Dreamcatcher's Destiny
This is a story I began writing shortly after I had my son. I haven't had the chance to finish it yet. I am hoping by posting it in installments, that maybe I will take the time to finish it. Please let me know what you think as you read. So sit back and enjoy!
"I can't believe how poorly I did in that class" I thought to myself. This was the perfect chance to start my Arabian stallion, Dreamcatcher, with some clout in a show ring. He has everything to make an awesome show horse and stud, but I had to let my own feud get into the showring. That woman and her brother get under my skin easier then anyone I've ever met. Although, I guess some of it is my fault, but that was my horse fair and square. Oh, well, if it hadn't happened I wouldn't have ended up with Dreamcatcher. At two years old, he already was 15 hands tall, and had a beautiful strawberry roan coat with a nice star that complimented his dish face and erect, well placed ears. His mane and tail were white and chestnut, which dazzled against his light colored coat. His temperament, you couldn't ask for a more relaxed even tempered stallion. But they had to be such sore losers. Everytime I saw them at any arabian horse event she would make sure she would be talking about my horse when I was within hearing distance. She always made comments like "That was my horse, but at the last minute the seller backed out and auctioned him" or "There goes the horse thief". Today, though, I got close to the breaking point. We were competing together in the Western Pleasure Driving and she kept going around me and cutting us off. It sure is a good thing Dreamcatcher is so easy going, otherwise I could have easily lost control of him. Oh well, at least we placed second and she only made it to fifth. "Ha, ha, let her chew on that for awhile" I said to Dreamcatcher as I cleaned his stall.
"Boy you must really have a vendetta against that horse manure" he said.
I jumped and turned to see the backside of Sean Haskins, HER brother, walking away.................
More to come!!
"I can't believe how poorly I did in that class" I thought to myself. This was the perfect chance to start my Arabian stallion, Dreamcatcher, with some clout in a show ring. He has everything to make an awesome show horse and stud, but I had to let my own feud get into the showring. That woman and her brother get under my skin easier then anyone I've ever met. Although, I guess some of it is my fault, but that was my horse fair and square. Oh, well, if it hadn't happened I wouldn't have ended up with Dreamcatcher. At two years old, he already was 15 hands tall, and had a beautiful strawberry roan coat with a nice star that complimented his dish face and erect, well placed ears. His mane and tail were white and chestnut, which dazzled against his light colored coat. His temperament, you couldn't ask for a more relaxed even tempered stallion. But they had to be such sore losers. Everytime I saw them at any arabian horse event she would make sure she would be talking about my horse when I was within hearing distance. She always made comments like "That was my horse, but at the last minute the seller backed out and auctioned him" or "There goes the horse thief". Today, though, I got close to the breaking point. We were competing together in the Western Pleasure Driving and she kept going around me and cutting us off. It sure is a good thing Dreamcatcher is so easy going, otherwise I could have easily lost control of him. Oh well, at least we placed second and she only made it to fifth. "Ha, ha, let her chew on that for awhile" I said to Dreamcatcher as I cleaned his stall.
"Boy you must really have a vendetta against that horse manure" he said.
I jumped and turned to see the backside of Sean Haskins, HER brother, walking away.................
More to come!!
Comments