Today was Tuesday. I had been with Golden Light Show Horses for a week now. I mainly had been turned out in my pasture or in my stall being grained. I think Sophie wanted me to get used to being here. So far, the only work I had done was some longing in the round pen, but Sophie had other plans today. A few days ago she had a saddle fitter come. He found a perfect fitting all purpose saddle for me. And Sophie also made me try on a whole bunch of beautiful tack. She pampered me, grooming me till I shined and treating me like the princess I was. Today she came in, groomed me, braided my tail, and brought in my saddle and navy blue saddle pad. I just realized, my tack matched her outfit, and her blond hair was braided just like my tail. She gently set the saddle pad and fluffy back pad on the curve of my back. Then she placed the saddle down on top and slowly made the girth tight, but still loose. She took the reins of my bridle and moved the bit towards my mouth, I took the bit easily eager to work. Then she held the cheekpeice of my bridle and led me to the round pen. She picked up her black longe whip and clucked me to once my delicate legs were warmed up she said "Canter" and I picked up a long, smooth, ground eating canter. After a few laps she let me walk and set up some black plastic jump blocks. Then she grabbed some white and black striped poles. With the she set up a small cross rail, only twelve inches tall. I was still walking around watching her, avoiding the section of the round pen where she was setting up the jump. She walked toward me. "Oh, Key key, your going to go jump." She unclipped the longeline and within seconds I was trotting around the pen. I started to go slower than before. The energy from stall rest evaporated in the heat. I slowly trotted over the jump and then Sophie called out, "Canter." I cantered around the pen back towards the jump, I collected myself and tucked my legs up. I soared over the jump. I did it four more times, I enjoyed this. Sophie brought me to a trot,then a walk and cooled me out. She she picked up the discarded longeline and clipped it on my bit. I was led to the wash stall and the sweat and dirt was scrubbed off of my silky soft coat til I sparkled again. Then I was turned out into a small, emerald green paddock bursting with the new spring grass. I could get used to this. I sighed, laid down in the cool grass and slept.