For me, there are a lot of things I would have wished my mare was but then when I really think about the big picture, if she were any different she wouldn't be as great, you know?
Another factor is that I didn't really get to choose my horse. I had never thought I would have a horse before I was 50 or so, so getting a horse was not on my mind at all. Basically, my trainer, at the time, said to me: "You want a horse? How about I get you a horse, you show you care for this horse by visiting 3 times a week, and the horse will be yours in a year?" Obviously I, at 17, was not going to say no.
In any case, while "horse searching" I never even saw an ad for a horse. Basically, my trainer just looked around at her horsey friends, found some horses in need, checked them out, and found the right one for me.
In the future, I'd really like to be able to find my own horse but I can't say that the method we used worked badly since it did get me the perfect horse.
If I had the option, I would have said that I wanted a horse that was under 15 years old, reasonably well trained in an English discipline, quirky, not a Thoroughbred (nothing against TB's, just I've never "meshed" with one), preferably an Arabian, no major vices.
What I ended up with was an obese 23 year old, flea-bitten gray, Arabian (one thing right!) mare, green-broke coming out of 15 years of full retirement, with a hatred for english saddles and a rearing problem. She was definitely quirky!
Even so, she was and is really exactly what I needed at that time and what I need now. I've learned SO much about training from her even though I was completely in so completely over my head (in over my trainer's head too!
) to begin with. By all standards I should probably be a paraplegic, or something equally terrible, because Lacey was just that untrained and confused.
I still wish that she was quite a bit younger, just from a standpoint of having more time with her, but this is ok too. And anyway, if she were younger, I'm sure I wouldn't be teaching little kids how to ride on her because she probably would be way too hot (she's still very hot but her wise-ness tones it down enough).
Really, no amount of money could buy her from me. I adore her. She's taught me so much about I am. So really, I guess, I got just what I needed, not what I wanted.
And, funny story, my dream horse from when I was little was a flea-bitten gray Arabian mare who was all sorts of fiery.....I kinda got my childhood dream horse so who am I to be complaining? Haha!