impressive cookie

[Snowflake]

Catch was quite happy to listen to me, I noted with glee. The filly moved effortlessly, with such grace it seemed like a dream. I rode her trot with ease, steering her through figure eights and circles and serpentines and random other shapes to warm her up while I waited for Sarah to come down to the track. The filly had just the right amount of fiest and fire - enough to be your typical thoroughbred, but she had more sense than I thought possible in a horse. She had such intelligence that I wondered jokingly whether she was part human.

Sarah came down from the barn leading Crowned Cookie, another filly we had bought in the sale with Catch. Cookie was a little more outgoing that Catch, but probably with less sense. Marissa came out shortly afterward, swinging her hard hat with one hand, her crop with the other. I grimaced at how gorgeous she looked, even in her skinny jeans and faded GHS tee. She and Sarah were rare beauties in the horse industry. Both of them were hot in no matter what they wore. I swear, they could wear horse manure caked boots on the catwalk and they would pull it off.

They both smiled warmly at me, and I smiled back a little sheepishly. Catch danced beneath me, and whinnied shrilly to her stablemate. Both seemed to have settled in nicely, even though we had only aquired them the morning before. Crowned Cookie's answering reply was excited, and she pranced eagerly next to the mounting block as Marissa vaulted on. I guess this morning would be a joint workout - probably just an easy one to get the horses used to the track, and to give us an idea of how fit they were.

I mounted the spirited chestnut with little difficulty, despite her dancing and prancing.

Marissa and I warmed the fillies up side by side, then returned to Sarah for instructions. She looked happy with what she had seen so far, and nodded with satisfaction. Okay. Take them around once at a slow gallop. We nodded, accepting our instructions, and turned the fillies back toward the track, keeping a distance of about two metres between us, pressing them back through their paces gradually until we coasted into gallop, at the mile marker. We were working on the turf today, as Catch had apparently made it quite clear that she preferred turf over dirt, and Cookie showed no obvious preference for either.

I was exhilarated by the smooth, flying sensation of Catch's gallop. We just seemed to glide along, hugging the rail as we flew down the track. All too soon, it was time to pull up. I was stoked to see that Catch didn't want to slow, but yet wasn't about to disobey me. She had been well trained. Cookie, on the other hand, resisted slowing down and attempted to charge into a faster gallop. I laughed at the chestnut's antics. No way she could get away with that with Marissa on her back. Surely enough, Marissa had her back down at trot within seconds.

We rode back to Sarah, who looked visibly impressed. This is good. I didn't know how long they'd been out of training, but it looks like two weeks, at the most - which is nothing. They are still in great condition, by the looks. I noticed happily that neither filly seemed tired, and neither were very hot or sweaty. They were in great condition. Probably ready to race again within a month. Alright, cool them out.
Sarah grinned, heading back to the stables to pick up her first ride for the morning - Euphoria.