Story Time (Late...)

Dear Wal,

My horse show was last week, I know, I know. I put things off. I got distracted. I got extremely busy. Very busy. Cross country, horse back riding, writing and school makes my life highly complicated and leaves me very little excess time for things like blog posts. Jason, Tom and the rest are much more urgent...sorry.
Anyway, on to the story.
First of all, everything was made so much easier by Lynn and Dania, my instructors at Transitions. They cleaned up Buzzy, helped me calm him down and coached me on the sidelines. It would have been much more hectic and difficult without them their to help.
I rode in three gaited classes, and did a halter class. In one of the gaited classes, there were only two riders including Buzzy and I, and in another one their were only three. It was a pretty small affair, but there were still a lot of people who showed up. The classes were fairly small, at least I thought they were. Who am I to say? I've never been to an actual horse show before this one. Anyway, obviously in those two classes I won second and third, but in the other gaited class and the halter class I actually came in the ranking before other people. There were at least fifteen people in the halter class, one of whom had a Friesian. No competition. Buzzy may be just as black...but he can't compete with the flash of a Friesian. Anyway, we won a sixth place ribbon in that class. In the last gaited class I came in third over some Paso Fino horses. They were ridden by some very nice ladies. I think they were all in a riding group or something. I need to find a group of people to ride with, but...there are very few people with Walkers who use natural horsemanship with their horses. I think it's catching on, though. People who ride Walkers are finally starting to realize how crazy their horses really are, on the inside, and what that can lead to. Trust me, I've lived it.
Anyway, Buzzy was completely freaked out, and so was I. Well...I was freaked out, and so he was as well. We had fun anyway, and when I got home I completely crashed. I tried to put one of the ribbons on his bridle in victory and he was all like: D8 WHAT IS THIS THING ON MY FAAACE.
Once again, I have no pictures because of the usual reason: my father. I really need to get better at getting to the camera before he does.

/endrant

P.S. I'm going to Greensboro tomorrow for a meet. Hopefully it won't pour like it did last time.