Walking down to my barn, vehicle keys in hand, I pondered on how and why I’d got myself in this predicament in the first place.
Rescuing Thoroughbreds is not a habit of mine—the whole episode was the result of a whim.
Red Cruiser, my dressage horse, had decided he didn’t want to be a pure dressage horse any longer. He wanted to be an eventer again. But I no longer wanted to jump higher and wider, and instead harbored dreams of going up the levels in dressage. This difference of opinion between horse and rider meant my chestnut gelding and I were going to have to part company.
It was no easy decision. We’d been together since before he was born. I bred, backed, and trained him, and we had a strong bond.
To make the task of selling him less painful, I wanted to try out new horses right
