His name is Blaze.
He's a rosegrey, he's nine years old.
His mother was a mustang X QH his father was a QH.
He was a complete "oopsie".
He's lead me through everything, In my life since I was 11 years old.
I trained him myself,
And We Have been partners for nine whole years.
"A 13 year old begginer training a horse?"
That was a bad ideal, they said, Well Honestly Now id say the same thing.
My seat was bad, I was self taught, I STAYED in the mouth.
But with learning from critques from others, we got where we are.
Soo heres the guy.
Then to now.
Blaze at two.
As you can tell I wasn't near being the best Rider.
And blaze... well I shouldn't of been on him.
A few months later.... Better, But still.
A year later.
Nice Earrings huh? (lol)
Getting better... Then jerking his head off.
That Rodeo arena made me fall in love.
Which made me want to dabble into a few other things.
(grass not a good idea... I know.)
Then....a year later
We both love the arena lights...
But when they turn off.
I have blaze.
Then.. and now...