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A Horse Trilogy

By Sherrie Robertson

This is a humourous and tender true story of three amazing horses who taught the author so much and changed her life so that she is the person she is today.

Sherrie Robertson was born and raised in Salt Lake City, Utah. She graduated from the University of Utah with a Bachelor’s Degree in Elementary Education. She worked 40 years in the profession as 32 of those years were in the classroom.

Sherrie has always loved children and animals. For the past thirty years she has been involved with citizen groups and Salt Lake County representatives, trying to establish the Nature Education Center and raise the funding needed to build the orientation facility in Dimple Dell Regional Park, owned by Salt Lake County. She has served on the county’s advisory board and also held the appointed position of President of the Sandy Education Foundation.

She is the mother of two wonderful children and now enjoys being a grandmother.

It was especially fun for her to write this book because horses have always been a big part of her life and she loves sharing horse stories with friends.

Once one of her students asked her, “Is it harder to teach second grade or train horses?” Her answer was truthful.“It’s the same.”

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48 pages, 5.5" x 8.5"
ISBN: 978-1-61170-265-1

A Horse Trilogy

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Table of Contents

Sally And Me

Holly Too

Hanna Makes Three

Excerpt from Sally And Me.

. . . On Easter morning in 1977 I received a phone call from Francisco telling me to get my butt out to the barn. We were going to look at a couple of horses. Our search took us to Draper Arena where there was quite a bit of activity for an early holiday morning. There were two horses for sale. The first was a powerful gelding. Just looking at him made me a little nervous. The second was a little red roan mare that had been under fed and overly worked. She was only 15 hands high but she had a sweet refined head with big doe eyes. As I looked in on her standing there, something stirred way down deep in my soul. I had just met my life long partner, the one that would have more influence in shaping my life than any other being on earth. Naturally, Francisco’s advise was that I didn’t want a mare because they go into season and they’re rather ornery. Hey, I had no problem with that. I could identify with mood swings. I knew deep down he wanted me to pick Sally. Francisco made the deal and I purchased my little 5 year old mare, Sally, for $600, with the promise that her quarter horse papers would follow shortly. Unfortunately, there are a number of “Horse Traders” in this world and I had just met one. Sally’s registration papers would never come.

After she was delivered to Francisco’s stable, Sally’s life improved considerably. She was only ridden once a day, and she received more food and better veterinary care. She also got new corrective shoes. When she started look’in better, she started feel’in better and that’s when she decided that I needed to learn a couple of things. All of a sudden, my sweet horse started kicking up her rump whenever we loped. I thought she was trying to buck me off. That was all I needed to put me under, another failure. When I went to Francisco, crying, he set me straight, “She doesn’t like the way you ride!” I can still remember the day that I finally caught on. I started moving with her instead of against her. Now we were ready to make some real progress. I felt confident enough to take Sally on our first trail ride. Everything went well except for a little problem when we tried to jump a ditch. I panicked and pulled up on the reins causing Sally to lose her balance and almost fall in. She prevented anything like that from ever happening again by simply never jumping with me on her back. I actually thought she couldn’t jump until I saw her sail over a couple of small fences with Francisco. Despite it all things turned out quite well because I never was that keen on jumping. I was satisfied to just step over everything.

It was only natural that Sally and I took the path to the show ring. All our associates at the barn were training for various competitions. I decided I could only afford one event to enter and I picked Western Pleasure. There was a lot Sally and I had to learn before we were ready to enter the show ring and compete. I had to learn the correct posture and how to hold steady while cueing Sally to make smooth transitions from walk to trot and lope. She also learned to back without opening her mouth, throwing her head or swishing her tail.

Francisco started schooling Sally and I in the art of Western Pleasure. He had his own terminology while instructing his students, but unfortunately I did not understand what he was telling me to do. One particular day during our lesson, Sally was loping around the arena when Francisco told me to throw my reins away. He was actually telling me to give the horse a loose rein, but I interpreted his words literally and threw the reins off to the side and let go of them. I grabbed the saddle horn and continued to sit on Sally as she loped along dragging her reins. By this time Francisco’s voice was ringing in my ear. He was shouting those four words I would hear time and time again. “GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER!”

Our first show was a practice show, one for fun. I didn’t have the clothes or equipment required at breed shows and Sally did not look anything like a show horse. I had blobs of mud on my boots and Sally had mud squished all over her feet and legs. The good thing about our appearance was that Sally had put on a little weight, I lost a little weight and we both had strengthened our muscles. We weren’t looking too bad as we entered our first show ring, even with the blobs of mud. There were 35 horses in that class and I was so nervous I couldn’t move. Francisco watched from the other side of the rail and every time we passed he would give us some strong suggestions on how to improve. I was as stiff as a board, sort of paralyzed, Sally did a better job than I did. To everyone’s surprise we won 3rd place. My ecstasy was soon dashed when Francisco analyzed my performance in less than flattering terms. He uttered the four little familiar words about getting something of mine together!

Nevertheless, I had been bitten by the show bug and now it was time to get professional . . .

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