Wednesday, September 26, 2007
When I retired the Gray Monster from racing for the fourth time, I knew it was the last time. She was out of conditions and I knew if I ran her for $10K she’d be claimed. I’d be inconsolable. In fact, Sweeney, the trainer stabled next to me at Bowie asked me not to do that because he’d hate to have to move out of the barn. He just wouldn’t be able to stand being stabled next to me should I lose that girl. I had failed to retire her the times before because although she loved the farm, after a certain amount of time she expected to work. She loves her job as a racehorse and has a very good work ethic. This time was going to be different. I was going to get her a job. But what kind of job? What would she like to do? Well, I decided she’d like to be an eventer. No matter that I don’t know how to jump and haven’t done dressage for 20 years. I’m 45 now, oh dear. I am undeterred by this though because it’s all about the horse.