Months went by. I didn't improve with Dakota, but I
sure did love her. She was just so unpredictable yet I was determined to
overcome all obstacles in my head and under saddle. I did find many excuses not
to ride but still, I loved my barn and knew she was taken care of.
If you are fortunate to live close enough to where your horse is stabled,
or better yet, have them on your own property, then you have won half the
battle. A good, trustworthy trainer and barn management is worth
every penny of the ridiculous cost of the sport. We were lucky. We
had a great barn and great people to care for our precious livestock. The
grounds were beautiful. The stalls were large and airy. We had a sand
outdoor arena, round pen and a great indoor. We had a wash stall, two
tack rooms and a lounge. The price was right and we had all the
luxuries a horse owner could dream of. It was truly a place of
peace, happiness and beauty. One of the many reasons I was so hesitant
to get another horse was the heartache and worry of where to board it and who
to entrust my horse's care to. I lived an hour away and knew that I
would only visit on weekends.. and never EVER in the harsh winter of
Sussex County.
Finding Dakota, this barn and our trainer was a miracle in itself and
every day I thanked God for the comfort of knowing that my horse was safe,
fed and happy.
Until she wasn't.
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