This is the story of how I came to have my horse lucky, and I really wanted to share it with you. I will post regular updates on his progress as well, also this is written from Luckys point of view!
Hello my name Is lucky I am a 13.3 chestnut Welsh pony X arab gelding. I love the freedom of racing around the fields with my new herd and I love when my owner comes and treats me with sugar lumps. I wasnt always this happy, I was born and raised by a local breeder and life was good until I had to leave my mother. I was bought by a group of travelling gypsy's who handled me roughly and fed me little. I spent most of the time tied up in a bare fied by a main road with only around 1 meter space, what little attention I did get usually ended with me getting beaten and kicked for 'misbehaving' when really I just didnt understand what was being asked of me. This was my day to day life for god knows how long until finally I became so underweight I could barely stand, my muscles ached and my wounds stung. Finally my owners got so fed up with me that I was sold to slaughter, the place every horse dreads. Thankfully I was bought for a mere £35 by a local man who I think, bought me because he pitied my awful state. After being moved to a new, quiet, comfortable stable I was slowly nursed back to strength by the man and a girl. I grew to trust my people and like being handled I grow more confident every day! That about brings us to now, lounging around the fields with my stablemates and having all I want to eat.
Life is good now!