Probably, mostly. He was a kill pen rescue and I had no background information on him.
He was put together out of other horses’ spare parts. He had the same size barrel as my Paint mare, but short legs and tiny pony feet. He had a very short back but a long face, although he got tired of me asking 'why the long face?" He had Arabian ears and striped Appaloosa hooves. He had awful configuration, but somehow had a smooth trot and canter. He was so mismatched, he was cute.
Getting a harness for him was quite an adventure. I took measurements to Harley Troyer, and he said I must have measured wrong, no equine had these measurements. I whipped out a picture and Harley said “ok, I guess you measured correctly.”
He was wicked smart. He hated to be ridden, but was so happy when I started training him to drive. It was like “Mom, I’ve been waiting for your to figure out what I want to do!”
I retired him in May 2016 due to cataracts. I moved him to South Carolina when DH and I moved there, and he really liked it there as he loved heat and hated cold. He died well into his 30s, in October 2018. I still miss him every day.
Rebecca