Now here's the thing. I was looking for a big, stout, registered, Quarter Horse mare with old bloodlines.
And here I was, the proud owner of a short, Paint gelding! Um, way off from what I wanted. Wanted a Quarter Horse, got a Paint. Wanted a mare, got a gelding. Wanted a big, tall horse, got a short one! Although he sure is a stout bugger.
Something else. He isn't much fun to ride! It takes a lot of work to ride him. By the time our ride is over, I am exhausted. And I am the only one who can ride him!
Even though he is a lot of work to ride. Even though he isn't the Quarter Horse mare I wanted. Even though he is short. Even though he has a big head. Even though he has a short back. Even though he is a big, big baby. When I say he is a big baby, I mean, he is a BIG baby!
Well, I just love him! There was just something special about him. He makes me smile everyday. I enjoy watching and looking at him.
And to this day I still shake my head as to why I had to have him in my life!
Until next time....................................