But I'm a hypocrite, and that's exactly what I did. Milo was my first horse, and when I got him, I was told he was green broke, four years old, and picked up his feet like a pro.
Nope nope nope. First mistake I made was trusting this advice instead of having them prove it. They delivered him to me for no additional cost from two hours away on New Years Day, and out bill of sale was drawn on a paper plate. I thought they were being nice- turned out, I'm assuming, that they wanted him gone. He was a skinny, depressed looking little guy, with grown out feet and some need for wormer. He ended up being an untouchable seven year old, made obvious by his teeth three months later when I got him comfortable enough to have his mouth handled. He was definitely far from green broke. He broke my uncle's fingers when he came out to do his feet. All in all, we were green and green, and we made a beautiful shade of black and blue.
Now that we've gotten some help, which I give most the credit for his success to, Milo will be turning eight on January first. He is a lesson pony for children, totes me around, and will stand there calmly as a sixty year old woman does around the world on his back. His coat and weight are up to par for his TB/Paint background, and his feet are getting there- they're still a little fragile from a lack of nutrients.
Now for a picture dump.