My roots were planted on the shores of Lake Superior, but my branches have spread far. Currently, I am a Senior studying Animal Science with an Equine Emphasis at the University of Minnesota-Twin Cities. In the past, my pony adventures have brought Kelso and I to live at The Horse First Farm in Wisconsin, the Parelli Campus in Colorado and the Pennsylvania Riding Academy where we studied under Paul Belasik and where this blog was born. I am currently having way too much fun getting to play with ponies everyday as the assistant (to the assistant) under Heather Salden-Kurtz at Cross Creek Stables.
Kelso, the Wonder Pony, has taught me what love looks like in the eyes of a horse and everything else. He is the Wonder Pony, in part, due to the fact I have no idea what breed he is; the other part, because he is truly Wonder-full. I owe everything I have learned to him, and if I ever look like I know what I am doing, it is thanks to that little guy. Thank you to The Minnesota Hooved Animal Rescue for rescuing him and pairing us! I must also thank Parelli Natural Horsemanship for allowing me to cultivate the incredible relationship I have with the WP, and for teaching me the importance of play and communication-and not just with horses. To my greatest mentor, Paul, thanks for whipping us into shape in the sandbox, and for putting up with all of our antics.
Kelso and I have ridden on the shores of the Greatest Lake, gone jumping, galloped across many fields, ridden in the mountains, chased some cows, and became the best of friends along the way. We have had an absolute blast working up the Dressage Levels the last two years. He has taught me enough to give me the tools to start teaching other horses, and I am so grateful for this and every opportunity; what a lucky life to lead with my Little Wonder Pony. I have had him for 33% of my life, but he is 100% of my heart and soul.
At the end of the day, this blog is about a girl and her pony whose favorite things are laughing and learning. (Oh, and peppermint treats!) We wear pink stirrups to remind us to never take anything too seriously and to always remember the little girl who had a big dream.