One fine day, when love was in the air. An eight month old Missouri Fox Trotter colt got a little fancy with a sweet little yearling Tennessee Walking Horse filly. The colt was a pretty black going gray at a reasonable rate. The filly was a black and white Tobiano, with a dainty dished face. Both fine, papered stock.
Eleven months later, surprise! A sweet little black and white colt came to be, all legs and spunky. Like his mother, he was all about people, and being around people, and standing by people, and following people. A sweet darling of a colt.
Having been wanting a foal, particularly a black and white Tobiano, I was rather smitten by the youngster. I inquired on him and seriously put to thought purchasing the little bundle of joy.
Some time passed, and it was a while until I could visit again. In this time he had grown into an adorable little yearling, full of joy and rainbows. I looked him over, haltered and lead him, picked up his feet and evaluated his conformation. He has a pretty head, broad between the eyes, good straight legs, and will most certainly be rather tall.
A month or two passed again, and it came time to geld the spunky youngster. The procedure went without a hitch and he happily chowed his dinner down.
Again, time passed, and winter did it's time.
March came to be and I finally went to visit my dear little gelding, now a just-turned-two year old.
Dubbed 'Squeaker', for his little size and squeaky whinny. I knew he would be tall, but I didn't think he would put on a great deal of mass.
Well, he's certainly not a Squeaker anymore!
Not only did his grow (standing at LEAST 14hh, if not 14.2hh), he's massive. His legs are thick boned, with short, strong cannons. His hip is huge, and his overall size is mind boggling. He's not just going to be tall, he's going to be a behemoth.
Naturally, I dragged my dad over, introduced him to his New and Future Mount and he in turn inquired.
".... what on earth did you buy?!"
I have no idea what I'm going to call him now!
I have a (bad) picture of his dam, none of his sire but I'll try to get some. I'll snare some of his granddam on his sire's side as well. Snag his grandsires name (on his dams side) and perhaps get a picture of him as well. I got to find out where this size and height comes from, it's almost unnatural.
This is his dam, you really can't appreciate her pretty head. I gotta ask why she has that halter on next time I'm out, she's such a darling I wouldn't know why they keep her haltered.
Anyways! Guessing her to be around 15hh, would have matured around 15.2 (guessing) if she hadn't gotten preggers:
And his grandsire (15hh) on his sire's side (Loki and Red's sire):
And Former-Squeaker himself, at about a year and three months. I could EASILY lean over him then. Now I'm barely a head above his withers, in boots. I stand 5'5.