We looked at a horse over the weekend. Go us.
The owners would rather lease than sell. As a result, the price was, shall we say, optimistic.
Too short. He might have made the advertised height if you mohawked his mane. This is a problem as I am no longer skinny enough to look good on little ones. I look okay on Mathilda, but she’s a doublewide.
A few mannerisms that could have been greenness or could have been a problem needed further investigation.
He was a cute enough with a nice, if stubborn, look in his eye. I got no problem with attitude. Previous Horse exuded ‘tude. However, the rest of the package was unexciting to me.
I finally figured out what I want to see when I go look at a horse. I want a horse who knocks my socks off. Socklessness is not necessarily a result of flash. I have been enchanted by a chunky Quarter Horse [Moses Delivered a Gift] and a curmudgeonly cart horse ["Just George", Horse Illustrated, February 2011]. In short, I want to see a horse who makes me think, ‘Yes, this is gonna be fun.’
Life is too short to ride uninteresting horses.
Prior horse shopping posts.