Napoleon

In the last blog I put up I realized that I totally didn't mention one pony I had fallen in love with a long time ago. This was the first pony/horse I ever loved and really went to the barn for specifically.

As you may have guessed this ponies name was Napoleon. He was and is the cutest pony ever. He is a 12.2 hh white Welsh, Persheron mix. He always had a little bit of a foot problem, so whenever he was ridden he had to wear boots. Like real horse boots. It's really funny to see them on him. When I first rode him I learned how to put them on and then after tacking up I brought him into the arena. I was really nervous to get on him because everyone said he was mean and that he kicks and bites. Which was true, but still.

When I first got on him it wasn't like a love at first site kinda thing. It was slow and hard. He tested me and tested me and I was never fast enough to correct him. My legs started burning like hell and I started to learn how to be faster. Then eventually I got him going. From lazy to excitable, from testing to listening. Soon I hardly had to use the crop. Just squeeze a little and maybe one or two shoulder taps a lesson. That's when I really started loving him. That's when we started bonding and really looking and being like a team.

Then I started getting bigger and out grew him, but continued to love him. Even now a year and and a half later I still love him and go see him whenever I'm at the barn. That is the story of Napoleon and I.

What will my next blog be about?? I wonder...

This is Wild Eyed and Wicked with Erin. Thanks!