The entire Mittleider Eventing community will feel the loss
of these two icons for a while. These were my war horses. From Advanced level eventing, my first show jumping mini Prix, to teaching countless lessons to all levels of riders, these two did it with heart and kindness.
Here's Awesome first came into my life as a wild 6 yr old OTTB. It took a full year of retraining before we even attempted our first time off property. Our first show together was a one day that I can remember vividly, and not from fondness. After that wild day, something clicked in his brain, and he became one of the most gentle and consistent show horse I had the pleasure of producing. We survived and rehabbed from a trailer accident together. He became my second horse to produce from square one to advance, all the while teaching cross rail lessons on the side.
He just was that sweet tempered, and I could trust him with whomever I put on him. He was competed by 4 other people towards the twilight part of his eventing career. Ranging from beginner novice to the training 3 day.
Piccolo came to us as an established show jumper that was recovering from a freak pasture accident. He was big, he was HOT, and boy could he jump. We took our time getting him strong and fit again, and he paid us back much more than we expected of him. Jumping this horse was one of the most exhilarating fee
lings you could imagine. It didn't matter from 2'0 to 5', it was like riding an explosion of power from the ground.He was never easy on the flat, but if you figured him out (don't pull!) he was beautiful and could lay down a 24 in the days sub 30s was not common.
I can not tell you how many eventing careers, confidence boosters, first horse riding lesson, first jumps, lunge line lessons, competition partners, best friend, teammate, that these horses were to their people. They weren't just mine... They were that special horse for lots of people, which to me, says just how special they were.
They weren't a one person horse. They weren't that difficult only a select few could ride. They were everyone's horses. They looked at their students as their duty to produce to how they thought a rider should be, and for that I am in their debt.
Thank you my wonderful boys.
We will miss you.