Horse Introductions!

[leah's a french muffin <3]

We started chatting up our horses, so I figured I'd introduce my babies. (: Before I flood you with pictures, I figured I'll introduce the kings and queen!

Also, July 20th to August 10th I'll be in Ireland. I'm a close friend of Fleur Bryan, an olympic show jumper from Ireland. We're headed over, and as of now, I do already have twelve horses scheduled to ride. We're bringing home two pregnant mares, as well as bringing home a younger gelding who's been eventing for a while. So on August 10th, I will be accompanying Fleur home on a plane filled with six horses. My three, her two, and a friend of ours one! It's exciting!

Corocotta, aka Corey is my main show horse. He's a seven year old Irish Sport Horse gelding. He's about 16.2 hands, and we've been on a rough road together. When Corey was four, he was overfaced. When I got him, we had to start over from square one. Cross rails, everything. He wouldn't jump flowers, barrels, even plain white poles. He would even start shaking out of fear when presented even a twelve inch verticle. Corey has come a long way. I'll let the picture's speak for themselves.

Razzmatazz, aka Razz was my first pony. I've had him for six years. He's a 14.1 hh mahogany bay Welsh Cob x Arabian. Razz, or affectionately called 'Pony' was gelded at seven years old. Now at nineteen years old, Razz is still winning at Novice. Cross country is his LIFE!

Hijinx, or Lacey is my baby girl. She's a six year old now, and I got her two years ago for free from a friend who a lady who could no longer afford her GAVE her the horse. Our friend's daughter who was riding the mare left for college and could no longer keep her. Lacey has a bit of a story. When Lacey was a two year old a woman bought her. But this woman didn't pay. SO three weeks later, the owner of Lacey came for her money, and the lady couldn't pay for her. Trying to avoid conflict, a trainer at the barn paid for Lacey. The lady who originally took Lacey was mad because of this, and bridled Lacey, bit and all, and turned her loose in a field of seven mares she'd never met before. The mares tore Lacey to shreds. When found in the morning, Lacey was laying in the pasture, her right hind leg split open from stifle to fetlock, and her jaw was also broken, from being yanked around by the bridle. The vet's prognosis was, Lacey should be put down because she wouldn't make it through the night. Now, four years later, Lacey has begun her eventing career, her second show will be this weekend! She has not had a day where she is not sound, and her jaw is fine. She's my miracle and I love her (: She's a six year old chestnut Belgian x Quarter Horse 15.1hh mare.

Picture time!

Corey

Warming up for a schooling (:
Novice jump into water (:
Prelim. combo (:
Novice box (:
Training bench (:
This ones for Marsh! Down bank, baby!
Formal pictures, 2010.
Formal pictures, 2010.
Jump into water (:

Razzy

On course at AEC's.
AEC's jumping.
Lovin' the water (:
Out over the dead snake..
So the pony can be fancy.. (;
Canteringggg.
Attempting balance down a hill..
Novice sharktooth (:
Novice hanging log (:
Novice out of water (:

Lacey

Beginner novice (:
Cute jumper (:
Lovely lass. (:
Beginner novice again (:
Log againnn.
What a lovely girl..
Baby coo[ (:
First time into water (:
My beautiful miracle (:

OK guys, Your turn! Comment on peoples horses, post your horses! Lets do this!

[marsh has AIDS]

This is going to be extremely short, seeing as I only have one horse, but uh..

I live in North Texas in a small neighborhood, but my family has a farm about five minutes away, where we'll be keeping our horses (as soon as the stalls in the temporary barn are revamped).

I own a 16 hh chestnut Appendix Quarter Horse mare by the name of Fox on the Run, but we usually just call her Penny or, more affectionately, Mommy's Little Slut. She'll be turning eight on March 05 and was foaled in 2003. She's by AQHA's Lucky Valentino and out of the Thoroughbred mare Play Power. We had initially tried her out in February of '06, a few weeks before she would turn three. Mind you, I was ten at the time and a green rider to be paired with a green horse. Fortunately, Penny and I hit it off right away!

Penny was then shipped out to our trainer's facility and we had a trial run with her until Thanksgiving day of 2006, when she officially became a part of the family!

