Post by apart on Oct 6, 2016 12:46:00 GMT -5
Grisaille with jockey Bridget
The chilly October afternoon seemed an odd time for celebration, but Bridget certainly was in a great mood. It seemed odd enough, considering that Grisaille hadn't been able to compete in the October Maiden. The filly had been as well-prepared as she'd ever be, until she walked out of her stable with a limp on the morning of the race. Bridget didn't regret the decision not to race Grisaille, despite all the preparation the pair had put in. After all, there would be other races. A period of time in the pasture appeared to have resolved the limp, and even the veterinarian who had come a few days ago to examine Grisaille, and the newly imported colts, had found no fault with her feet and her movement. No fractures or other injuries were found in the leg that had been affected so, much to her delight, Bridget was able to begin training Grisaille again. She could sense that the filly was equally enthusiastic to be back on the racetrack.
Grisaille didn't need much prompting from Bridget. After waiting, with more than a little impatience, for the training to begin, the filly shot out of the gate. As excited as Bridget was to be riding Grisaille again, she knew that grey filly would quickly wear herself out if allowed to remain at such a speed. The jockey held the filly at a measured pace. Grisaille complied to her rider without much protest, and, for Bridget at least, the furlongs seemed to be rushing by. A final dash covered up the last of the distance, and it was with regret that Bridget brought Grisaille to a halt. Bridget led the filly back to the barn at a slow walk, praising the young horse for her performance. Success would take its own sweet time- and that was alright with Bridget.
The chilly October afternoon seemed an odd time for celebration, but Bridget certainly was in a great mood. It seemed odd enough, considering that Grisaille hadn't been able to compete in the October Maiden. The filly had been as well-prepared as she'd ever be, until she walked out of her stable with a limp on the morning of the race. Bridget didn't regret the decision not to race Grisaille, despite all the preparation the pair had put in. After all, there would be other races. A period of time in the pasture appeared to have resolved the limp, and even the veterinarian who had come a few days ago to examine Grisaille, and the newly imported colts, had found no fault with her feet and her movement. No fractures or other injuries were found in the leg that had been affected so, much to her delight, Bridget was able to begin training Grisaille again. She could sense that the filly was equally enthusiastic to be back on the racetrack.
Grisaille didn't need much prompting from Bridget. After waiting, with more than a little impatience, for the training to begin, the filly shot out of the gate. As excited as Bridget was to be riding Grisaille again, she knew that grey filly would quickly wear herself out if allowed to remain at such a speed. The jockey held the filly at a measured pace. Grisaille complied to her rider without much protest, and, for Bridget at least, the furlongs seemed to be rushing by. A final dash covered up the last of the distance, and it was with regret that Bridget brought Grisaille to a halt. Bridget led the filly back to the barn at a slow walk, praising the young horse for her performance. Success would take its own sweet time- and that was alright with Bridget.