I have been keeping a secret from you, and I apologize. And that secret is that despite all my best intentions, Smitty and I were not working out.
I moved him to a quieter barn just a couple days after Christmas, hoping that the change would be what we needed to further our partnership. And on the ground, things were better. But I had learned a bit of a distrust in him after he developed a spookiness that I now realize are a symptom of his ulcerated stomach. I involved professional help, teaching me how to best work with him from a groundwork perspective as well as training him under saddle. But about a month ago, I suspected that I might not be truly confident enough to get in the saddle myself. Full training was of course an option, and one that probably would be a great solution, but not one I am financially capable of pursuing at this time.
So I made the decision to send his information to respected professionals both local and up and down the east coast. And not even two weeks later, I had someone interested to buy him. A well respected professional eventer with an outstanding young horse program. We chatted at length, and she was fully empathetic to my situation as an amateur finding myself between a rock and a hard place. A PPE was done, and this morning, just like that, Smitty loaded on a trailer bound for a new home.
My reasons for keeping the situation quiet are manifold, but mostly, because I wanted some privacy while I determined the best scenario for both Smitty and myself, without the pain of answering questions or having to explain myself. Not even my father, or the other boarders at our barn were aware that I decided to sell Smitty, though now of course the news is out and his stall is empty.
I am definitely sad about it, and for sure self-medicated with much vino to dry my tears last night. But I feel confident that Smitty will benefit from the tutelage he will receive, and become the amateur-friendly mount that I know is in there. And for myself, I hope to find the horse that is right for me, to go have fun on and get back in the saddle. Here’s hoping he finds me sooner rather than later.