|and they're off!|
We worked crowd control at a point-to-point (read: steeple chase, like National Velvet) this past weekend. At the event, I was absorbed and focused on the event. Afterwards, I realized just how amazing Midas is.
|bird's eye view for the announcer|
|prepared for take off|
The only times he looked askance at things were when he was being passive aggressive about being made to walk when he wanted to be eating grass. He listened to me when I said not to even think about looking askance at things.
This is by far the most relaxed we've both been at this event.
|some friends came!|
I developed a spiel to preempt the questions from the non-horse people (His name is Midas, he's a boy, he's half Belgian half Thoroughbred (sometimes I elaborated to half plow horse half race horse if they looked really un-horsey)..... Some of the outriders hate the questions, but I think they secretly love the opportunity to know infinitely more than everyone else. I see it as a chance to teach people about the things that I love. Even if it's cutely painful sometimes (Bystander: "Does he have any babies?" Me: "No, he doesn't have any babies..." [inside: there is no way he was bejeweled long enough to make babies] Bystander: "They'd be sweet babies" Me: "They'd have attitude." [inside: I should really just say thank you...])
|staking out the backside of the infield with a nice view of half the race course...and the outhouses|
I love letting the little horse crazy girls pat him, because they remind me of me. In particular there was the girl who looked about 7 years old who asked me if there were any Arabians here at all--I told her most likely not, it's all Thoroughbreds and a few crosses in this crowd--but I have always loved Arabians. She smiled and said "Me too!"
|Midas was sleepy-tired|
That is so me as a child. I hope she gets her Arabian some day. My tastes over the years have shifted more to individuals rather than breeds, but I wouldn't complain if someone gave me an Arabian!
|prepping the day before the races|
|Purrl wanted to help clean my boots|
|Or at least be involved somehow|