04-15-2010, 01:16 AM
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My first dream horse was a pretty palomino reiner named Kimmy down at my trainers. See, I've been with my trainer since the day I was born so I know her like a non-biological other-mother, sort of.
But when I turned four we brought home Jester, and he was three at the time. Already started and just ha to be finished He was a stud colt so Mom and Toni were like "OHMYGOD she could never ride him!"
-snort- I proved them wrong, didn't I? The moment they left me alone I ran into his stall and climbed onto the fence and sat on him. And he just stood there, looked at me, and went back to eating. Then I crawled up his neck and played pilot with his ears. That was my first concious memory, is playing with Jester's ears in his stall at Toni's. Mom and Toni were absolutely furious with me for that, but after a few more tries I managed to convince them to let me learn on him. They never let any other horses nearby, but I swear Jester is the gentlest horse you will ever see, even as a stud. So as we both grew up we became more competitive. He becme a finished reining cow horse and when I was old enough I started teaching him barrels with Toni helping. Then after that I got a Jumping saddle for my birthday and we progressed to that. And then following, Dressage. Granted I don't use all those skills at once and I'm sure he's forgotten most of the Dressage training he's had, but he's certainly done it all and I certainly learned everything from him.
I've even been in an issue of the Cascade Horseman on him. It was an article titled "Choosing your childs first horse."
So yeah....I have my dreamhorse. He may be getting older, and he may be lame now but he's still mine and he always will be mine because he's the one who taught me everything.