He joined my little family in December of 2007, five years ago. When he arrived, he was really only a back-up horse to my mare, Montoya. Yes, I loved him, most of the time, but he wasn't my main man.
When Montoya died in 2010, Speedy G went from back-up pony to front and center. He was still young for the job at only 6, but that's what happens when you're the understudy; sometimes you get called up. We've spent the last three years developing a pretty incredible bond. We did five endurance races together in the first part of those three years and 25 dressage shows in the second part. That's a lot of time together!
I ride a lot, but sometimes I just don't feel like putting in a focused, schooling ride. That was the case on Sunday. So instead of riding, I decided to piddle around and catch up on barn chores. I laundered the people bedding in my horse trailer (in preparation for the Christian Schacht clinic), dug out my show clothes tub from the trailer's closet to be re-organized at home, and then gave both boys haircuts.
I don't body clip, but I do like to keep my boys neat and tidy. Over the last few weeks I have been noticing that Speedy was beginning to look like quite the chunky-monkey. His head was looking rather large and polar bearish. His jawline hairs were at least four inches long! Speedy has quite a lovely Arabian head, not the cartoonish and grotesque thing you see on many show Arabs; yuck, but it was hidden under a very thick winter coat.
At a narrow section of trail that passes between two properties, I had to get off to remove some recently cut limbs from the path. Speedy was even good as I held his reins in one hand while dragging a particularly large branch with the other. We ultimately had to just wade through the rest of the branches; he followed behind me in a nearly gentlemanly fashion (he did crowd a little bit).
By the time we got back to the barn, the sprinkles that had threatened had turned to big drops. I was rather glad as I just didn't have the mental energy to ride Sydney through any anxiousness. He had been turned out for more than an hour while I had groomed and ridden Speedy so I knew his wiggles had already been worked out for the day. His ride could wait for another day.
My Sunday with Speedy gave me time to appreciate his fun and quirky personality. I think he enjoyed hanging out with me as much as I enjoyed the day with him. Here's to gray ponies!