Post by Libby on Nov 11, 2006 22:52:44 GMT -5
Walking slowly towards the western training ring, a worn forest green lead rope firmly in hand. On the other end of the rope, a feisty young filly walked, head high in the air as the two alert ears swiveled to and fro, dark eyes looking around inquisitively at everything. Sorrel tail swishing ever once in awhile as if strutting her stuff. Yep, that was Dazzle. A two year old full of attitude and spunk. Luckily that isn't all of what's inside her head, along with her being extremely intelligent, swift, and curious. So no, not all looks and charisma.
As the two entered into the arena, Libby latched the gate behind, then patted the horse's sleek neck. Walking to the middle of the large corral, Libby grabbed the lunging rope from her shoulder and snapped it to the dark green halter, taking off the lead rope.
With a click of her tongue, and a slight snap of the white rope, Dazzle skipped backwards, eyes widening as she began in swift trot around the girl. "Easy." She spoke firmly but calm and sort of soft at the same time. The horse obed, gathering up the trot and paying full attention, her pace now smooth and graceful. Arching her elegant neck slightly, the filly's ears swiveled the whole time.
