I will not acknowledge you by using your name. I don’t think you deserve to be acknowledged at all. I am writing this simply because I want to say, thank you.

Yesterday, while I was waiting for my under saddle round, you, without reason, walked up to me and my horse just so you could call him ugly. Truthfully, I will never say my horse is the prettiest horse out there, but he is beautiful to me.

You scoffed when I told you I pulled him out of a field, that I bought him as a two-year-old. Where else was he supposed to be? I didn’t buy him because he was pretty, I bought him because he was the right horse for me. He is smart and kind, he gives me his absolute best every single time I’m on him. He is only three years old and he is the best show horse I have had as of yet.

So thank you. Thank you for making me stop and take the time to actually think about how wonderful my backyard-bred, draft-cross is. Thank you for making me realize how incredible my trainer and my barn are, simply because she, or anyone else I ride with, would never think to say something even remotely like that.

I get it; to you, this sport is about nothing more than appearances, which is more sad to me than anything, because it is so much more.


You may see this letter, you may not. If you do, I want you to know the only “ugly” part of my entire day was having to listen to the unwarranted comments you, a 40-something-year-old trainer, made to me, a 20-year-old amateur, and her 3-year-old Clydesdale/Appaloosa. (Sidenote: we won the under saddle class.)

I am so proud of my Argonaut.