Kristen Recalls her 1st Trakehner . . .

Once I stopped laughing and wiped my eyes, I finally entered Kristen’s 2nd blog installment, featuring a look back her first Trakehner. . .

2001: I once again find myself holding up traffic in the dressage arena with sand in my eyes, sand in my mouth, and sand in my boots. The barn owner comes over to me, as I lay looking up at the indoor lights, and with his fierce punchy accent he mouths off something in German. “What does that mean?” I ask. “Save us from the storm, save us from the rain, and save us from the horses of Trakehnen”. He then puts his hands up over his head mimicking antlers and says in a Bullwinkle voice, “stupid Trakehner.”