Meet the Streets, part two

Next up is Buttercup. She's turning six tomorrow and just had her first horse show this past Sunday. (Notice braids and show attire ... also a very proud husband)



Notice my bad habit? I acquired this habit in the last year or so. To get into two-point, instead of dropping my heels and closing my hip angle, I push down on my toes like I'm standing on the stirrups. That may be a little too technical for my non-horsey friends and relative but basically all you need to know is that I need money for lessons (seriously, send money for lessons).

Anyway, Buttercup (show name: As You Wish) belonged to my friend Tara since birth. I broke the filly for Tara and really liked her, and for a while we had an arrangement where I worked with Buttercup and Tara paid the board. I know, I know ... I deliberately ripped my friend off (just kidding Tara, it was a hell of a deal -- you broke my balls over that one, haha).

Last year, I decided to bite the bullet and buy that little mare, and I haven't regretted it since. Although, I think Hubby Street (aka "One Way") might. Personally I think she is his least favorite, but not because she isn't incredibly cute (which she is) but because she takes my time away from him (he is too sweet). But, he knows she makes me happy and he endures her presence, and even helped me with the horse show this weekend.

One Way doesn't ever ride her, if he can help it. Though he did hop on at the show -- which he looked very cute with his long legs dangling at her knees ... wish I had a picture of that!



Buttercup is a palomino paint (hard to tell since she's been clipped!) and was originally just going to be my trail horse. She has shown a lot of promise over fences and I might look into a career in hunter jumpers for her. But I'll leave that up to her. Her first show went very well, no big incidents to report. She performed her best and didn't try anything "silly." I'm so proud of her ... now, all I need is some lessons to regain the glory of my youth ...