As a kid I dreamed of owning a horse. In high school and college I was able to take weekly riding lessons but it wasn’t until well after graduation when I moved to California as an adult, my dream came true and I found my first horse!
His name was Clark Kent- a retired racehorse with knobby knees, a shaggy coat, and a tongue that hung over the bit. He was being used as a school horse but he wasn’t anyone’s favorite mount because he was hard to ride.
I turned him into an athlete again. We rode the hills every day and his condition improved, we took lessons, entered shows – even got some ribbons. His coat gleamed from all the carrots I fed him and his daily brushing. From the day that I got him, he was never “just a school horse” again. We continued training and competing in hunter/jumper shows and then on to dressage.
We were best buddies. After riding for hours, my dog and I would visit him again at supper time to give him some attention and a few treats. Clark brought me so many wonderful experiences, friendships and memories. It was a happy time in my life. I will always be grateful that I took my passion as far as I could. When I had to leave Clark behind, I found him the perfect place to live out the rest of his life.
I donated him to the Elk’s Rehabilitation Clinic where he was able to be the mount in a therapeutic riding program. True to his name, his mild manners made him a top choice among many other riders for years to come. As for me, I am still a crazy horse lady.