09/27/2026
Ivy has come a LONG way. ā¤ļø
A couple of months ago, riding Ivy meant always having one eye on the horizon.
A bird flushing from the grass. A bush moving in the wind. A jackrabbit sprinting across the prairie. It didnāt take much to convince her that something was terrifying, and when she got scared, her answer was usually spin and bolt.
And when your horse is this massive and powerful, watching 1,200+ pounds suddenly launch itself in another direction is⦠an experience. š
Ivy has always reminded me of an elephant in a tutu trying to perform ballet. Sheās HUGE, sheās powerful, sheās incredibly sensitive, and underneath all of that is one of the sweetest mares Iāve ever worked with.
Getting her here hasnāt been about forcing her to stop being afraid. Itās taken a lot of consistent, gentle, fair work to help her learn that she can be scared without needing to run.
And now?
Riding Ivy is a joy.
She thinks. She listens. She trusts me to help her through the things that used to overwhelm her, and Iām no longer spending every ride wondering what might set her off next.
Thatās the kind of progress that makes me incredibly proud.
I genuinely look forward to seeing this mare every week, and honestly, Iām going to miss the hell out of her when she heads off to her new home. ā¤ļø
But thatās the whole point of this work.
Not to make a horse fearless.
To help them become confident enough to think before they react.
And watching Ivy discover that ability has been one of my favorite transformations yet.