We Came. We Screamed. We Won?
Act 1: In Which Bast Attempts to Get Us Eliminated Before Leaving the Property
I showed up at the farm at sunrise, ready to collect my beast and head to the show grounds. At first all looked to be in order, until Bast turned his head and I caught a glimpse of it ... a bloodied lip. Cue the hysterics (on my end). The wound is a nothing, and I wouldn't even give it a second look. Except, the USEF has a zero tolerance on blood in the mouth, and this could very much look like my horse was bleeding during my ride.
|Beautiful day. Beautiful forelock braid. UGLY UGLY CHIN WOUND.|
The TD agreed that the whole thing was the worst of luck. She told me if it blotted in a bit check as bleeding, I would be eliminated. I told her that was fair, and hoped it wouldn't start bleeding as he moved around. Thankfully it remained unchanged throughout the day, and didn't even ooze. Tragedy Averted.
Act 2: In Which Our Intrepid Equine Hero Undergoes Great Distress and Discovers His Mighty Voice
We trailered in with Bast's turnout buddy, which I'll admit to being nervous about. These two are pretty attached, and I knew Bast would be a bit looky for his friend. Unfortunately, I did not prepare for said friend to call out during my Training 3 warm up, leading Bast to go through a complete mental breakdown. Even after his friend was lead away, The Bay Screamer could not get a handle on his emotions. At one point, I kid you not, he neighed so hard my legs vibrated off his sides.
He screamed so much, I'd honestly be surprised if his throat isn't sore today.
|His screaming face. My fed up expression. This photo is everything.|
Act 3: In Which The Wild Songster Wins All The Things Simply For Existing
This show is one of the few dressage shows in the area that does Thoroughbred Incentive Program awards. After submitting my entry without Bast's TIP numbers, I sent a frantic email to the secretary asking if she could please, please, please add that to my entry. She was so very kind to do so. Be nice to your show secretaries, people. They work hard to right the wrongs of the dumb and tardy like myself.
|DID I WIN?!|
The surprises didn't end there. Bast ended up being the only thoroughbred on the property, which meant we walked away with every TIP award available.
|Jesus Christ this haul is epic. We won a bucket (from the show for being the only AA in 1-2 and not getting eliminated), a tumbler, TWO backpacks, and a neck ribbon. All that on top of the other two TIP champ ribbons and the ribbons from the show.|
Act 4: In Which A Redheaded Beauty Just Says No to Show
After we got Bast home and settled back into turnout with his friends, I headed down to trim Pig's feet. It was so nice to spend time with the old man, as I haven't been able to really see him in over a week. He saw me walk up in my white breeches, smelling like horse show, and carrying a set of shipping boots and immediately gave me some side eye.
|What's this now? Bish plz. I thought I was retired.|
|Living in the city means toting all your horse show paraphernalia a half a block from your car to your apartment building... while surrounded by tourists and walking two dogs. I get a lot of weird looks.|