I'm a sucker for mares. Pony mares are truly my soft spot when it comes to things.
when I sold Fahrenheit and became in between serious sales horses I
started wandering around the internet just looking at things.
had a few owners looking in the market but they were looking for
broodmares or lovely young horse resell projects. I wanted really wanted
something with no expectation. In short, I was wanting a summer project
to fill a gap.
never particularly commented or showed interest in anything I saw. They
were just horses that I knew were not in the best of ways or needed a
lifestyle change, they would get those with the people responding to
When I stumbled across an ad for a free RPSI pony via a friend, I stopped and responded.
She was pretty, fairly good type and relatively near.
So I jaunted out to see her.
was less than impressive with her presentation. The owners had cut her
tail off, wretchedly kept feet, covered in dew poisoning, unhandled, and
her mane was wild dreadlocks. In many ways, it reminded me of when I
pulled Sinari out of the backwoods ghetto tobacco field at three.
was the essence of ghetto and the definition of redneck. But still all
the parts were in the right places. The then owners were basically going
to give her to the Amish, and knowing what unbroke, slightly
opinionated ponies do, it would have not been a good ending for either
pony or human.
few phone calls, I convinced an owner to take her on, so a few weeks
later after we cleared the health papers and paperwork she got into my
trailer with some chemical and physical assistance and headed to a new
When she stepped off the trailer, the mutual reaction of people was of general concern for my mental health.
problem is after you've had a Haiku, a Fahrenheit, a Flair and even a
Sinari, the expectation becomes a double edged sword. On one hand, you
have really nice horses, that have gone on and done good things, and the
assumption is that you'll continue on this path. On the other hand, the
perception is you've had it easy and those nice horses were just
is, in this industry, you're only as good as your last horse and while I
choose nice horses, my team and I have to make them even nicer.
first days were interesting. She stuck out like a sore thumb with her
tail bobbed off, and lack of social skills in a herd of 16 plus hand
mares. Her world, basically was turned upside down. Everyone thought she
was a yearling with her size and lack of maturity.
became a project, first were the feet and teeth, then it was getting
her into a nutritional program that wouldn't overwhelm her. She was
groomed, daily, and taught to tie. Then the work began.
took to it, happy to have something to do. She liked the attention and
every time out she improved a little. There was never a real issue that
she could do whatever job I asked.
days later she's started, and already she's showing good talent and
what's more is she's unafraid. It's an asset to have any horse like
this, it makes working them easier, and it's a gift especially with the
ones that for the first three-quarters of a decade haven't done anything
except eat and loaf.
I know my barn will be full again with super horses in a very short
time- I'm enjoying the little downtime with this one, and also the
several the mental health questioning and seeing where this takes us