My best buddy trail partner is a 10 year old appy gelding, Sanderson (aka Sandy). He’s 15 hands, short backed, long legged, and has tons of go. He’s on the hot side, and has been known to spook now and then, but he can also be unbelievably bold and brave. Typically his general attitude is “Where are we going today? Awesome, let’s do it!”
How he came to be mine is a kind of unusual (and long, please bear with me) story. He was amongst a bunch of weanlings that were dropped off at a farm next door to my own barn at the time; whoever bred him got into things over her head and couldn’t afford to feed so many mouths. She made arrangements with this farm to donate one older mare to the therapeutic riding program run there, and showed up with a stock trailer full of wild babies + said older mare. She literally unloaded all of them in a pasture & abandoned them.
Anyway, some volunteers at this therapeutic riding program took pity on the poor little things, and decided to adopt one together (once it became officially legal to do so.) They came to my place and asked if they could rough board a baby at my barn, and could I help them decide which foal to take on. Sure!
The farm kept the babies in the pasture. They were a motley little crew of underweight, scab-ridden Arablets & this one puny roan-spotted thing with pink eyes & no tail. The story was, supposedly, that the appy was an orphan. Sure enough, he was the only one who had any interest in people at all. While the others all skittered away, this urchin boldly stared us down…and approached us! Turned out he was quite friendly and didn’t mind being handled at all. “This is your foal, ladies.”
He came to stay at my place shortly thereafter. His benefactors had intended to sell him once he was healthy and had a little more ground work under his belt. These ladies had very little practical experience with babies, and asked me for a lot of help in handling him. Big surprise, I bonded with the little bugger. Before Christmas that year, they told me he was mine if I wanted him.
He’s still with me today, all these years later.