Join Date: Jan 2010
Location: Far From Sanity
• Horses: 0
Keighmee had decided to call the little palomino Arab Mida. After Midas, the king that anything he touched was turned to gold. She was now shiny and although a few ribs were still slightly visible she had gained a lot of weight. She was looking much better. She whickered when she heard Keighmee coming up the barn aisle humming. Victor waved to her as she walked by and said “good morning. Not excited are ya?” he had asked his light blue eyes twinkling.”Oh no….not at all,” said Keighmee in mock solemn face. But inside she was hopping. Today she was being allowed to ride Mida for the first time. Her mom had ridden her several times to be sure she was safe. She was actually a very well trained mare her parents believed. She had likely been used for some sort of western riding they said….maybe western pleasure because of her low head set. Her mom said they Mida could be stubborn, but believed Keighmee could handle her fine. After all Keighmee had been riding 10 of her thirteen years. Keighmee groomed Mida thoroughly and then tacked her up. She used a western saddle and bridle since that is what the mare seemed used to. Keighmee didn’t like riding western as much, but she was happy to get to ride Mida at all.
She led Mida to the large outdoor round pen. Victor followed her and held Midi’s bridle so Keighmee could mount. But as soon as she had put one foot in the stirrup Victor said, wait! “What”, said Keighmee “do I need to recheck the girth? “No the girth is fine”, said Victor But your head won’t be if you don’t buckle that helmet. “Oh…oops,”said Keighmee. “Okay try again”, said Victor. Keighmee put her left foot back into the stirrup and swung her right leg over and landed lightly in the saddle. Mida was only 14.2 hands, but Keighmee felt like she was on top of the world. She lightly gathered the reins up and thanked Victor. She urged Mida into an energetic walk. She rode relaxed moving Midi and learning her rhythm. Mida was very soft and light on the bit and moved forward happily. She moved so smoothly, Keighmee though.
Keighmee squeezed her legs lightly and Mida immediately broke into a smooth rhythmic trot. It was so smooth Keighmee felt like she was floating on clouds. Keighmee didn’t want to push Mida into a canter today. She rode her for awhile more transitioning from a walk to a trot thrilled with the mare’s responsiveness. This is an amazing horse, “though Keighmee. “I guess I have broken my promise to my dad, she though smirking. “I am definitely attached to Mida! I love her and no one is going to take her away from me even If we do find her owners!
Her parents decided to name Dancer’s new colt Pepsi. He was two weeks old now and getting more handsome every day. Keighmee had just finished turning him and Dancer out not the foal pasture for the first time. Her dad was standing by in case the other mares didn’t accept Dancer or Pepsi into their herd. Keighmee breathed a sigh of relief as the mares just continued grazing and Daner joined them. Pepsi pranced around her as if begging her to play with him. She continued to graze until he started chewing on her tail. Dancer pinned her ears back and moved her hind end out of reach o f his mouth. Pepsi didn’t seem to mind and trotted with his tail up a few yards away. Iri grazed closer to Iri and Cambria followed along behind her. Cambria stopped and braced her legs and pricked her tiny sculpted ears when she saw Pepsi standing there. Pepsi stared back. Keighmee was just wondering who was going to win the stare down when Pepsi started to take a few steps toward Cambria. Cambria, not to be outdone, pranced the rest of the way to Pepsi. She reached her nose out and touched his. Cambria arched her tiny neck and squealed. Iri turned in her direction then seeing there was no danger continued grazing. Suddenly Pepsi reached out and nipped Cambria’s shoulder. Cambria wheeled back in surprise then snorted. She turned around and raced back behind her dam. Pepsi galloped back to his mother with his nose in the air and his black tiny tail streaming out behind him. Maybe spunky little Cambria had met her match”, though Keighmee.
She had to do it. Keighmee picked up the phone and then set it back down. She wasn’t ready after all. She picked the phone back up….she didn’t have to ask Keera to come ride after all…she could just come hang out. Keighmee dialed the number and let it ring. Keera’s mom answered on third ring. “Hi! I was wondering if Keera could come hang out today?” said Keighmee. “Oh…Keera went to the coast with her dad and brothers. They said they were going ocean fishing. Ocean fishing! Can you believe it? Well…we’ll see if they bring anything home! “Oh…uh...yea...”said Keighmee. “Well when she gets home will you have her give me a call? “Sure”, said Keera’s mom “they should be home Sunday evening. “All right thanks…bye!” said Keighmee.
Great….a whole weekend with nothing to do. Her parents were both working horses in the arena. Keighmee decided to check on the foals. Pepsi, Cambria, and Latte were chasing poor little Bells around in circles. Keighmee called out to them, but they were too far down the pasture to hear her. Amelia, Bellz’s mom, ambled over and stuck her near white head over the fence. Keighmee reached into her pocket and pulled out a couple of apple flavored horse treats. She let Amelia lip them off of her hand. Just don’t tell the other horses, Amelia,”said Keighmee rubbing the horse’s shoulder. The foals were still at the other end of the pasture so Keighmee headed to the barn. Her mom was just coming out of the arena with the gelding, Victor. Victor was a huge dark dapple grey with four white socks and a blaze. His mane and tail were very long, but his poor forelock was only a tuft of fluffy hair. He had big expressive black eyes. Keighmee had used to ride him pretty often and he really was a fun horse to ride. “Hi Keighmee…how are you doing?” she heard her mom ask. “Oh fine”, she said a little glumly “Keera went ocean fishing with her dad and brothers. I have had been hoping we could hang out this weekend. “Ocean fishing?” her mom asked. Keighmee shrugged. “Well then….I guess since you have free time this weekend you can help me exercise the horses! In fact I was just about to exercise a couple of the four year olds. We could take them on a trail ride….It will be fun Keighmee…come one….”
Keighmee started to say no…then stopped. Maybe she was ready….maybe she could do this. “Okay…”she said, “I will try.” “Great!” her mom said enthusiastically. “How about’ I untack Victor and you go grab Gidget and Raven? Keighmee remembered when her parents had bought the brother and sister pair of Lipizzans were they were just yearlings and her family had just moved to the farm. Now they had grown in to beautiful grey four year olds. “Okay…but can I ride Raven?”, Keighmee asked her mom. She liked Gidget, too, but the mare sometimes had quite an attitude. Since Keighmee hadn’t ridden in awhile she wanted to start off slow. Raven was a good solid sweet horse. Her mom agreed and she quickly went brought the horses from their stalls. She clipped them side by side in cross ties and started to groom Raven. Gidget started stomping her hooves in impatience and Keighmee was glad she had chosen to ride Raven today. Once her mom had finished with Victor she came and started grooming Gidget. Keighmee finished tacking up Raven and went to grab her helmet from the tack room.
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?-Edgar Allen Poe