Just . . . what? Seriously, what?
So I'm down a window and need to figure out how to get it replaced. My best guess is that there was a small rock or gap in the rubber around the outside and it shattered the tempered glass. I swear Theo was laughing at me while I stood there in shock. I've never even heard of that happening!
I was so delighted. I rarely get pictures of us together since I'm usually the photographer. Of course my horse was a total mooch and I'm laughing in all of the photos because he was trying to mug me and eat his ribbon. Once the riders figured out that I was showing completely on my own, many went out of their way to help. Holding my horse when I forgot my whip, inviting me to dinner so I didn't have to eat alone, lending me a wheelbarrow so I didn't have to go get mine, lots of little things to help me survive my away show. I really don't like showing solo, but they made it much easier. After some online interactions I wasn't feeling welcome at western dressage as a primarily standard dressage rider, but as usual, real people are much nicer than the online trolls.
* People think Theo is a western trained horse in warm up. I do most of my warm up on the buckle, encouraging him to stretch and be chill. I was riding one handed for part of my warm up because, well, when in Rome. Someone actually asked if he was a QH. Then I shortened my reins and got him ready to go in. Presto, instant dressage horse. Neck lifts, booty engages, and he looks like something else entirely. Someone suggested I try him in ranch pleasure since he'd do just as well there as he does in western dressage. Hm . . .
We each have our way of celebrating a job well done.