I have two young horses.
(1) I got the first from a top UL rider who decided to stop riding and focus on teaching and now selling real estate. He had imported this guy as his “next 4* horse.” They presented him as talented out the wazoo but as quirky and challenging. I had to have him, of course and partly through no one’s fault (Lyme, SI stifles), he has been one of the most challenging horses I have trained. Partly that is due to the high expectations that have been dashed here and there, part of it has been due to my having to figure out how to ride him, but most of it has been because he has been just plain ornery… in a sweet sort of way but still ornery.
(2) The second is a lovely mare, that I found when I was not looking. I had taken someone out to see her and we decided that she was too green but before I left, I told that agent that I would be back. She is totally keen, superb jumper (once we got her through the pulled muscle in her butt that happened sometime last fall), fancy, nice mover, and has won 4 out of 5 times out at schooling horse trials. She is just a natural in every way and she is always going forward.
Both have excellent ground manners, are sound, and have no vices.
I have to sell one of them.
All my friends prefer the mare - they swear she is everything I need and want. They say that the gelding is difficult and goofy and that she is sweet and beautiful. Trainer adores her, wants to buy her, and might if I would make her affordable.
I prefer the gelding. Over and over and over. I do not care that she is prettier, or easier, or more bold, or wins more often than not. He is my preferred choice.
So… what is it about that horse? He is what many call a heart horse but not for the reasons I have usually had for deeming a horse such. I love his face, I love messing with him, grooming him, primping him, cleaning up his constant wounds (yes, he goes out and looks for a stray stick to jam into his leg), and all that. It is not that I do not love her. I just love him more.
Makes no sense. I have done so much soul searching this year, trying to decide which one I will sell. And I have tried to make it logical and it is not. I finally threw up my hands a few days ago and called friends and trainer to announce that he is the chosen one and she will be sold.
What is it about this horse? What makes a heart horse? Is it some level of communication or bond that defies logic? Is it olfactory (I am convinced that romance is 90% smell, another chapter there)? Is it his ears? His dinosaur eyes? Geez, what the heck is it about this horse??
What is a Heart Horse?
I know now that he is and will be my heart horse; but for the life of me, I cannot figure out why…