First, we need to meet Inigo. Inigo is a three-year-old Rheinland Pfalz Saar gelding. This means "fancy German horse" for those of you who are unfamiliar with the language. Actually I have no idea what it means but I have finally learned to pronounce it so that's a start. Inigo was orphaned at birth so
I have ridden Inigo about six times now. If I had been blogging all along I would know the exact count... but it's somewhere around there. He is a half-brother to Isabelle but is nothing like her under saddle. Isabelle is hot and sensitive and forward, and Inigo is dull and slow. Today was the first time I rode Inigo in the arena with other horses. Sarah was hacking Phoebe for me and Jordyn was on her horse, Fly. Inigo was very good, although a little more explosive than usual. Whether this was due to the horses passing him, the cooler weather, or the fact that he hasn't been turned out in a while, I don't really know. We did some accidental cantering and some little bucks, but nothing too bad. He is actually a little off on his front left which is somewhat worrisome. He is a little thrushy so it may just be that, but it's kind of scary when a young warmblood comes up sore because the first thing your mind jumps to is OCD. I'll have to keep an eye on it.

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