I ride a brilliant Walking Horse named Missy. She's a pure black, 14.2 hand beauty who doesn't look a day over 10. She's 21 years old. She was born in Tennessee and sold as a yearling to a couple who trail rode her for many years. She was a part-time brood mare and a trail beast with the heart of an endurance horse.
Even in her present condition of obesity, she goes like there's fire up her butt. She has no self preservation and tons of spirit. She would literally run herself to death if we let her. But if we did let her run herself to death, she would die a happy horse.
She bowed a tendon last winter. If she hadn't, I would have bought her and used her as a CTR horse. I may still use her as a CTR horse, because her owner says she'll start to deteriorate if she isn't given something to do. She loves to be ridden -- honestly. She walks up to you in the pasture and parks out. She tries to put the bridle on herself! She's an amazing old girl.