Thursday, May. 30, 2024

Indy And Odin, The Men Of My Dreams

If I compare all the elements, not just athleticism and ability but temperament, character, rideability and straight-up good looks, I currently have in my barn the two best horses I've ever ridden: Indy and Odin. And if they were men, I'd have a real predicament on my hands. Because they are perfect. And kind of hot.

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If I compare all the elements, not just athleticism and ability but temperament, character, rideability and straight-up good looks, I currently have in my barn the two best horses I’ve ever ridden: Indy and Odin. And if they were men, I’d have a real predicament on my hands. Because they are perfect. And kind of hot.

My mom’s Indy is an ISR gelding by Art Deco, blessed with the best Art Deco quality—big, beautiful spots. But he ain’t just a pretty face. With his previous owners, Indy—a stallion until he was 10—evented intermediate, showed Prix St. Georges and did the 4′ jumpers. He’s worldly and well-travelled, a renaissance man. He’s just wonderful to sit on, comfy, sensible but not insensitive to the aids. And he has this wonderful, gentle nature, soft and warm. He’s a good, strong man in a storm.

I’ve mentioned Odin before, as I had him in the barn to sell, and sell him I did, to one of my dearest students, Patricia. Odin is a 10-year-old Dutch cross gelding, with these amazing light brown eyes and the happiest ears; he has this way of looking like he’s smiling all the time. He has a light, laughing heart. He’s also a man of the world, having evented advanced before coming to the Dressage world. He’s a California guy, whimsical and breezy, although still a responsible adult.

Were they people, at a black tie function, Indy would come dressed in a smashing tuxedo, complete with cummerbund and bow tie, which he could tie himself with no need for a mirror. He’d be Mr. Classy elegance. Odin would wear a tux, too, but it would have the teeniest bit of a shine to it, with a skinny tie, and complete it all with a pair of Chuck Taylors. Indy would take his lady for weekend getaways to European cities, where they’d tour museums and sip espresso at chic cafes. Odin would want to hike through Costa Rica, or sail through the Caribbean, swimming with dolphins or climbing with monkeys.

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But they’d both be the kind of guys who’d open doors and hold out chairs. They’d hold my hand when crossing the street, get along with my friends and tell me I was beautiful even if I’d eaten my weight in candy corn (which has absolutely not happened this week. Nope.). They’d listen. They’d be great cooks AND do the dishes. They’d be respectful of my job and its time constraints. And they’d be snappy dressers.

In short, they’d be great boyfriends who would make every girl jealous. And even as horses, they’re the incredible kind of animals that are a pleasure, a privilege, to have in my life.

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