My first Arabian, Shaka. I went to look at him one fine day to potentially buy. He was young and a hot-blooded fellow. I used a mounting block, which his owner decided not to mention he hadn't seen before, so............he tossed me over his body to the ground so fast it seemed like it could not have happened. Shortening the story, I said I'd buy him. The owner's jaw nearly hit the ground. I loved this horse from that day until the day he died on Thanksgiving 2009, and still love the memory of him. Talented, opinionated, he knew he was a star. He was training Prix St. George when he retired due to arthritis in a knee.
The first American Saddlebred I owned, Spenser. His trainer, in the photo, took him to a harvested cornfield to ride and came back overflowing with excitement. He could rack! The rack is an animated, fast, high stepping gait. The surface of the corn field brought out the ability he had that we didn't know he had. I did not intend to show him so it wasn't important other than the amazement that he could do it. Instead, this fancy fellow became my trail horse. He also was taught to drive and he really liked doing that. His cart is still stored in a shed.
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A beautiful horse!!!
Both of them are gorgeous. As a child I wanted a horse, one of my little friends had one and they were such good friends with each other. I didn't understand the expenses of both time and money, things my parents didn't have much of. Never got the horse, but always loved looking at them and watching horse shows on TV.
Gorgeous horses! I giggle when I ride a gaited horse! It seems so foreign to move from side to side instead of being impelled up from the saddle!
They're beautiful!
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