Demone - Show jumping Entry

FIRST PLACE

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Show: [link] hosted by *Champie-TiiteWolf
Class: Show jumping

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Story
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English
So I turn off the car and I stopped just few seconds to think about it. I had just arrived at the stable where I would have dealt with Demone’s first horse show. He behaved so well during the journey besides it was only the second time he tackled a trailer-carriage and it was when I took him away from that dreary slaughterhouse.
How much we came a long way, how many improvements we did! I was really proud of us.
I got off the car and I went to the trailer-carriage’s door, I opened it and I shouted “Hey silly boy, we arrived at last!”. Demone turned back and whinnied a bit. He got down quite easily and we went towards the guest boxes enjoying the green scenery in front of us.
After having brought Demone in the box I set out for the secretary’s office to confirm my entry at the horse obstacle competition in the afternoon and at the “pas-de-deux” one for the following day’s evening.
The day before a competition is always stressing, I always have too many thoughts and worries about it.
So I decide to make some break with Demone, I slumped on my brush case and I started to wander my mind on Demone’s beautiful outlines. “Tomorrow will be a hard day, but I’m sure we’ll face it” I whispered him. “Today we are doing some soft work and a beautiful walking, do you like the idea? It’s a wonderful place!” I loved talking to Demone, he seemed to understand me somehow.
In the early afternoon we started with the daily work: some exercise in the three paces, some work with the two tracks and lots of cuddles. We did it well as we were alone in the course.
The idea of how he would have behaved among lots of horses made me tremble. Then as I promised we enjoyed a relaxing walking. I felt my heart tightened at the idea of leaving my silly boy alone in an unknown place, so I decided to spend the night in the car in a rough-and-ready sleeping bag. I was so tired I immediately fell asleep.
My phone alarm rang at seven o’ clock in the morning, still tired I took my bag and I went to a toilet to change my clothes, I had breakfast and finally I looked out for my cub and he hailed me with a noisy whinny. “Hi honey, ready for today? It will be very hard, but I trust you” I said him.
“This morning I let you amuse yourself in the paddock, but don’t make me desperate” I told him.
So I put him his green halter and I brought him in the paddock. “Be quite! It’s not time to make troubles!” I shouted him. My beloved stallion started to thrill a lot because of a exciting female which went too close to him. “You are a true stallion, aren’t you?” I told him jokingly. Demone spent a couple of hours relaxing among the green grass while I put the grease on the saddle and the bridle, then I brought him in the box. “I’ll come lately, take a rest champ!” I hailed him. I came back to him after lunch, I tied him outside the box, I brushed him, I saddled him, I weave his mane in tricolour bands, I put on my contest jacket and I jumped on his back.
“Ok Demone, here we go! Please, don’t try to kill me” I told him. It needed just a quick view at the course to make me boggle; I was finished. Demone wasn’t used at the presence of so many horses.
As we were approaching at the warm up arena, Demone became increasingly nervous, we entered the course in a decomposed and troubled trot: there were definitely too many horses. In a way or another I forced him to make the warming-up in the correct way, every approaching horse provoked a big buck, however I didn’t mind his moods because he would have got used to it soon.
It took an entire half an hour to desensitize him to the presence of the other binomials.
At the end of the warming-up and after the first obstacles I was in any case satisfied.
My moment came and they call me in the show jumping arena, so I asked for my cap and I waited since the other competitor have left the arena. “Here we go, let’s do the best we can!” I whispered to my friend. I started the course in a regular gallop; after the first obstacles Demone started to excite and enjoyed the course, it was perfect. I could feel his powerful muscles, his strong, regular breath, I was so concentrated I didn’t mind his joyful bucks after the triple and the double.
I went to the last obstacle holding my breath, Demone wasn’t tired at all, he seems to know that was the last obstacle. I wasn’t able to manage him, he started to gallop furiously and we succeded the last obstacle with a big jump. It took me some seconds realizing we have just ended the course so perfectly. “You rock!” I shouted throwing myself at the neck of my beautiful champ; I was crying.
We left the show jumping arena in passage without asking him, as if he knew he did a good job and was proud to say: ”Look at me, I’m the best one!” After having smooth over my champ I cuddled him a lot and I whispered him sweet words, and I told him: ”Take a rest my friend, tonight we are having another important course. See you later.” He moved down his head gently, so I kissed him on the forehead. Then I went to my car to relax, I still had to face the most difficult part of the race.
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