Actually, it’s a funny story in how using High Chap came about. Well partly funny. That year everyone was down on him and most thought he’d end up in the National Hunt stud. I really wanted to use him but Mr. Equilibrium said there was no way he was using a future NH horse. Fine, I will pick someone else. So we chose Ad Valorem which I wasn’t crazy about but it kept hubby happy.
About 4 days before we are heading down to stud and I get a call saying Ad Valorem was hurt and he will be off for a month. Do I want to wait or do I want to choose someone else? Now I’m back on the HC kick with force! I actually called for new contracts and didn’t really even discuss this with hubby. Well we did some arguing pretty much on and off the whole pregnancy.
And then before we bred back we had a call from a bloodstock agent who wanted the mare for an Australian client. Me thinking I would never own another mare with as much black type in her pedigree said “nope not selling.”
We scanned at 16 days and yeah a pregnancy. It was 2 days later when I had that mare out with Stella and her baby and Annia viciously attacked Daphne requiring euthanasia. It was no accident what she did. Now I have a mare in foal to a horse I really wanted, whom I should have sold, that is now a foal killer. Great.
But at the end of it all we got Penelope so not such a bad thing. In a year of dealing with her I must say she is different than all the other TB’s we have bred. Her class is just evident. She’s so easy to deal with, loves people (her mother never did), and actually puts some of the older horses to shame. So you don’t think she’s perfect I will say she is a messy madam in the stall. She hates big banked sides and promptly digs them all down so she has a pile in the middle to lay on. And when you are feeding fields on the quad and you enter hers, she thinks you are a really fast play toy!
And then last year we tried to sell her as a foal. Got a bid of 3500 and we didn’t sell. She was actually on the small side at the time and quite frankly despite what it says in print, not many that said sold were actually sold. Not sour grapes just know people that signed for some of the bigger money purchases. Now she’s 15 hands and still growing like a weed and won’t be small in the slightest.
So at the end of it all, it would be nice to “get lucky” with one! It’s funny because Jessi posted on my Facebook page that I should be keeping her in bubble wrap to which I replied she would become useless if I did that. Then last night on the phone Mr. Equilbrium is like “maybe you should be bringing her in at night”!
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