What’s in a name?

I’ve always laughed about how appropriately (or inappropriately) a name can describe a horse.

To name a few (famous and not famous) options….

Butterfly Flip

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Joris de Brabadner

Appropriateness (out of 10): 8

I mean, this mare had such grace and effortless float to her. Butterfly flip sounds like an ice skating maneuver.

Chill R Z

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Appropriateness (out of 10): 2

Talented, agile as all heck. Chill, this horse was not.

Catch Me

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Sigh…

Appropriateness (out of 10): 7

Yeah, I’d need someone to catch me too if I rode a hunter that jumped like this!

Small Affair

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Image Sauce

Appropriateness (out of 10): 3

If you count multiple National championships and that style “small”…

Ligist

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Appropriateness (out of 10): 3

Ligist is German for “hooligan”. I don’t know about you, but when I am called a hooligan, I do not have that level of care toward my job.

This is my level of hooligan.

Tango

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Mare can dance…

Appropriateness (out of 10): 10

Beautiful mover, emblematic of partnership…. I buy in. I am also calling my own bias.

 

Any notable names from your own lives? Either because they are super appropriate (or not)?

Smile Worthy – A Bit of Fantasy

Part of my 2019 mantra — to be happy with what you have — has practicing a neat little Jedi mind trick.

Normally my arrival to the barn after work goes something like this –

  1. Panic, stress, panic about getting to barn late.
  2. Speedy groom.
  3. Ride for 20 minutes.
  4. Panic, stress, panic about getting back home late.

At that level of frenetic, what is even the point?

So now, I arrive to the barn, take my leisurely time, even if it means I will be there kind of late. I snuggle the horse. I walk around the property. We sniff grass.

More importantly, I indulge in a bit of fantasy.

Don’t get me wrong, we don’t want to slip into delusional or unsafe. I am not jumping property fences, gleefully claiming I am the new wave of Beezie Madden (which, is sacrilegious to begin with, if you ask me ).

The scene is typically only me with a small collection of other people at the property in the evening hours. So I strut around and pretend.

I own this horseLie.

I own this beautiful property. Lie.

I don’t have to worry about Property Taxes on this beautiful, development-rich landTRUE.

I love this moment. Most truth ever! Shrink my nose into my head.

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Lady, you crazy.

At any rate, my re-ignition of childhood imagination has me feeling much happier. I need a re-calibration of my mind to stop focusing on what I don’t have, which is not healthy and endless.

I encourage everyone to lie to themselves in small doses, when the mood is right and your heart needs it.