I did not take into account, when I bought Jovie, how much I would miss her when I was in the city. It’s not that I don’t love NYC, because I absolutley do… I just wish I could have both, all the time. I know right now she’s sitting in her stall, bouncing her jolly ball, nickering to people outside and eating her neighbors hay becuase it’s better in his stall. I know she’s fine, and though she might miss me a little, she’s content to do exctly what she’s doing… no work, and still, I miss being there.
What did I expect when I bought a horse? Not what I got. This is going to be an adventure, and the initial plan was to sell her in a few years, I know now that thats not likely, or possible… she’s to perfect for me. On paper, she is Sassafras Tea, a 4yr old sorrel mare Grand Daughter to Hickory Highbrow and Doc Tari, cow bred for several generations and trained on cows since the begining- cutting, penning and sorting, plus 6 months reining training at 3yrs. She has earned no money, but she also has strictly been in training…. she’s a force to be reckoned with, once I learn to work her. On the ground, she’s a puppy dog, loves grazing, mints and chewing on ropes and reins more than anything in the world. She will drink from a straw, from a hose and from your soda bottle. She steals brushes and launches them across the barn, knocks anything within reach over, and likes to give the dogs a good lick now and then, just for taste. She hate miniature horses which is a shame becuase I really want one. She couldnt care less about the cows when she’s not in the arena and will happily doze off while I take pictures of events, occasionally waking up to lick the stray cow that wanders near. Her name, JOVIE means Joyful, and she is (and trouble, too) In saddle, she’s suprising. Spurbroke and bordering on lazy, she is not a typical 4yr old. In the arena she will move without rein but consistently runs through the bit transitioning down from a lope. On cows, she tracks like a demon and could probabley do the 2hand sort all by herself.
Goals for the Summer:
- Spin w/o rein
- Sliding Stop
- Find the right bit
- Trail ride behind a group w/o freaking out
- Learn to ride her the way she was trained to be ridden
- Jump a little? She likes to jump logs as it is.
She’s already unseated me once- they say more people are seriously injured by there own horse every year- I understand why now. I was riding behind a trail and they had begun to trot up a hill. Jovie can trail alone, or she can lead, but being in the back as we’ve learned is recipe for disaster. Instead of taking off, which was impossible, it was to crowded in front of her- she decided to cut through the other horses, mimicking movements she would use on a cow. Not only was I not expecting this, I had dropped my stirrups and the sudden jerk and shoulder drop sent me straight down. Luckily she isn’t even a little spooky, she saw me land under her legs, put her face to my chest and huffed… as if to say “what the hell? weren’t you just on my back?’ Now I know to watch my stirrups… though I still don’t know how to fix her fear of being left behind.
Babysitting in about an hour so it’s time to end this entry and go get ready. I’m working on some good arena patterns, any suggestions are really appreceated- for both lesson work and schooling work, english&western.
It’s not a pretty picture. A trailer driving down a texas highway, 60 horses crammed in, no stops for water, no stops to stretch legs, no breeze, no food, just hours of a seemingly endless journey. Auction horses show up on the East Coast dehydrated, sick and absolutely miserable. Whatever memories of kindness and clean bedding they may have clung too are long since faded into the background of grime and sickness.
With any amount of luck, tomorrow I will be the proud owner of a beautiful foundation bred quarter horse- Zippin Peppy San… barn named _______. I’m not anouncing the name until I’ve signed the papers, after so many disapointments, I think maybe it’s bad luck. Keep your finger crossed for me!

