A homegrown heart is one that longs to sleep with the windows open. One that longs to smell the fresh cut fields, Ride in the afternoon - bareback, and barfoot. A homegrown heart likes to turn the music up, grow something, talk to God and wear boots, because they are better. These hearts go fishing, play with dogs and play with horses. Homegrown hearts give it their all, everytime. They are true to themselves, and true to those around them. They have deep roots. But more important, a homegrown heart LOVES WITH ALL ITS STRENGTH.








Friday, August 20, 2010

Training Day 3

My horse stepped up onto a wooden bridge, ate his first apple, comes when he is called and gave me a big whopping kick right in the shin.  Thats right.  He kicked me.  Damn it hurt.  Now the outside of my body matches the inside of my heart.  Stupid hurt. 

So what did I do?  I didn't fall over, make a sound or anything.  Cowgirls don't cry.  We just kept working.  And working.  And working.  This gelding is gonna be the best dang horse alive when I'm done with him!!!  So there you stupid hoof in the shin! 

But anything accomplished is still one thing accomplished, right?

1.  He picked up his feet and stood on the wood bridge
2.  He mirrors my feet and does cross overs with me, both directions
3.  He mirrors my feet trotting and walking
4.  The back up signal is getting better - nowhere near perfect though
5.  He comes when called

When I finally took my boots off at the end of the day, I had a bruise the shape of a hoof on my shin, two bloody toes, and so much dirt on my face I looked tanner than a hawaiian in July. 
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