A few weeks ago I went out to the barn and saddled my horse. I started leading him out to the arena, opened the gate, and all of a sudden he sat back. I turned around expecting a snake or something horrendous like that. I looked down and saw the whole leg of my saddle laying on the ground. Fender, stirrup, the whole thing.
At first the blonde in me thought ‘dang it just fell right off’, but I knew better. My horse was too close to the fence post and the hinge had caught my stirrup. I went back to the barn and got another saddle out. After a few minutes, here comes my Dad just to see what I am up too. He saw my saddle and said “What in the world did you do”…instantly assuming I did something! I said “I don’t know it just FELL off”. He raised his eyebrows and gave me a look and said “that’s impossible” (which I would like to say, that it actually COULD happen). I shrugged and said “Well, it did”. He took my fender and stirrup, proceeded to walk to the gate, look down, see where my horse sat back, and looked at the gate. He said “You didn’t open the gate wide enough”. I said “Dad, yes I did…my horse just didn’t go in the middle”. BUSTED!! I tried to pull off the whole innocence thing but he didn’t fall for it. I don’t know why I tried to act like nothing happened, I’m almost thirty years old and it was my saddle…but he’s still my dad, well that and the fact that anytime I do something stupid I like to try and cover it up!
Dad’s are funny that way. It’s like he knew something happened and here he came to investigate and find out what I did. So now here I am with a broken saddle, easily fixed; but still broken and in need of repair. My first reaction was “Well, Dad looks like it’s time for a new saddle”…again the ‘look’. I knew I didn’t need a new saddle but I want a new saddle. So I got to looking at saddles. My taste is usually simple, chic, but every now and then I like to go a little wild. Here’s some of the ones that caught my eye. Regardless of what you do in the Equine world…I hope ya like these!
