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Barn Friends

Aka the Second Family

Barn friends, aka the Second Family

The really cool thing about equestrians is that we come from all walks of life, have different backgrounds, education, etc., yet we all find ourselves coming together to share one commonality, the love of horses. Horseback riding is one of the very few sports where a 12-year-old teenager can often be seen sharing a lesson with a 60-year-old, all while being taught by a 35-year-old instructor! After said lesson (which we have all had at one point in our riding lives), you could likely find the 12-year-old and the 60-year-old cleaning their saddles together discussing their lesson. How cool is that?!

Just like horses, barns (and the people that ride there) come in all different shapes and sizes, and there isn’t a one size fits all category. Though it’s important to find the right barn and the right fit for your horse, it’s equally important to find the right barn for you as a rider. 

Adult amateurs are the backbone of the equestrian industry, many of them working tirelessly to be able to afford to pay for their lessons and/or their horse(s). At different barns you may find a hodgepodge of people at different phases of their riding life: some riders may be competitive; some may take lessons just once a week; some may compete sparingly; and some mostly just want to relax and hack. But with all, going to the barn is their reprieve from the rest of their life. Getting to enjoy our equine friends and horses is why we all work so hard to begin with. You would be hard pressed to find an adult amateur who doesn’t say that riding factors into why we work so hard at our jobs! Thus, finding the right barn and barn friends is like the cherry on top of an outrageously expensive cake. At the barn, you finally get to take a break from ‘life’ and talk to people about horses (our favourite subject) for hours on end! When people say it is akin to therapy, they are not wrong. While no barn is perfect, as riders/owners we have to decide what works best for us and our equine friend(s).

That being said, whom we choose to surround ourselves with matters. The people we surround ourselves with can either lift us up and push us to be better, or they do not. I’m not going to say why not, because it is as individual as every unique person, but I once read that we are the sum of our five closest friends. I’ve always liked this theory and have applied it to my horse friends. When we are surrounded by inspiring, kind, and empathetic people, it leads to more kind and empathetic humans. Owning and riding horses can be hard, as they are living, breathing animals that we as riders decide to get on and attempt to steer and perform for us. Since horses would rather be eating in a field with their friends, they will have their good days, they will have their bad days, and just about every other day in between. Finding others to commiserate our difficult days with and celebrate our successes with makes all the difference.

Not by chance, many of my closest friends are riders and horse people as well. I think it is because they “get it” (i.e the struggle as well as the successes). Barn friends know my horses almost as well as they know me. They will know when something is off with any one of us. They accept that I am a mess when something isn’t right with one of my horses, and they will listen to me (sometimes for hours) explain how I can’t figure out this one step (those piaffe-passage transitions are really hard). They understand when I pay a lot of money to go to a horse show far away and only actually compete for 5 and ½ minutes, and will listen to me attentively while I explain each step of a dressage test (sometimes painstakingly slowly). They are the ones I share my excitement with when I tell them I can trot on Nash or piaffe on Tundra. And I would do the same for any of them, at any time. 

Barn friends make bad days a bit better and good days great.

“A friend is someone who helps you when you’re down, and if they can’t, they lay beside you.”

-Winnie the Pooh

The Middle

The Middle 

Every good story has a beginning, a middle, and an end. This blog post will be about the middle, how Tundra went from unbroke pasture horse to the Grand Prix.

The first year I owned Tundra, I mostly hacked and tried to teach him how to canter under saddle. Shortly after he turned 5, I moved Tundra to Queenswood Stables (owned by Simone Williams) in Navan, Ont. I had groomed for Simone in the past, which was my first real introduction to dressage. I wish I could say I loved it right away, but I had no idea how someone could make their horse trot on the spot when I could barely convince mine to go on the bit.

