Double Dutch Acres: Drama on the Course

Maroon and Doomed

Great, I thought. "Honey! We just bought those breeches!" I looked at my mom, who was frowning, and then down to my newly bought, and newly stained maroon breeches. Really Quinn? "Do you not want to ride anymore? Are you mad at me?" my cheeks turned red as fire. "It's not any of those reasons. I was helping Alyssa muck out Summit's stall, and she playfully threw a pile of manure at me." I mumbled. Mom sighed. "Yes, well, she ruined a pair of $58 breeches," I spun on my heels to go to my dresser, "Even though I have at least 10 more pairs, $58 isn't expensive." Oh crap, mom is pissed now. My mom stopped in the door way, "They were on sale. Now get ready for your lesson, if you want to ride."

I blasted the Today's Hits radio on Pandora and sang along to any song I could. "I, I love you like a love song baby. I, I love you like a love song babay, and I keep hittin repeat." I dug through my drawer and finally found my light blue breeches with pockets. I threw those on, along with a new Abrecombie navy shirt that buttoned from my collar bone to half of my stomach. Tucking the shirt in, I grabbed a dark maroon belt and fastened it. "Okey, you're good." I whispered, smoothing my breeches. I took a deep breath in, and didn't let it out until I was out of my room.

It took almost 20 minutes (thaank you freeway for having lovley traffic!) for this awkward car ride to end at my barn. My mom shifted in her seat. "Have fun sweetie, Morgan is going to be taking some pictures. Mkay?" she smiled and handed me a check. I waved as she drove off.

I reached the top of the hill and took a sharp turn to the left, which lead to the crossties. I found Rusty in the crossties, sleepily waiting to be tacked up and ridden. "Heey baby boy," i whisperd to Rusty. I softy pat his thin blaze that started underneath his forelock and ended at the top of his top lip. Rusty is a chestnut medium pony, he probably stood at about 14.2 hh. Rusty lazily opened his eyes and breathed into my ear. His warm breath tickled, but made me feel at home. My back was turned towards him, as i was watching Sera. Sera used to be my friend, until she bought her horse, Abaccus - an 7 year old OTTB. I always hated watching her ride or being in a lesson with her. She always yanked on his mouth, only making Abby (Abaccus' nickname) even more sensative towards his mouth. Noticing I wasn't giving attention to him, Rusty let out a low wicker and nudged my back. Usually, he'd get my attention right away, but I was still watching Sera tack up Abaccus. Sera was putting on Abby's bridle, but Abby was more interested in playing with his water bucket. "Abaccus, stop," Sera growled. Abby stopped fooling around and immediately tensed up, with his head raised high. I was about to walk over to Sera and Abby in Abby's stall, but somehow, Sera managed to get his bridle on. She walked out of the hhis stall, leaving her grooming supplies and other supplies sprawled out infront of Abby's stall, expecting someone else to clean them up for her. Sera put on her Charles Owen helmet and started walking to the indoor arena. I was still watching her back, until Rusty used me as a giant Kleenex. I jumped and looked him in the eye. "Rusty!" he looked down, knowing he did something. "You better be good in the lesson today. I made a fresh batch of peanut butter cookies." Rusty raised his head with his ears perked up. I giggled. "C'mon baby, let's get going.

It was 4:20. Sera was already trotting Abby, yanking on his mouth, while Jenine was walking her leased horse, Gucci, with loose rein while she was on her phone. Jenine is super cautious about Gucci and their surroundings while she was riding. She looked up every second to make sure everything was okay. Gucci let out a low whicker to Rusty. Rusty replied with a high pitched whinny. I had 10 minutes to warm Rusty up until Cora would start our lesson. Cora is my trainer. She's about 33 and owns quite a couple horses at DDA (Double Dutch Acres). She's been riding since she could walk, and I went to her when I didn't know what to do. Even if it wasn't riding related - she was always there for me. Cora is like my older sister. I love her.

Rusty snnorted as we walked farther into DDA's massive indoor arena. There was already a course set up, with colorful jumps. Like yellow or purple. I patted Rusty's shoulder, calming him down, as I found our place on the rail, and quickly squeezed him into a trot. Rusty immediately started trotting. His body slowly relaxed. We trotted around the arena until I brought him to the center. Sera yanked on Abaccus' mouth, asking him to halt. Abby did as he as told, and you could see he was in pain as Sera kept yanking his mouth. She expected him to stay still, but he just fidgeted around. She tended to post a picture on her Instagram of her on Abby. He was getting his mouth yanked back, and his teeth were showing. She would be yanking on the bit, like always. The caption read, "happy #saDERPday my fellow equestrians! LMAO little abby cracks me up". It's always painful to be by this pair, no matter how much I love Abby. His go lucky happy atitude disappeared when Sera bought him.