Penny doesn't really have a mare-ish attitude, nor any real vices. However, she is a bit of a booger when it comes to snacking. She loves Warheads and absolutely loathes apples!

We had reached the Novice level in eventing a few months ago, but - with living in the cowboy capital of the world - I've retired us from the sport for competitive reining and hunter/jumpers. Penny isn't physically fit for reining, and she's definitely too clumsy. Because Penny's my absolute best friend and my personal godsend, we're keeping her and taking a more exciting route for her career. Penny and I are field hunters (more commonly known as fox hunters) as well as avid jumpers. I don't have very many photos, seeing as I lack a camera, but let's try these out:
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We're going to be trying out two new horses soon as well; a 2003 bay Quarter Horse stallion that I'll be using for reining and hunter/jumper (him in '06 x) and a dark bay Thoroughbred filly that we'll want to take out to the field (x). You may know her as my Damien's Figaro. ;3

[alli is jesus]

I used to ride, but not anymore because I’m a loser I lost interest. BUUUT, I still have three and a half pretty horses. Half because we lease a pony for my sister. :3

Sugar is a Paint mare. She is technically supposed to be mine, but I’m not sure if I will ever ride her, since she has a bit of an attitude when you ask her to work. xD She is very sweet and loves to stand there and lick your arm or lean your head against you. She is basically a giant puppy.

Gem is an Anglo-Arab mare; please excuse her fatness.. she’s just fat, not pregnant. Her father was champion Reiner, so she’s crazy fast. o.o Despite still being very green, she is such a good girl under saddle. She is willing and loves to please!

Blaze is an off-the-track Thoroughbred. He is the old man of the bunch. He is gentle and very vocal, especially when it’s feeding time. He is one of those horses that has practically done everything; he has raced, jumped, herded cows, and been on trails.

Tilly is a little pony, but I’m not sure what breed. From what I know, she can be a little poopy head under saddle, especially at shows. She is pretty sweet other than that, and likes bananas.

[asha likes to raeg]

im too lazy to type of shit about them. so ill post names and pictures.
Rowdy.
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16.3ish hh

okay, rowdy is my 11ish year old ~supposed registered qh~ personally my trainer and i think he's an appendix tb mixed with some arab, the little cunt of an owner before us said he was a registered qh, never gave us his papers, and frankly, he doesn't feel like one. but he's my barrel horse, but currently is out to pasture for an injury to his left foreleg.

Brady.-now sold
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brady. fourteen years old. used to be a 1d barrel horse. bone spur in his left foreleg, going blind in both eyes, hence why we sold him, he was spooking at everything, because he couldn't see everything properly.

16ish hh

earl.
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16.1-16.2 hh

my current barrel and pole horse. i love him dearly, i learned both barrels and poles on him and at fourteen he packs a hell of a punch in the arena, we're working on break 20seconds in a large arena, we're running about a 4d right now.

sneak-now sold
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crazy bastard four year old that we finally sold, i think he's six now. but either way,he's kinda insane because he's so green.

tank-now sold
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i miss him, he would huh-huh-huh at me. <3 i rode him bareback most of the time because you couldn't do a lot of loping or trotting on him because if he moved to much to long his throat would close up and he would die, sad.


videos~
these are of me marshall and penny.
asha on penny
asha riding penny
penny eating a carrot
marsh on penny

[lacey alexis achen]

So I figured I might as well join in on this little thread and show off my pony (:

Cattywampus is my fantastic little POA gelding. Cattywampus, aka Catty, aka Wampus, aka Wampers is 18 years old and I've owned him for about four years, and leased him for three years before that. He's kind of retired now, because of his age and the poor thing has so many joint problems it's not fair to make him work anymore. He is my absolute life; I love this pony more than I love my parents, and maybe even my boyfriend o:

But seriously, I would do anything for this pony. We used to show in hunters and I would like to think we were pretty damn okay at it. I only have two pictures of him, but they are very cute.

here annnd here.

I've also owned two other horses in the past, but with my luck, neither of them worked out for me.

