6 years of horse ownership.
Gertie
Massive mare. My little 9 year old on her back like a bubble on a wave, privy to its every movement and every mood. Didn't last long with us, sold to a centre who do horse riding for disabled children. Still there, not sure how.
Hattie
Bitchmare. Tried to kick our dog in the head. A front kick, not the usual back leg fling we imagine from horses. Wasn't fun. Sold very quickly.
Cassie
Big, handsome mare. Bomb proof according to the horse dealer. Nearly gave me two heart attacks in 10 minutes. Number 1 - Galloped off with said daughter on her back down a very narrow, rutted, muddy path. Proceeded to gallop and make 90 degree turns on the road back to stable. Number 2 - I run after her, quickly realise that I'm not as fit as I'd like to be and fear that my lovely girl is dead, at best paralysed. Finally reach yard, daughter off horse in tears saying she's never riding her again. I concur, punch Cassie in the jaw and she dies instantly. Ok, last part was fantasy but she lives elsewhere now.
Oreo - white ( grey in the world of horse). Improvement on Cassie, but that wasn't hard. First day of being owned, flung into Gymkhana and lots of excitement by my still regretful wife. Bucked our little birthday girl off, who got back on immediately. Sold to a sausage factory.
Cheese - well, Cheese is cool. One weird eye but doesn't feel the need to be a bastard. Poos a lot.
