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Dec 7 08 9:21 AM
warthog wrote: First a hackney shetland silver dapple pony, then an Arabian - grey or chestnut, then a cream buckskin paso fino who can run like the wind. Guess which one I got?
Dec 7 08 9:27 AM
fallenupright wrote: Her name was Sweetie, she was a 14.1hh registered QH, but I don't recall her registered name. She'd shown Western pleasure, or else been really well schooled in it, but the barn owner found her at an auction really cheap. Tiny sour ex show horses who are not breeding sound didn't sell back then either. She broke off the barn door the day she arrived - someone tied her to it. I begged to ride her, the man was hesitant... she wasn't proving to be the best. Went out for a trail with my friends, the other two horses bolted, Sweetie w tried, but came back well in hand when I asked. I caught her by running up to the round bale flapping my arms and yelling - when I was done, she'd be calmly eating alone, the rest of the horses would have scattered. I rode her bareback in a halter and lead snapped to the middle (not even done up like reins), and I could make her spin, canter from a standing start... anything. I rode her english, jumped her... raced her against friends horses. Looped my reins across the horn and galloped her with my arms out like an aeroplane, laughing into the wind. She wasn't for sale, not for any price I could afford. You could put tiny kids on her, she was the best schooled horse on the property (a trail riding business) and she was sound. She, I hear, started to get arthritis in her early 20's and was sold to a woman who took her and loved her and gave her a semi retirement home. Which, is a much better fate than most of those horses... as they were sold at auction and I've heard nothing of them since. I'm sure at least a few went to meat, the lame and the old She was my dream horse. Guess she still is.
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Dec 7 08 9:29 AM
Growing up it was the black stallion, I rode my poor arab with nothing on him in the pasture for months. I still don't know why he didn't kill me! What a rush it was to canter (in my mind a gallop) doing that arms out thing. Next it was Wing Commander, he was just the most beautiful Saddlebred ever to me. My Father bought me a Wing Commander grandson for my high school graduation present... Then I grew up and went through some injuries and having a child, I slowed down and bought my dream boy Norman, aka Quickstar NKS. Here he is after winning champion JR Western Pleasure at New England. Now my dream horse is Santa Fe Renegade, he is just gorgeous and throws such beautiful foals, one of them is in my trainer's barn. Here is the horse from my trainer's Artful Image, she won the three year old wp at OKC this year..if I had the money I would buy her in a heartbeat. She's only going to get better.
Natty Bumppo wrote:
i am always amazed that people feel the need to ask if roaching is the answer. roaching is never the answer. never. not even if your horse's mane is on fire and the only way to put it out is to cut it off. it'd look better singed off from an out of control fire than from being roached. the end.
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Dec 7 08 9:44 AM
Our family has always had horses, so when I came along, I think I just rode with a grown-up. When I was 5, Grandpa bought me a beautiful little black pony. I was quiet and gentle. She ate children for lunch. I ended up riding Grandpa's horse (see photo). He died suddenly when I was 11. Grandpa decided I needed a horse of my own. My cousin was running his 2-year-olds on our place, so Grandpa told me to spend the summer deciding which one I wanted. I chose the most beautiful horse in the whole, wide world. She was a grulla with a big star. She would leave all of the other horses to stay with me. We LOVED each other. Come the end of the summer, Grandpa said I couldn't have her because she had warts. I am still crushed. Therefore, a grulla QH is my dreamhorse.
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Dec 7 08 9:48 AM
htobago wrote: soshorses wrote: I had dreams when I was a child that were so vivid I would wake up and look out the window just sure I would see her. Eight years ago I walked through the door of a friends barn and there she was. I am so lucky because I found my dream horse literally. This is Misty Gosh - how wonderful to find your exact dream-horse like that! Must have been an incredible moment when you first saw her in that barn!
soshorses wrote: I had dreams when I was a child that were so vivid I would wake up and look out the window just sure I would see her. Eight years ago I walked through the door of a friends barn and there she was. I am so lucky because I found my dream horse literally. This is Misty
Life is not about how hard you hit. It is about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward.
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Dec 7 08 10:16 AM
I always wanted a big, bold, stocky palomino, didn't matter the gender. Took me over 40 years to find my "dream" horse and I actually found her on dreamhorse.com, lol.
This is the pic that told me I had to have her no matter what so I cashed in a part of my retirement savings and brought her home. I didn't care if she was green or a veteran, it was just one of those things I didn't seem to have an alternative about, she was going to be mine.
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buckdoff wrote: Wow, sunridge, that's great, That must have been such a thrill, finding the descendant.
Me and Echo 2004. Sorry for all pictures but it's a lifetime story.
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