Eventually, with the help of Simone, Tundra and I started showing at training and first level at local Gold (national) shows. We did ok, consistently scoring around 60%, so I moved him up to second level, which was an absolute disaster. After that show season, I decided I was either going to get the hang of showing or become a trail rider. While Tundra put the flying in flying changes for a while (I even thought about starting a support group), Tundra and I did eventually figure them out. The next year, we went out and rocked third level, coming home champion or reserve at every show.

At this point, I dared to start dreaming about one day making it to the Prix St. George (the first international level). After a lot of hard work, lessons, and early morning rides before work, we did get there. What followed was two years of mediocre (at best) Prix St. George tests. I resolved (again) to improve, and the following two years we did considerably better and even started showing the Intermediaire 1 and created a freestyle (a test to music). During this time, we started playing with the piaffe, passage, and the one tempi changes, the movements required for the Grand Prix. Initially, the plan was for me to learn how to train and do these movements on Tundra so that down the road I would have a better understanding of what to do for my next horse.

HOWEVER, when Tundra had turned 18, thinking this might be our only shot, I entered us into our first Grand Prix in competition. While it certainly left some room for imagination, we did it, and I could not have been more proud of him. Today, at the young age of 20 and 4 days/week of training, Tundra is fitter than he’s ever been and we have had a few more (successful) Grand Prix’s under our belt. Usually, the 5th ride of each week is Tundra Appreciation Day; where we go for a fun hack on the Trans Canada Trail or around Queenswood’s beautiful property.

If you are interested in reading, our story was even highlighted in a Chronicle of the Horse’ Amateur Showcase blog post! You can find it by clicking the link below!

Happy Riding!


The Beginning

Fast forward 6 years, my first semester of University, I have a job making actual money. The barn I had been at for the last 6 years has sold all of their lesson horses. I asked my coach if I can start working with some of their coming 3-year-olds, and as they have so many horses, she agreed to let me. One day, I bring in from the field a grey horse and a bay horse. Quickly realizing the bay horse was beyond my skill level, I set out to spend more time with the grey one. He was a big, young Thoroughbred/Percheron Cross, and was so, so kind. Not one to easily get attached (this barn was a sales barn after all), there was something special about this big grey named Tundra.

Although my instructor at the time had been teaching me about how to start young horses, I realized very quickly that I didn’t, in fact, know very much. I also quickly realized (in part thanks to the bay), how forgiving Tundra was. He had just been started under saddle and had only two rides with a cowboy before I took over riding him. Mostly, I would just walk and trot and attempt to steer him. A month or so later, my coach told me someone was coming to look at him that coming weekend to be a hunt horse. He was big, safe and fairly handsome, all the makings of a great hunt horse. Without thinking I blurted out “how much do you want for him?”. I had been saving money from working at a job I disliked and had planned to buy a car.

After some negotiating, the owner and I settled on a price and I promised to bring cash the next day. I got home and told my parents what I had just done. I started by asking them to sit down (what every parent of an 18-year-old girl wants to hear). I opened with and, “good news, I’m not pregnant(!)”. My mom looked at me and said “let me guess you bought a horse”, her only reply was “I hope you can afford this because I’m not paying for it.” The next morning, I went to the bank and then straight to the barn. At 18 years old, during my first semester of university, I became an owner to a barely broke 3-year-old horse.

Welcome!

Welcome! My name is Caroline George. I am an amateur dressage rider living and working in Ottawa, Ontario. I have two horses (I own one, I’m pretty sure the other owns me): Tundra, my 20-year-old thoroughbred percheron Grand Prix Horse and Nash my 3-year-old KWPN by Ampere/Gribaldi.

I love the sharing my love of horses and training with my friends and fellow horse lovers. I love discussing the finer points of the piaffe, the complexity of the flying changes, the first trot on a young horse. All of it. Years ago I joked that there should be a flying change support group. While I’m planning to discuss a lot more than flying changes, I realized maybe I should be the one to start the conversation and thus this blog was created! Happy reading and more importantly happy riding!