The first one is Total Knockout, or Tko (pronounced Tiko). He was 16.2 hands, 5 years old, Thoroughbred gelding. Tko was -fantastic-. He did NOT act like a 5 year old TB at a new barn. He was calm to the point of lazy and was such a sweetheart. When we first went to look at him, he had these large bumps on his body that his owners (who we knew long before we decided to look at Tko) told us that those were bug bites he got every summer. And since we had known his owners so long, we believed what they said. So we decided to take him on trial for the summer and he was really great. We just made sure he always had fly spray on, his fly mask, and a fly sheet on for when he went out to pasture to prevent the bumps from getting any worse. I was going to take him to a schooling show at the end of September (his first show) so we had the vet look at him while she was making her usual rounds at the barn. When she saw the bumps, she immediately gave us her doubts as to whether or not they were bug bites. So she took a sample of one of the larger lumps, gave us a steroid cream to rub on them to see if they would go down in the mean time, and told us she would get back to us as soon as the results from the sample came back. So for a few weeks we were just putting the steroid cream on those lumps, but they didn't go down and the cream just started to make Tko go crazy. So as the summer was starting to end, the vet gave us a call and told us the verdict; the lumps were actually cancerous tumors and Tko was diagnosed with skin cancer. My mom and I were absolutely devastated and also really fucking pissed. The bitch owners had lied to us. So my mom gave Lisa (the old owner) and told her to get her ass down to the barn. So she did, and after a good bitching from my mom, agreed to take Tko back. Thankfully we still had him on trial and so there was my goodbye to Tko.

Two pictures of him-
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And then there was Classical Image, or Noah. Noah was an 8 year old OTTB gelding, about 15.2 hands. Uhm, to start of, Noah was a nutter. Like legit, from the beginning, I knew he was crazy. But the little guy could JUMP. My trainer had us schooling 4' courses with ease, let me tell you. But anyways, we got Noah because I was making the transition from hunters to jumpers, and we all agreed that he would be the guy to get me there. He was -fast- and like I said, he could jump. But he was cracked in the head. We had him for a few months during the summer of 2010. But I was out of state for a weekend, and Noah was due for a trim and new shoes, so the farrier came while I was gone and the western trainer at my barn said she'd hold Noah while the farrier was working. Like I said, I always had my suspicions that Noah was a little crazy. So while the farrier was trimming his feet, out of nowhere, Noah went psycho. From what I got of the story, he reared while Frannie (the trainer) was holding him, struck her with his front hooves, apparently she fell to the ground at this point, then he kicked the crap out of her until someone finally got her out from underneath him and called the ambulance. She had a broken nose and a major concussion. But everybody thought that something had spooked Noah and it was just a freak accident that could have happened to anyone. So we kept him and he was perfectly fine after that. My trainer and I agreed that she should be the one to take him to his first show because I was still making the transition into jumpers and she had been working with him the days that I didn't go up to ride him. So I went to the show with her and she got through the first course fine, pretty much whooping everyone's ass in the process. But she still had a little while until the next one, so she was just schooling him in the warm-up ring and Mr. Noah had another psycho moment. Mind you, my trainer has been riding for more than 20 years, so it wasn't just an inexperienced moment that caused this to happen. He took off at a full gallop in the little ring, stopped suddenly, reared, and had a little bronco moment until my trainer was off his back. Samantha had a concussion, three slipped discs in her back (or some crazy shit like that), and a broken elbow. So we immediately took Noah back to the barn and from that point on he was just vicious towards everyone. It was a huge task to take him from stall to pasture and back again. Samantha told us that she thought it was best that we sold Noah to her so she could have as many one-on-one sessions as she wanted with him, to try to get him out of this funk. We agreed, since school was starting in a few weeks and I wouldn't have the time to deal with a crazy horse who was mauling people left and right. After a few weeks, Samantha confided in us that she thought Noah was a lost cause at this point, and she was taking him to a high-end auction about an hour away, because even though he was crazy, Noah was still extremely talented. I don't know exactly who he was sold to, but I know Samantha got $5000 for him, which was $2500 more than she had paid for him. At this point, I'm just hoping he's in a good home with somebody who has the time and balls to work with him.

And here are two pictures of the crazy killer pony-
here (look at those knees o:) and here.

So yeah, those are my horsey drama stories (:

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