Poor Breedle Dee and More Show Photos

The weather was fantastic for our show last weekend. We couldn't have asked for anything better. It was a low key schooling show with rail classes. The show is put on by a local TB club but was open to all breeds. Bre hasn't been to a show in years but has left the stable many times for trail rides. I thought she might be a little fussy in the ring but Bre showed me you don't have to be a three year old to be crazy. She will be 15 this month and I known her since she was three. In that time, for all her faults, being herd bound was never an issue. Bre says "Even old girls can learn new tricks". She screamed bloody murder all morning and was in a panic looking for her buddies. She was even obsessed with the horse she only knew in the twenty minutes it took us to trailer over. 

By the time our pleasure class was over Bre was a hot mess of nerves. It was supposed to be a fun last show outing for us and I felt terrible to see my happy go lucky mare so upset. She was kicking at other horses and tossing her head obsessively. This is the mare who will let geldings walk with noses under her trail on a ride. It broke my heart to see my girl so upset. I felt guilty because I drug her into it. I decided to scratch the rest of the classes and babysit her at the trailer. My biggest goal was to have a fun day with the prettiest mare in the world so I was just as happy to hang out with her at the trailer. She was quite pleased to relax at the trailer as long as she had hay in front of her. She cried a little when she spotted one of her buddies but as soon as they were gone she went  back to eating. We didn't want to leave her alone so we took turns sitting with her and watching the show. She loves people so she thought this was pretty cool. Once she settled down I think she quite enjoyed hanging out with the people and sunning herself.  My groom fed her gummy peaches and we were even able to leave her some at the trailer after lunch. 

She did decide to get riled up again near the end of the day when they set up a trail course in the field next to our trailer. I am not sure what her little pony brain was thinking but she was in a tizzy unless she could watch horses on the course but the trailer was set up so tied horses had their backs to the field. She got mad she couldn't turn around and see the trail course and threw a fit with rearing and pawing and all that cra cra stuff. We found an acceptable solution to this problem by hand grazing her in the field where she could see the horses performing. I had to laugh by then. She is such a princess. First she didn't want to be ridden so she got to eat hay at the trailer while everyone else worked, then a hay bag full of green eastern hay wasn't enough so she decided red mares must get fresh green grass. I almost wondered if she got upset because she thought those other horses were eating up all the grass. Oh, did I mention that she wanted her water held by humans? She would suck down the buckets if I held it. She also preffered her mash to be held as well. I love that silly mare.