My horse life

Its the horses

I wanted a horse so much after my mum died in a riding accident and my dad wanted be to carry on what I love so he said yes and I was looking and I found a beautiful stallion

The woman called Mrs. Curriben was the owner of the stallion, Bo. He was easily 17hh, and very skinny. His ribs poked out; I could cound all of them. He had a rough coat that looked more like a bay than a chestnut. He had a thick whiteblaze and two socks-- one on the front right, and one of the back left leg. His paddock looked like a bomb site -- it had old cars strewn about, and I couldn't even locate a water trough. There wasn't a shred of food, only dust.

I felt so sorry for the poor young stallion no wait, he was only four years old! He had been a racehorse but wasn't very fast so he never made it far in the racing business. He was very docile, but looked depressed and lonely. I just couldn't leave him there in that state so I brought him for £300 I couldn't let him rot no matter what the pice I had to have him.

Early the next morning I went to go see my new gorgeous stallion but when I got to his field he was gone I searched everywhere for him. I spent most of the day looking for him, and finally found him grazing next to a small Welsh pony about 10 minutes down the road. He knew he done something wrong he walked up to me and whinnied. After a struggle, I finally got him home because he kept shying at every bus and car but I couldn't get home without being bitten twice first.

Midnight was so badly neglected he didn't trust me at all in fact he never trusted anyone because he was neglected so much by people he didn't know what trust was. I tried everything to get him to trust me but everything failed in the end I was put in hospital by him but when I got out he still didn't trust, but I couldn't give up yet I gave him my word I wouldn't.