Post by Lucy on Jan 10, 2014 4:03:33 GMT
*A Star In The Making*
Horse: Dreaming of Glory
Rider: Chloe Paisley
Glory was wired this fine, February morning. He put up a fuss while he was being groomed and tacked. Chloe finally got him out onto the dirt course. He kicked out his hind legs, being his regular lively self. He snorted with pride and pranced around the track, though she wanted him to jog. There was no stopping this colt. He had to be the top horse at DRS. Triple Crown was in his sights. He was in the best shape of his life. He was undefeated, so far, this season. He would fair well in his upcoming races.
Lucy didn't want to let up with his training. She kept it at every two weeks, including his races. She wanted him to remain on top. He was the best horse in the barn, at the moment. Chloe was the perfect rider for him, but she was pregnant. She still hadn't told anybody. She knew it would end up biting her in the butt. She needed to stop riding. She couldn't put her life or her unborn child's life at risk.
Glory settled nicely as they cantered across the gap to the inside rail. Once given rein, Glory sprinted forward, leaving dust in his wake. He thundered around the turn and dashed into a faster gear when he hit the stretch. Chloe hand rode him down the straight away, not needing to let the whip out. Glory was on his own. He flew down the track and sped past the finish. He needed the warm-up. He was a star in the making.
Horse: Dreaming of Glory
Rider: Chloe Paisley
Glory was wired this fine, February morning. He put up a fuss while he was being groomed and tacked. Chloe finally got him out onto the dirt course. He kicked out his hind legs, being his regular lively self. He snorted with pride and pranced around the track, though she wanted him to jog. There was no stopping this colt. He had to be the top horse at DRS. Triple Crown was in his sights. He was in the best shape of his life. He was undefeated, so far, this season. He would fair well in his upcoming races.
Lucy didn't want to let up with his training. She kept it at every two weeks, including his races. She wanted him to remain on top. He was the best horse in the barn, at the moment. Chloe was the perfect rider for him, but she was pregnant. She still hadn't told anybody. She knew it would end up biting her in the butt. She needed to stop riding. She couldn't put her life or her unborn child's life at risk.
Glory settled nicely as they cantered across the gap to the inside rail. Once given rein, Glory sprinted forward, leaving dust in his wake. He thundered around the turn and dashed into a faster gear when he hit the stretch. Chloe hand rode him down the straight away, not needing to let the whip out. Glory was on his own. He flew down the track and sped past the finish. He needed the warm-up. He was a star in the making.