Post by .*.Brandy.*. on May 30, 2008 16:34:25 GMT -5
I smiled at the dark bay hanoverian yearling as she walked energetically beside me. I loved this filly with all my heart, honestly. She was our first purchase from Snapshot Sporthorses and was a Trigger Typhoon daughter. Bunny definitely knew that she was hot stuff. She held herself in a way that we didn't see in any of our other youngstock or warmbloods. It was very arabian-ish because it was extremely prideful. I entered the round pen with the filly now, quickly unclipping the lead rope from her halter. When I did so, she stood there for a moment, head drooping sleepily and then lazily trotted away briefly. I took the dressage whip from the side of the round pen. I had set up a few obstacles on the track of the round pen for her to jump over in practice for this eventing prospect event we were going to soon. She was born to be an eventer and everyone who met her knew that. She had that look plus the bravery is definitely there. I have yet to see her get phased by anything at all. Plus she's really easy-going, perfect for stressful eventing. She was rarely high strung at all. I flicked the whip towards her and she set off at an easy trot. I saw her optics measure the three fences that I had set up and she prepared herself for them. The first was a simple caveletti, the second was a little higher and was entirely made out of logs. It was probably around 18" tall. The third was the one that I loved watching her do. It was a decent sized fence, set at 2' but she always jumped it like it was nothing. These were all no-strides from each other, or bounces. She sized up the fences and propelled herself into a good canter, preparing for the jumps. She took the first easily, not even caring about her form. She looked down at the second one for a moment and watched it as she jumped it to make sure that it didn't eat her and just as I suspected, jumping the third with inches to spare. She tucked her little forelegs against her chest, her auds pricked forward. She was such a cutie. I clucked to her as she continued to canter around the pen. I wanted her to do it one more time. Now she knew what was going on, I was sure it'd be perfect. She finished the circle and ended back up at the fences. Her speed easy, she took the first fence without a problem, didn't even blink at the second fence and took the third fence with more extension than before. Now she was a foot or so above the real height. I was impressed with this filly, always had been. She had a lot of natural talent. I lowered the whip and fished a slice of carrot out of my pocket. I outstretched my hand and the intelligent filly moved towards me at a trot, slowing just before me and taking the carrot daintily in her teeth. I stepped back as she crunched on the carrot and smiled. We would do super well at this show... I just knew it.
