01-17-2010, 11:07 AM
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]1. The Intro Horse.
My intro horse was not a horse at all, he was a white, spunky, fuzzy donkey. My grandmother got him as a gift after he tired of his guard dog job for a goat herd and started killing the goats too. My sister and I rode him in our little village parade some years, others we would just stand by the side of the road like everyone else, except sitting on a white donkey with the American flag painted on his rump. He is still at my grandmas and I still love him.
2. The Experimental Horse
Mine was a little paso fino named Magic. I got her for christmas when I was about 13 or so. She was 2 and very small and timid. When they fought her off of the trailer, we brought her home and spent around 3 or 4 hours cleaning thousands of ticks off of her(in the dead of winter, snow and ice and everything) with a box of kiltix and 4 curry combs. Poor thing was so anemic. I was the first to ride her, which turned into a hilarious disaster. She became the best little horse any one could ask for very shortly. I think it is because she was jsut so grateful to have a loving home. She passed to my sister once I was too big to ride her.
3. The Connected Horse
This was not my horse at all, but a horse that belonged to some family friends. He was kept in a bare little pasture with a tiny mule for company. Sometimes he would have hay, sometimes not. I am thinking he was a walker or saddlebred mix or something of the like. Big strawberry roan, roman nose, flagged tail, very proud and just plain beautiful. No one that owned him ever spent time with him, rarely fed him. But on days that I would go for walks I would stop and pet cuddle him for half an hour or so. I felt that we had a true bond, he would nicker everytime I would walk by or even call out the window as the car passed his lot. I remember I always wanted to ride him, I even dreamed about it a few times....
4. The Challenger
Ahhh the challenge horse. This would have to be my Ottb Molly, a huge, lanky, hard keeping ex racer. She had ruined lungs and pancake hooves when we got her, but she healed over time. She had a nasty temper and after a little riding would start bobbing her head maniacly and try to dislodge whoever was on her. She never appreciated her change of career from racing to western trail horse, and I think she truly resented us for it and made it very known...
5. Your Deepest Heart
I have been luck enough in my lifetime to have a few heart horses, ones who stirred feelings deep down in me. My first was Brandi, the arab ex-barrrel horse. Both emotionally and physically damaged from a hard life as a 16 year olds barrel racer, I took everything in me to decompress and rebuild her, bit I did it and we became thick as thieves. Next was my Qh Honey, a skinny, foundered rescue with strangles. I won't go into detail about her, I talk about her enough lol, but I miss her very much and tear up even today when I think about her, but alas, to be a kid and in no control.
And now I have Tomahawk, my true heart horse. I feel our bond every time I walk up to him and he placed his forehead against my chest and we just stand there. When he gets jealous when I play with the other horse and runs around bucking and stomping and squealing until I call him and then just trots up to me happy as a clam and puts his chin in my hand. I hope I never have to part with him, I hope I have himuntil he is old and stiff and can jus shuffle up throught the pasture to greet me.