So I've had a rough year where I was in hospital as I had surgery on my spine. I wasnt allowed to ride for 9 months and when I was finally allowed to ride my riding instructor had left the pony club and a new lady had taken over and she doesnt want me injuring my back so does not allow me to ride much out there even though I have 3 doctors, 1 being my specialist, saying I can fully ride again. But anyway, its been difficult and we decided to buy a horse for me as horse riding has always been everything to me and not being allowed to ride...well it broke my heart.
So we looked here and there before we one day went into the tack shop and my friends mum works there and she said she may have a horse for sale and that shed drop into my house to talk about it after work.
She came after work, asked me some questions about how I ride, what I want to do etc and said she has a brown horse for sale...and that is where my story begins.
We went and saw him, got told hes 6 year old, unraced, was too slow to even be tried and when we saw him, he was gorgeous! I didnt think it would be him who was for sale but it was and we agreed to try him out, he was so slow and steady I found myself smitten straight away and so a few weeks later we purchased him and ever since we've been fighting everyone about his height and age. He has such a heart of gold and has never done anything wrong or tried to intentionally hurt me that it pains me that people hate him and 'dog' about him to others. Hes so amazing to me and I feel so close to him and sure, we still have alot to teach eachother, but the fact they are judging him makes me sad. Its incredibly immature, one of my close friends told me to sell him and get a 20 year old 14hh horse. So I made this awhile back because i was really upset but wanted to show you it coz i think its a beautiful photo of him.
I also thought I'd share this photo of me riding him out there as he looks quite good in this photo.
What Im trying to say here is never judge a book by its cover, or in this case its age and height.
Here are some photos from the day I took him to the pony club...when everyone came up and judged him :/
^u can see the cut on his leg he got fromm the faulty float we borrowed... he had 3 other bloody cuts that had to be cleaned and looked after quite alot