Justa Dream portrait in the barn

“I think I have found a horse for you, Carol,” the old horse trader and trainer, Leo, said to me. My heart jumped for joy. I had been riding and helping with chores at riding stables all through my teens and just lived for the day that I could have my own horse. Finally, my folks had said I could, and here was a beautiful young three-year-old gelding, standing in front of me. I was just enthralled.

I had wanted to have a Morgan horse for years, after reading Marguerite Henry’s book, Justin Morgan had a Horse. This horse was not a registered Morgan, but he looked like he was, and I was so happy. I called him Justa Dream, after the Justin Morgan horse in the book.

He would do whatever the old trainer wanted him to do, and he told me that he came from a woman who had owned him but was afraid of him, and couldn’t control him at all. But he felt that in time I would be able to work with him well.

Justa came home to our old barn and got lots of attention, but proved to be a very challenging horse. I don’t know how many times he bucked me off and ran away. I don’t know how many times he liked to bite at me, and people who came to visit. He also had a lot of jumping ability and would jump out of his pasture and run away. But I persisted. I’ve been told I’m stubborn. I call it persistent.

Enjoying the day in the pasture.
Enjoying the day in the pasture.

One day, when I was riding him on the dirt road nearby and he was so frisky, dancing and prancing, he threw his head back at me and he knocked one of my teeth out. Being 16 years old, I was just horrified. I was mad, I was hurt, mentally, because a 16 year old girl doesn’t like to think of herself as having lost a tooth, and I was just beside myself. I jumped off him, grabbed my tooth, slapped at him a bunch of times, and I was yelling at him. He was dancing around in his normal fashion and I took him home, took off the saddle and bridle, and locked him in his stall. Mad, I was mad. Really mad. I decided I was going to sell him.

After my trip to the dentist, I came home to see my horse. Fed him, let him out to the field, and realized that if I wanted to sell him, I had to train him well or no one would want him. I got back to the stable, and set out to saddle and start working with him again.

Extended trot...
Extended trot…

And after a session where he tried to run away with me and I pushed him on to run and run and run until he was tired and didn’t feel like running any more, we kind of did settle down to training. We did circles, we did stop, we did trots at different speeds, we did back up, we did canter in both directions of the ring, we did Figure 8’s, and we learned to back between stationary logs on the ground. Eventually he did everything quite well. Quite well.

Justa goes through his paces at show trail horse class.
Justa goes through his paces at show trail horse class.
Jumping practice... He loved to jump!
Jumping practice… He loved to jump!

The day came when I took him to a horse show. My first show with Justa Dream. It was, of course, so that I could sell him after the class. I put him in several classes. We went in and he won! Several people came up offering to buy him. But you know what? I didn’t want to sell him any more.

Going home, I was happy with my horse. He was a dream. We found that we were very happy working together, and Justa Dream would respond to the lightest movement of my finger or body in going through the commands. What also happened though, was that he was not happy with having a different person ride him. He would become very stubborn and might just back up for the whole session.

We went on many trail rides after that, and lots of shows, and Justa Dream became a show champion. In fact, he was a New England champion in his division for several years. Because he was so good at jumping out of the field, I decided to also take him in jumping classes, and he did very well there as well.

We ended up having a wonderful life together and he will always hold a very special place in my heart.

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  • […] Jeanne is an equine artist but especially a lover of Morgan horses, and the Morgan horses are the ones that I had. They took my heart very early on. And I have to give credit also to Marguerite Henry for her children’s book that I read, Justin Morgan Had A Horse. Both of these books inspired me tremendously. And after I had gotten to ride at a nearby stable where I worked in return for riding lessons, I finally saved enough money with the help of my aunt and uncle, to buy my first horse, Justa Dream. You can find a blog post about my experience with this beautiful fella here. […]

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  • Cynthia Haskell
    February 21, 2020 4:27 pm

    Good afternoon Carol: Not knowing much about blogs…I recently discovered you had another post and I read about your horse “Just a Dream”. Wow, what a great story. I assume the horse trainer you were referring to was Leo Pires from Leo’s Riding Stable on Long Plain Road in Mattapoisett?? That guy was a hoot!!! He knew my dad who fixed his telephone left and right, and he asked if he could bring me up to ride one of his horses. So he gave me this horse named Sammy Davis Jr. that only had one eye, and that horse also ran away with me, and knocked me off when he ran into a tree!!! OMG….the memories of growing up in Mattapoisett, and riding our horses down Wolf Island Road from Leo’s to North Street (near your house) are so special to me. I had to work at his place to “earn” a ride or two. LOL Thank you for posting your blog.

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    • Now I can not remember Long Plain Road Cindy
      There was a stable not far from where I lived that had horses to rent out… mostly western. There was a dirt road near us that went to that stable
      The Leo I remember was farther away… never did know his last name. Had many English horses as well as western.
      Glad you took the time to read this.
      You certainly got some wild rides…

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