We all hear, "Girls, and their horses"..... Well, that statement couldn't ring more true. Beginning at a young age I had horse fever. I was raised in a family where horses were not a way of life or a passion for either one of my parents. Luckily, my grandfather raised Paso Fino horses so summers spent at his small farm in Lebanon, Oregon was my getaway. It wasn't until my 8th-grade year that I finally got lucky enough to have my very own horse.
Brandy was a horse with spirit, and lots of it. She was left out to pasture and had just had a foal, so needless to say, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. My first ride, other than when I saw her for the first time, was out behind the equestrian center in Washington where I was boarding her. They had this great outdoor eventing course, so I thought it would be a great place to start. We got not even 200 yards away from the barn, and she did one of the quickest pivots she's done in the 13 years of owning her and took me along with her, right back into her stall. My parents were completely mortified. Through years of hard work, dedication, and a few amazing trainers along the way, we were able to get her mind settled and back to the calm, happy, and healthy horse she is now. There was a point where I didn't get in the saddle for three months and we just focused on ground work. Her mind would get so clouded that she would panic almost immediately when it came to working her. In those three months, Brandy and I bonded more than we had in the saddle so when it came time to finally get back in the saddle, she was a totally different horse; calm, cool, and collected.
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