v-neck shirt getting covered in light brown horse hair with each brush. Her dark hair was pulled back in a low pony-tail. Slo’s dark, intelligent eye was on her and she patted his muscular neck. Grooming finished, it was time to get down to seeing how they fit in. While the weather was good enough to work outside, Althea knew a lot of her work would be done in the indoor ring, so that was where she was planning to start. After that she hoped to find someone that knew the trails well enough to show her around.
It seemed to be only a jiff to get Slo all tacked up and into the indoor. With just the pair of them in there it seemed echoingly hollow. Slo nickered softly to the silence and raised his head to look around. He nibbled on the familiar bit, as if for reassurance. When Althea asked him for a working walk he fell into it easily. Althea was easy with her hands, not asking for tight contact with the bit and giving Slo his head a bit. She knew that if he was the sort to buck,, it would give him all the opportunity she needed, but she simply kept him moving forward. Slo was not the sort to do anything of the sort.
Gaining confidence Althea asked him for a frame and moved into a trot, forming a twenty foot circle. The tall fjord fit with her so well. It set up an unhappy edge to her mind that her father did at least know her well enough to get Slo for her, but didn’t know her well enough to speak to her except for holidays. At least she was far away from all that for now. Then Slo came to a stop. Althea had forgotten to keep her mind on their work, and he objected. She smiled softly and picked up the trot again. The tiny woman and the stocky horse fit together nicely. He might not be some large, fancy warm blood, but he did his job well. Slo was a therapy horse, suitable to being used in equine assisted therapy.
That was yet another thing Althea was excited to begin. It was her first real job. To the best of her knowledge she had even gotten the job on her own, with no calls made from her father. She and Slo weren’t in it for the shows as much as they were in it to see whom they might be able to reach out to, together.
Althea herself was dressed somewhat sloppily by her standards. She wore an older pair of riding pants, paddock boots, and a simple white and green striped v-neck shirt getting covered in light brown horse hair with each brush. Her dark hair was pulled back in a low pony-tail. Slo’s dark, intelligent eye was on her and she patted his muscular neck. Grooming finished, it was time to get down to seeing how they fit in. While the weather was good enough to work outside, Althea knew a lot of her work would be done in the indoor ring, so that was where she was planning to start. After that she hoped to find someone that knew the trails well enough to show her around.
It seemed to be only a jiff to get Slo all tacked up and into the indoor. With just the pair of them in there it seemed echoingly hollow. Slo nickered softly to the silence and raised his head to look around. He nibbled on the familiar bit, as if for reassurance. When Althea asked him for a working walk he fell into it easily. Althea was easy with her hands, not asking for tight contact with the bit and giving Slo his head a bit. She knew that if he was the sort to buck,, it would give him all the opportunity she needed, but she simply kept him moving forward. Slo was not the sort to do anything of the sort.
Gaining confidence Althea asked him for a frame and moved into a trot, forming a twenty foot circle. The tall fjord fit with her so well. It set up an unhappy edge to her mind that her father did at least know her well enough to get Slo for her, but didn’t know her well enough to speak to her except for holidays. At least she was far away from all that for now. Then Slo came to a stop. Althea had forgotten to keep her mind on their work, and he objected. She smiled softly and picked up the trot again. The tiny woman and the stocky horse fit together nicely. He might not be some large, fancy warm blood, but he did his job well. Slo was a therapy horse, suitable to being used in equine assisted therapy.
That was yet another thing Althea was excited to begin. It was her first real job. To the best of her knowledge she had even gotten the job on her own, with no calls made from her father. She and Slo weren’t in it for the shows as much as they were in it to see whom they might be able to reach out to, together.