The appropriately named show jumper Aladin, of Egypt. :yes:
OK, so he jumped by Braille. But what a very, very good boy, who just kept on keeping on, no matter where in the middle of a jump he was stuck. All with ears up, eyes bright and no middle finger (hoof?) flipped at his circumstances.
All I kept thinking was, “Hot damn! Finally an Olympic-caliber horse I could actually ride!!” :lol:
Therefore, if anyone would like to gift me, Beezer – an aging, bionic-kneed (complete with the incredible array of scars and the lack of airport security screening clearance to prove it), tad on the large side (but always hoping and trying for improvement!), half-blind but willing! adult ammie – with this gold-medal-deserving saint of a horse, I promise to provide him with an unlimited supply of peppermints, a much less demanding show schedule, endless shoulder scritches and heartfelt THANKS for what I am sure would be innumerable instances of saving my butt.
And your gold medal goes to … ?