| About Susan Bowland, "The Horse Teacher |
This is the page I like least of all. My whole horse
career has been about my clients and helping them
work with their horses - not about me and what I
could do.... But enough of you have asked about my
background, so here it is in a nutshell.
career has been about my clients and helping them
work with their horses - not about me and what I
could do.... But enough of you have asked about my
background, so here it is in a nutshell.
| College Graduation 1976 |
I was not born into a horse family. As a "service kid", we moved alot,
and a horse was just not in the budget. My first horse memory was on
a rental pony named Sparkplug on a family vacation somewhere in
New Mexico. I think I was about 4 years old. All I really remember was
that Sparkplug was a black and white pinto and I loved making her
trot.... much to the dismay (and my delight) of my older brother who
was terrified when his pony Midnight would try to keep up! Funny
thing, I now own 2 black and white Paints.
Throughout my growing up years, I took riding lessons whenever I
could and hounded the rental stables wherever I could find them. Most
of this time was on the East coast, and English riding was how I got
started. I'm sure my parents thought this horse-craziness was a phase
I'd outgrow. I even tried, "If I don't get a horse for Christmas, I don't
want anything!" Well, all I got were school clothes. Never did that
again.
and a horse was just not in the budget. My first horse memory was on
a rental pony named Sparkplug on a family vacation somewhere in
New Mexico. I think I was about 4 years old. All I really remember was
that Sparkplug was a black and white pinto and I loved making her
trot.... much to the dismay (and my delight) of my older brother who
was terrified when his pony Midnight would try to keep up! Funny
thing, I now own 2 black and white Paints.
Throughout my growing up years, I took riding lessons whenever I
could and hounded the rental stables wherever I could find them. Most
of this time was on the East coast, and English riding was how I got
started. I'm sure my parents thought this horse-craziness was a phase
I'd outgrow. I even tried, "If I don't get a horse for Christmas, I don't
want anything!" Well, all I got were school clothes. Never did that
again.
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| Waiting For My Lesson |
| Returning From A Trail Ride on Juniper |