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-Show: Dressage at Devon 2017 Class List
-Horse name and reference: WRR Intoxicated, On the Floor
-Handler: Tristan Ennerstone
-Class: FEI Jog
-Stable: Western RidgeRunner
-Extra image: For those who are interested to see how Jarin's jog went: Beauty and the Drunken Duck Entry: Knock 'Em Dead... Ish Extra Image: Tristan did NOT say...
-Placing: N/A
-Extra Details: N/A

Story
32 degrees celcius. It was too hot. Far far far too hot. And somehow, Tristan was meant to be able to effectively show his horse, actually jog around an arena, and all without overheating. He was from coastal Scotland for heavens sakes! This was vastly above his comfort zone. And dressed in all black, a relatively heavy suit, he was confident that this was the most miserable he could possibly be. Oh God. He stood off, in the warm-up ring, stood in the shade, waiting to be able to take Angus in for his jog. This was one of the stallion's first major shows, and Tristan made sure to stay close to him, keeping a reassuring hand on him. He knew the stallion tended to be fairly easily overwhelmed by a mass of people, and eh really didn't want him to freak out and spook in the arena, most probably dragging Tristan around with him if he gave him the opportunity to do so...
Tstan really didn't want that.
He already felt pretty damn awful courtesy of the mad heat. Not to mention the fact he would have his student, Jarin going later, with Abalone. At least Abe was a reliable horse as far as jogs went, for as far as Tristan was aware with him anyway... he'd personally trained that horse, just as he had doe with Angus, and so they would see how both horses did... if anything, Jarin would be the affecting factor, if things were ever going to go wrong, it would be Jarin... but Tristan had faith. It would all be ok.
And so, he returned his thoughts back to Angus, who was stood at the side of him, looking around a little uncertainly, his ears flicked forward and head up a little, alert and getting a good look at the wider arena that Tristan had him stood near, ready for the jog, and preparing him for the large arena. "Good boy, it'll be alright." He murmured to him gently, scratching the sweet spot just under his shoulder.
"Intoxicated, On the Floor, Seven Year Old Beaurever Stallion, handled, trained and owned by Mr. Tristan Ennerstone."
"Alright, come on, let's go." He gave the Beaurever a light tug and they both set into motion into the ring, the stallion getting a good look around. Tristan wasn't in a major rush, they just needed to make sure that Angus wasn't lame, which he most certainly was not. He stepped forward into a light jog after Angus had had a few moments to look around, the stallion stepped forward into a gorgeous high stepping trot, moving along smoothly and elegantly. Absolutely no signs of lameness in any of his movement, his head arched over thanks to Tristan's training, but certainly it wasn't uncomfortable for the stallion by any means, and these days, he just moved into it naturally.
Angus had certainly been one of the better 'gifts' from Jarin. Thanks to Jarin's slightly questionable monetary situation, Tristan had ended up with the pretty silver seal bay, and he wasn't regretful of that fact. He was friendly and elegant, even if he did have a tendency to be a little bit spooky, he was by no means the smartest horse that Tristan had come across, but he was obedient, and once he had learned something, it stuck with him, which was by all means a positive. He just hoped this jog would end soon...
The sooner this was over, the sooner he could get out of these heavy clothes... the happier he would be. And then he could go and watch Jarin's jog, and hopefully all would go well there too...

(612 words)

Horse referenced from my own mass of stock
Tristan/Angus - Saoradh
Jarin/Abe - Drasayer

Description

-Show: Dressage at Devon 2017 Class List
-Horse name and reference: WRR Intoxicated, On the Floor
-Handler: Tristan Ennerstone
-Class: FEI Jog
-Stable: Western RidgeRunner
-Extra image: For those who are interested to see how Jarin's jog went: Beauty and the Drunken Duck Entry: Knock 'Em Dead... Ish Extra Image: Tristan did NOT say...
-Placing: N/A
-Extra Details: N/A

Story
32 degrees celcius. It was too hot. Far far far too hot. And somehow, Tristan was meant to be able to effectively show his horse, actually jog around an arena, and all without overheating. He was from coastal Scotland for heavens sakes! This was vastly above his comfort zone. And dressed in all black, a relatively heavy suit, he was confident that this was the most miserable he could possibly be. Oh God. He stood off, in the warm-up ring, stood in the shade, waiting to be able to take Angus in for his jog. This was one of the stallion's first major shows, and Tristan made sure to stay close to him, keeping a reassuring hand on him. He knew the stallion tended to be fairly easily overwhelmed by a mass of people, and eh really didn't want him to freak out and spook in the arena, most probably dragging Tristan around with him if he gave him the opportunity to do so...
Tstan really didn't want that.
He already felt pretty damn awful courtesy of the mad heat. Not to mention the fact he would have his student, Jarin going later, with Abalone. At least Abe was a reliable horse as far as jogs went, for as far as Tristan was aware with him anyway... he'd personally trained that horse, just as he had doe with Angus, and so they would see how both horses did... if anything, Jarin would be the affecting factor, if things were ever going to go wrong, it would be Jarin... but Tristan had faith. It would all be ok.
And so, he returned his thoughts back to Angus, who was stood at the side of him, looking around a little uncertainly, his ears flicked forward and head up a little, alert and getting a good look at the wider arena that Tristan had him stood near, ready for the jog, and preparing him for the large arena. "Good boy, it'll be alright." He murmured to him gently, scratching the sweet spot just under his shoulder.
"Intoxicated, On the Floor, Seven Year Old Beaurever Stallion, handled, trained and owned by Mr. Tristan Ennerstone."
"Alright, come on, let's go." He gave the Beaurever a light tug and they both set into motion into the ring, the stallion getting a good look around. Tristan wasn't in a major rush, they just needed to make sure that Angus wasn't lame, which he most certainly was not. He stepped forward into a light jog after Angus had had a few moments to look around, the stallion stepped forward into a gorgeous high stepping trot, moving along smoothly and elegantly. Absolutely no signs of lameness in any of his movement, his head arched over thanks to Tristan's training, but certainly it wasn't uncomfortable for the stallion by any means, and these days, he just moved into it naturally.
Angus had certainly been one of the better 'gifts' from Jarin. Thanks to Jarin's slightly questionable monetary situation, Tristan had ended up with the pretty silver seal bay, and he wasn't regretful of that fact. He was friendly and elegant, even if he did have a tendency to be a little bit spooky, he was by no means the smartest horse that Tristan had come across, but he was obedient, and once he had learned something, it stuck with him, which was by all means a positive. He just hoped this jog would end soon...
The sooner this was over, the sooner he could get out of these heavy clothes... the happier he would be. And then he could go and watch Jarin's jog, and hopefully all would go well there too...

(612 words)

Horse referenced from my own mass of stock
Tristan/Angus - Saoradh
Jarin/Abe - Drasayer