In 2011 I met the most amazing horse, she was my everything. We had a connection and it was like we could read each others' minds. She was my once-in-a-lifetime horse. Unfortunately, after 2 months my grandpa (her legal owner) sent her to auction without telling me. Ever since, there's been a hole in my heart. I tried to fill it with another horse.
It took 7 months of searching to find my current mare. I had been on my way to see a different mare (can you tell I like mares?) when the owner called and cancelled. I felt like i just had
to look at a horse that day. So I went on equinenow and clicked on a little Paint I'd had my eye on. We called and they said to come on by. Her ad promised her to be healthy, UTD, and pretty much bombproof. When I arrived, I was severely underwhelmed. Her coat was thin and rough, her hooves were mishapen, she had a hitch in her hind leg, she had founder rings, her teeth were sharp, and she was 200 lbs. underweight. She was far from the 16hh Dressage horse and Jumper prospect I was looking for. But we had driven all that way, and a horse was a horse.
The first thing the sellers told me was "Well, she's pretty green."
I was wondering what I had gotten myself into. I had never ridden a green horse! I wasn't even cantering in my lessons yet! So after watching the one seller ride her around a bit, I hopped on and just pretended she was a well broke horse like I was used to. She wasn't, but she was very willing. And although she only had two speeds (stop and power walk) I thought she was fun. The sellers just stared and explained she was normally flighty and nervous but with me she just went around calmly and enjoyed the ride. I laughed internally, they had no idea I was just a beginner! Anyways, I left and it took me 2 weeks to decide on her. I so desperately wanted that connection I had with my other horse, and it wasn't easy accepting I wouldn't have that again. Yet when the sellers called me - near frantic, and said a woman was coming in a few days with a trailer and cash in hand, it took me all of 3 seconds to say "I'll take her." The thought of her going to someone else gave me a bad feeling. So she vetted sound miraculously and we took her home a month later.
That's when the story really began
After she got healthy, we absolutely despised
each other. It lasted 8 months. Rearing, bolting, bucking, balking, etc. But I wouldn't give up. Then after a while we figured it out...we got along, we were in perfect harmony. Every ride was finished with a smile instead of frustrated tears. And for the first time in the year I'd owned her, we got to canter! I was so in love with my Dressage pony. But her conformation is that of a halter horse... On June 10, 2014 I turned her out in the round pen. I had just closed the gate when I heard something; absolutely nothing. I turned around and met her eye, it was full of fear. During a playful buck, she managed to find a spot of deep sand. SHe tore her RF suspensory ligament. The vet called it a freak accident.
3 months of strict stall rest, another 5 of gradually increase hand walking. Walk, cold hose, wrap. That cycle went on everyday. We grew closer. Now, we're back to riding. Next month she can canter under saddle! She's still feisty from all that time off and not allowed to have much turnout, but the future is bright. Our goal is to compete in 1st level by 2017!
As for me, along with retraining and rehabbing her, I've found a jumping trainer and will start competing hunters on her OTTB this season!