Yesterday's ride on the horse my Frainer (friend and trainer) wanted me to take a look at went pretty well. I went home all in a twitter about the horse, golden/red with a flaxen mane and tail, my thoughts fueled from your wonderful responses to my questions in my previous Post (thanks to all who responded).
The one thing (about me) when I am considering a new horse. I can't sleep. I was awake most of the night, tossing and turning, thinking about the possible new addition to my world.
Today I hauled my tack up to ride her again and without going into details; the fact of the matter is, it didn't go well and I know she is NOT the right horse for me.
Sigh. So much for my 12-hour horse possibility. Ironically, instead of being bummed about the fact it didn't work out, I'm actually pleased that I (finally) recognized a prospective horse and I didn't fit. In the past I would have fought the fact only to find out later, sometimes much later, that we weren't a good match.
I will continue to ride Mr. Peterman (Petey) as a lesson horse and spoil Bob here at home, who is happy as a clam in his newly retired life and doing so well, I'm tempted to hop on him, if only for a few minutes.
In the meantime I'm going to catch up those zzzzz's I lost last night!