She was a trooper this morning, loading right up like it was nothing, we got to the grounds and she whinnied a little bit... went to sign up for classes, and came back to longe her. She was as calm and cool as anyone could ever ask for. I let her graze while I prepped her up. We went up to the arena (which is pretty crowded, small grounds) and she was like "Okay... Imma just stand here." I am amazed that she was so quiet.
I lead her around the arena, the judge was having car issues so she was a little late. Nothing made her take a second look. Yearlings class, she thought about kicking up a little bit when we were trotting away, but thankfully she knows my looks and with a glare, she stopped. She set up, and just stood there as pretty as you please. Had to show her bite, and she gave me no trouble.
Well, we won yearlings. Our friend, who also breeds and owns paints was like "8O You beat my filly!" Apparently that filly has been cleaning up.
Color class came. 13 or 14 entries. A big, long class. We were the fourth team in the arena so poor little Turd had to stand.. and stand.. and stand... by the announcers booth. They did a double line, and the horse by her (also a pally) FREAKED at a sound. I expected her to spazz a little to, but the Big Yellow Turd just looked at him like "... What are you doing?" We didn't place - Turd's a wee bit too light for a palomino in a color class. Hoping she'll darken up as a 2yo.
Today went surprisingly well. The filly was as quiet as the horses that are many years her senior, and she did as I asked. Needless to say, the Turd got lots of cookies when she got home... And I think mom finally got off the idea of selling her because she was so laid back and collected.