Well, we;ve knd of made it official…
I have a new horse.
they call her Happy. Not sure I love the name.
She’s a 3 year old Saddlebred. Breeding up close is obscure (last three generations have all been on the farm breedings, and the farm hadn’t shown anything since the mid 90s, I would guess) , but full of older bloodlines way closer up in her pedigree than anything I’ve seen. Only about 15-2 but with her breeding, I’m going to guess she will put on close to another hand in height.
Two years ago, I nearly took her after I lost my old gelding to Colic, but was then offered my dream horse so I took him instead. And after I knew my time with my Stewie horse was coming to an end, I reached out to see if any of the horses from that rescue were still in need of homes.
The filly was actually being boarded by her foster at my friend’s barn.
I went to see her thursday. Her foster is a QH person and she gets freaked out by saddlebredness (upheaded, snorty) and has tried to parelli (gag) it out of her… Unsuccessfully. Mare is nervous about getting caught (foster does that stupid chuck a rope at them thing while the filly is standing there looking worried… I woudln’t want to stop if somebody was doing that to me either… Say whoa and approach like it’s not a big deal. Quit making a production out of it!) but then is pretty ok and leads a little.
Today foster couldn’t make it out so barn owner came out with me and she was good. Feeding a couple of apple slices to her pony companion got her coming right over and she got caught with no drama whatsoever. I handled her front legs, we worked on leading, backing up, whoa. I parked her out for the first time. Spent some time scratching on her and she about went to sleep on me, standing with her foot cocked. I don’t think she’s quite the fire breathing dragon that was initally believed. Then let her go and caught her again just for funsies…
Here she is this summer:
And a quick picture of her today…