My Previous Horses
My first very own pony was a little Miniture horse mare named Spice.
(Click on the picture to see more on Spice)
My next pony was a little shetland mare named
Daisy. I don't remember riding her much, because soon after we
got her she went too blind to ride, our other pony, my moms, used
to show her to her food. We finally had to have her put down
because she was getting to dangerous because of the blindness.
When I couldn't ride Daisy anymore, I stole my moms Class B Shetland or Shetland/Hackney. My mom said " you can't ride him, he is too much horse for you." But I said I will ride him, and determined me, did ride him. I loved him a lot. I out grew him though when I was around 5 or 6. I have a lot of interesting memories of him. He was a very hyper pony. One time I was riding him and he ran up a sand pile and slipped and I ended up sliding off, as I was bareback, then he slid and ended up standing on my hip. It hurt but believe it or not I got back on him and rode him again that day.
After him I had a QH/Hackney pony. I only had
him for a few months so I don't remember much of him, except that
he was was a bay, and pretty.
After him I got a Paint mare, barely 14.2 hands
high. I loved her a lot. But I wasn't allowed to canter on her.
However, she was good enough for me to take her out of the
pasture and ride her in the fields near our house, which are now
houses(YUCK). One time she got stung by a bee in the ear and just
shook her head. But then another time she went crazy and started
bucking and rearing and not even my mom could ride her, we ended
up leading her home and I rode my moms horse Fire.
I never have really liked fire much, but I rode
her before I had my first pony. I have taken her to a few shows
and done excellent, getting High point and reserve high point
every time, that I showed in enough classes. For some reason I
have always found her to easy. Of coarse I do remember falling
off her once. It was because a pan slid down a goat ramp with
roofing material on it and it spooked her. I fell and hit the
fence. But I though it was fun. I was very strange then, I was
only like 5.
During this time we also had a morgan gelding named Classical Jazz, I never her rode him, but I thought he was gorgeous.
At 8 I got my Morgan Mare given to me and we sold Jazz to have room for her. She was my horse for 10 years.
(Click on the picture to see more on Allouette)
In 1994 I got a Thoroughbred. We bought her very green broke at 8 and been in 8 homes, been abused, with tons of problems. The owner said that I would never get clippers near her, she reared, she was afraid of whips, she knew pretty much nothing, etc. I rode her for a year and got her out of everything, she even learned to clip. then the rearing came back and she happend to get her front feet over a gate with me on her. This made my parents say this is enough. So we had to sell her. But if we hadn't bought her she probably would have gone for dog food. I saw her true potential and rescued her trained her and we sold her to an awesome Dressage home. The owner wouldn't sell her for the world. I miss her a lot though. She taught me so much in that year.
Alibi is a 6-7 year old Thoroughbred Mare, who I got in Apirl of 1998 and just sold in Spring of 1999.
(Click on the picture to see more on Alibi)
Kit, the little red dun QH I trained from 18 months to 5 years old.
(Click on the picture to see more on Kit)