Domino. Hm what can I say about this boy right her. He's that kind of horse that has his moments. He can be a real pain in the butt or the sweetest horse on the planet. Everyone says there horse is the greatest thing ever, but when I say this I truely mean it. I would not trade this horse for my life. I don't care how he acts orwhat he does it would NEVER change my mind. He sure is a little trouble maker though. The moment he has a chance to be bad he takes it. Food. You can't take that away from him or your on his kill list. While Domino had his bad days he also had his GREAT days. He's a sweet boy when he wants to be. He's really a one-peson horse, and im glad that one person is me, because I will never love a horse as much as him.
Well that's just his personality. He is black and white, with the sweetest eyes and ears that show all his expression. His mane reaches past his shoulders and that is definitely my favorite part. He loves to rub his soft brown nose all over people and get them all snotty. He may be little but everything else makes up for it.
"Penny Layyyyne!!" I call lovingly as I turn the corner around the house, spotting the beautiful young mare grazing on the sweet blades of grass. Her big blaze glints in the sun. She turns her elegant head to greet me. As I walk over to the fence, she meets me there. She follows me until I reach the gate. I unlatch the gate and throw my arms around her neck. She puts her head on my chest and closes her eyes. Her sorrel coat gleams in the sun and her huge sweet eyes glow with joy to see me. I release her from my soft grip and walk towards the tack barn, shadowed by my sweet little mare. As I enter the musty tack barn to collect her rope halter, Penny waits patiently outside.
After I gently put on her halter and turn it into a bridle, I mount up on her from the fence. She walks calmly, trying to contain her energy that has been held in throughout the day. After a nice ride, I dismount and swing the rope. She looks back at me and then takes off full speed, her muscles rippling and her copper coat glimmering. She takes a few laps around the pasture and then slows to find the perfect patch of sweet grass to continue grazing on.
I could write soppy paragraphs about how this horse is the love of my life or our great victories at shows but instead I will let you get a glimpse into what Gidji truly is.
I remember the first time I ever saw him. An old family friend kept their float on our property because they lived in town and they were tried to load Gidji. To make a long story short, I went out and helped and that's how I met this hilarious horse.
Gidji is an Australian Warmblood, and probably one of a kind. I don't know where this horse gets his personality from. He is a 16.2 bay gelding and honestly the funniest thing ever.
He likes to give you kisses as soon as your about to enter the ring in your clean jodhpurs. He likes to stop right in the middle of the road, whilst trail-riding and whinny at nothing in particular. He stares down anyone who he doesn't like and will proceed to buck and misbehave if they ride him but will let a person in fairy wings ride him all day without the slightest misbehaviour. He acts all big and tough out of his paddock, but when in his paddock, he'll let the miniature pony boss him around. He has so many little quirks that simply cannot be described in a few short paragraphs. His personality and character are so complex, entertaining and loving. He is the most honest horse and adorable horses if he likes you.
And in all my life, I don't think I've come across another horse that compares to him. He is a loving, funny boy who just likes to be there in the thick of it all. His nose must be deeply buried in whatever it is that is going on even if its not meant to be.
And white electrical fencing is no problem for him, because he is SuperPony and knows every trick in the book to get past it. Oh, this boy jumps it, he rolls underneath it, he'll push stuff onto it, you name it, he'll do anything to get past it.
And he has such charm and charisma. He impresses the judges at dressage by leaving some creative saliva patterns on their windows of their chair, and sometimes he might engrave his name on it with his teeth. Oh yes, this horse is just so creative. And he spices up dressage tests by peeing, when you salute!
But most of all, I'd say this horse is totally and completely innocent. Or he's really good at looking innocent. I swear half the time he goes 'What? I don't get why I'm not allowing to bite cars/people/cats/alpacas.' It doesn't matter what he does, its always that innocent face. And half the time, he'll run to us and show us the mischief he's created.
I'm not too sure if that really and truly captures his personality, but to me that's as close as it gets. You really have to see and ride this horse to honestly understand this talented horse's mind.
I could give you a poem, a novel, heck even a biography on my pony. He isn't an amazing show winner, he doesn't have great bloodlines. Heck, I don't even know what kind of horse he is. He isn't a smooth ride, he's not very well-trained, he over jumps, takes off, spooks, and loves to throw an attitude. He's pretty and he knows it. He is like a teenager when he doesn't get his way. He must think his name is "Whoa, Dammit!", I see myself saying that to him often.
You may ask "Why do you like him? He sounds rotten." He is, he's a spoiled brat.
We couldn't be more alike. . A true best friend, Phillip is. On a good day, I could hug him and kiss him, and ride forever. On a bad day, I could beat him senseless. When we're together, I can be myself, I can be free. We click. He amazes me. We truly are a team.
Now - he acts like a big 17 hand Warmblood, when all he is - is a 13.2 palomino. He has an amazing color, with a gorgeous blaze, and a left rear stocking. He loves to chase the goats, and kick the dogs. He's a joker.
I love my pony,with all my heart, and I will keep him forever.
And just to show my baby boy off, here he is himself, the one, the only, Prince Phillip.