9-1-1, How may I help you?

As some of you may know DH has decided to sell Max. He has his own “picture” of what a roping horse should be and Max just doesn’t fit that picture. I have finally come to the conclusion that I’m better off trying to help him sell Max so I can ensure he goes to a good home. “If” we sell him then DH will be responsible for finding his new horse and training it (if it needs training). I’ve done it the last two times and it just doesn’t seem to work.

With Max’s size and his power I’ve always felt he was best suited to be an English horse. Anytime we would ride in an English barn I’d hear comments about how I had him in the wrong saddle so I’ve decided to market him mainly as an English prospect. I sent out a few e-mails and I have a gal who would like to come evaluate him for a buyer on Sunday.

Last night I set out to take some pictures of him with the English saddle on and a few of him going over some jumps to show his form. Since he wasn’t feeling the best (vet says it’s just a cold and to give it a week or so to clear) his form wasn’t the best. By the time I got him “jumping” the jumps instead of just barging through them he was warm and it was getting late. I had DH bring me my bareback pad and decided to see how smooth he was over the jumps.

My sister asked me if I wanted my helmet and I said no. I figured if I was going to fall I was going to fall. DH stood pasture with me and like the dear sweet husband he is he flipped open his phone so he could take a picture of me “falling off”. To my surprise I was in sync with Max more last night than I’ve ever been and it took me back to my childhood days as he went over the jumps.

By the time I got done he was hot so I let him cool off. I wanted to check with Katie to see how the girth on the saddle was supposed to go on (which side the elastic goes on) before I took pics. I figured if I was going to post pics they’d better look like I know what I’m doing.

Katie will be here next Thursday and said she’d look at him for me and help me get some good “English” pictures. Hopefully she’ll be able to evaluate him and tell me if I’m crazy or not for thinking he’ll go English.

And no, I didn’t fall off! Come on guys – have a little more faith in me than that will ya.