smrobs, I love the bubble butt!! That's how Aires' butt looks. lol
Anyway, when I was younger, I wanted to own a paint horse farm. I loved the uniqueness of paints. I loved all horses, but just something about the paints drew me. I even had a name and brand/logo picked out for my stable (Wolf Ridge Stables...the brand/logo was a W with the R attached to the right arm of the W). Then I rode my grandma's neighbor's paint mare and swore I would never own a paint because she was the most stubborn animal I had ever encountered. I also swore I'd never own a mare (this is before I came to experience the stereotypical mare witchiness).
Then I read "King of the Wind" by Marguerite Henry and I fell in love with bright bays. My dream horse became Sham, the Godolphin Arabian.
I got to live the Godolphin Arabian dream for a little while with my old gelding, who was a 14.1hh bright bay arab/saddlebred cross (although he had two white socks, a coronet band and a crooked blaze). He had all the fire, spirit and loyalty I had come to associate with arabs through that book.
I will say that I've always preferred either really short horses (like around my old gelding's height) or really tall horses (16+hh). And I prefer geldings to mares, still...especially after working the GS horse camp, where all we dealt with were mares.
Then I lost my old gelding to his former owners (messy story there) and several months later, Aires came into my life. He was younger than I wanted and he was a paint (still didn't have positive associations with paints), but something about him drew me to him. I've fallen head-over-heels for my boy in the relatively short seven months I've owned him. He is everything I've ever wanted in a horse...and he's gonna be BIG (he's right about 16hh at the withers right now and 16.2hh at the butt and he's just about 31 months right now).