I was 10 years old and I was tired of riding my mom and step dads horses, I didn't like being told what to do. My main horse was Skip a big sorrel gelding me and my step dad shared. I outran my step dad multiple times even at State but my step dad being the critical picky person he was, always had something to say, I didn't like him to begin with and being told what to do when I was doing better than him didn't take well. I decided I wanted my own horse, since I had been riding other people's horses since I sold my pony a few years ago.
Eventually it lead my to my best friend's neighbors house. They had some horses for sale, and one was a 2 year old brown paint filly named Patty. Patty was little, skinny, pot bellied, and very malnorished. She wasn't the prettiest thing in the world, but somehow to me as a ten year old I thought she was beautiful. Her owners only fed their horses hay, and wormed them with cow wormer down their backs. Patty had long stringy red hairs coursing her coat, worm hairs. It took some convincing from me and my mom, but eventually we bought her.
It took over two hours to get her into a simple wide horse stock trailer. She had never been in a horse trailer. We took her too my step uncles house, where she was promptly wormed and put onto a good diet. The next day we tied her in cross ties where she reared and flipped over, should have been a sign. She was broke as a two year old (yeah yeah bad) I wnated to be the first one on her but my mom got on her first anyway. I rode the little mare around a round pen bareback with just a halter with a leadrope tied on for reins. We just walked and occasianly trotted in the little circles permitted, but I sat up there dreaming of what a great barrel horse she'd be one day.
Fast forward a year and a half years: Patty is 3 almost 4 years old and I'm 11 almost 12, we've just ridden around our home arena, she'd not been started on barrels and we just ride. I'm still showing my mom's mare and my step dad's gelding. Patty is being boarded for the winter at a local barn to be started on barrels. It takes four months to start the little mare on barrels, most horses are started in 30 days. Patty proved to be more stubborn than most. My mom would canter her to the barrel and stop jsut like standard training, Patty would stop and rear at the barrels. She didn't like being stopped. It took awhile but it was all figured out, Patty and me could canter the barrels successfully. We took her to her first show that spring, she spooked at alot of things. She used to duck the barrels because something behind the fence would scare her. Eventually it got worked out.
At 5 years old Patty ran through 2 wire fences because a storm freaked her out, she still has a scar on her chest. By this time my mom had divorced my ex step dad, who hated my little mare anyway. He never wanted to haul her anywhere. He thought she wasn't worth anything.
The next few years consisted of ridng and showing some. Patty did well for the most part, she became a 2nd Division horse and even got into the 1st dision a few times. We moved to a new barn and picked up a few more tricks, and she's matured alot in the past 4 years. She used to freak out at rodeos, now she walks around like there nothing. She used to buck and squel like crazy if I'd missed a day of riding her. She still does this occasionally, just not as often.
Today though Patty is 9 years old, I'm 17. We're still together, I've had other horses I've bought and sold. But I've always kept her. Patty stands at 15 hands, smaller than what she probably should have been. But due to the malnourishment she had for 2 years, it's what she is. She's a pretty horse now, she's been called the prettiest horse in the barn before. Acomplisment for a plain non flashy brown mare. She carries herself with arogance and pride, she's witchy and has more attitude than most. But she's a sweet horse too. She's still a 2D barrel horse, consistant now, she knows how to do poles, and she's been shown in jumping classes and placed before. She still occasionally rears at the barrels when stopped at them. She loads into any trailer now and backs out. She stands for the farrier, she didn't used too. There's been many times when I probably should have given up, but I never did. It's hard to explain what a pain she truly was. She's far from perfect but I plan to keep her till she's gone. Some people have looked at me and her and seen a finished barrel horse and a girl that wins with her. They think we've had it easy. I know the true story, starting with the little brown filly and a 10 year old girl who've both came along way since the day they met.