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Blackwood

 being all cute and stuff 

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Seren of Pine Acres with Jasmine Striker

Dressage at Yeatman’s Classic. Fat little cob looking all ready to whoop some Warmblood booty.

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Montressa SHS & Sophie Striker on course at Yeatman’s Classic, Cross Country. 

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Rooster pony enjoying a blue sky morning :) 

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HCP Don, Hannoverian Stallion..Diva.

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"Easy girl. Steady." Soothing words were having very little effect on the bay mare. All the sounds, sights and smells were too interesting. The smell of fresh hay and hot dogs, the low murmur of the overhead announcers; even the taste of the starting fence had seemed far more interesting than Sophie's soft voice. This was all far too exciting. "Steeeeady" The young mare had never been to an event out the county, never mind the country. The events in the country proved troublesome too, she would still tug free to glare at the sheep and noisy crows. Lady was too inquisitive for her own good, and had to experience every last thing. Didn't Sophie know that?

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"You look terrified." Don remarked, watching Steph carefully through his dark rimmed glasses, having to shield his eyes against the morning sun. "Hmm," Steph mumbled, eyes trained on the reins held in her hands. Silently reminding herself to breathe. "Steps? Don't throw up on him," said Don, with conviction. "It'll only come down on me, and these boots are new." He rolled his eyes up at Steph, and sighed. A miserable, deflated sound. "Look. So what if he's stupid enough to sit in the crowd?" He raised both arms above his head in an exaggerated shrug, Nano pinned her dainty ears at the gesture. "Do you actually care? He's not a competitor, or a judge. You can pretend there's a void there." He made another exaggerated gesture, possibly a void? This time Murphy pulled a face. "That's how I forget Jack exists and that he's a bar-stool, he's just a void. A well-dressed limping void. " "How do you know he's well dressed, if you forget he exists?" Steph asked, a smile playing on her lips as she spoke. "She speaks!" Don shrieked, this time causing both horses alarm. Steph rolled her eyes back and mimicked the shrug her closest friend had created moments ago. "Ladies and Gentlemen Class C-1 is now beginning, all competitors to the ring side please. First to go is 204." "That's your que. Pretend he's a worthless void, and you'll be dandy. Or look for Jasmine, I think she's chasing some lost soul around."

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Wild Child by name, Wild Child by nature. That would be the only way to explain how the pony preformed. Wildly From the sidelines the tiny warmblood had been going nuts, as if disgusted she had to simply prance around while her friends jumped logs! Once or twice she reared a horses twice her size and with twice the attitude. She had calmed down somewhat during warm up, being too fixated on trying to steal the ice cream cone out Jasmine's hand. During the first fith of the test the little mare behaved like an Angel too, flicking out her freshly oiled hooves as she trotted down the center line. And while she didn't quite stand square, under the watchful eye of her fellow competitors she did behave. Chill even listened to her rider and tracked right instead of pulling to disappear to the right. Everything seemed to be going so well. Until it didn't. Maybe it was having a horse cantering around the round pen, or perhaps the rustling of leaves. Or maybe tectonic plates shifted and the smallest incing of hell broke free. Being a pony and more susceptible to the evil below made the latter most likely. Either way whatever it was, Chilli did not like it. Not one bit.  During a working trot down the long side she pinned back her ears, gave a war cry and broke into canter. Her long legs dashing out away from the fence and across the arena. There was no second guessing that Wild Child had gone, Wild.  A moment later the weight on her back shifted. Jasmine had toppled off, red faced and sandy butt. Jasmine toppled off the mare no sooner had she launched herself across the arena like a spring. Red faced and covered in sand she bore holes into the mares disappearing figure. No one was going to catch her soon, even if they chased her across the entire state. She was out of here.

How she would love explaining how the pony her parents had no problem sending to Colorado had spooked at nothing.