My first horse: I was taking lessons and one time I got this feisty overgrown pony, A red roan. After my lesson I got to talking with the owner and laughing made an offer of $600. I went home, told my husband, still laughing. A few weeks layer he asked if I wanted to know what he got me for my birthday, its got 4 legs. I said “A new dining room table?”. Looking back I think the BO was hoping I would buy him. I had him for30 years.
I got the next one as an 18 month old filly. She was bred by the family of one of the competitors in the World Championship Three Day Event in 1978. Her name was Honey and she lived up to it. No one ever fell off Honey. I had her for almost 30 years. About 2 years ago the woman who rode in the World Championship posted a picture of her horse on FB. She was surprised and pleased to find out how well Honey turned out.
She died of colic and I wasn’t going to get another horse for myself but say an ad for one I thought would make a good broodmare. She’s almost23 now. When I had her inspected the inspectors from Ireland asked if I was going to breed her. I said I was having to o much fun riding her
Eta: when I went to look at her her owner looked at me and asked " Where’s your daughter? ". When he sold her to me he said he liked the way I rode her but I have a sneaky suspicion that I was the only one who tried her.