Themandme
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On September 6th I welcomed home the newest member of the family, a rescue Lipizzaner mix. Everything’s going really well with her, yesterday she started following me around ( most of the time , when she feels like it? ), she comes out of the stable when I call her and she greets me then follows me back up through the field. Today I finally bought tack for her and decided to right her. (She is skinny atm but the vet gave us the thumbs up, although I still want to keep her in light work until she puts a little more weight on.) When I went to tack up I realized the girth was too small, so I just took everything off and rode her bareback, she stood perfectly still for me to climb on from the fence post. I feel like we’re bonding really well but I still think about the gelding I was going to buy sometimes.
He was a 3 y/o Dutch warmblood. When I first saw him in the paddock he walked right past my mom and his owner and rested his head on my shoulder, I fell in love right there and then. I found out they were holding a camp so I went the following week to try him some more. He greeted me every time I walked to his pasture, he ignored everyone else who went to hang with him and walked to me, it was like a movie. I rode him and everything was fine, I always went first on trails and sometimes wandered far ahead of everyone, even though he spooked a lot, I trusted him. I hung out with him whenever I had time, he never refused pets but he didn’t like hugs haha! He was perfect to me, almost. He had some downsides like not standing still, bucking, and biting at feed time.. ? I loved him though. The problem was he was kind of small for me( I doubt he would grow much more, even though that wasn’t the main problem anyway), he was started at 2 years old and worked since then, I was worried that might cause problems in the future and my parents didn’t exactly like the price and wanted to keep looking- after 2 days of contemplation I agreed to see if there was anything else out there. I woke up one morning to my mom telling me she spoke to his owner saying we won’t buy him anymore, thinking I agreed to forget him completely. and that’s when I met my mare.
Im happy with my mare don’t get me wrong! But I still think about the gelding sometimes, I dreamt of him last night, someone else was buying him and I cried almost the whole time. I second guess my decision on moving on sometimes… It’s stressful.
Ive attached pictures of the bay gelding and the grey flea bitten mare.
p.s. I’m 15
He was a 3 y/o Dutch warmblood. When I first saw him in the paddock he walked right past my mom and his owner and rested his head on my shoulder, I fell in love right there and then. I found out they were holding a camp so I went the following week to try him some more. He greeted me every time I walked to his pasture, he ignored everyone else who went to hang with him and walked to me, it was like a movie. I rode him and everything was fine, I always went first on trails and sometimes wandered far ahead of everyone, even though he spooked a lot, I trusted him. I hung out with him whenever I had time, he never refused pets but he didn’t like hugs haha! He was perfect to me, almost. He had some downsides like not standing still, bucking, and biting at feed time.. ? I loved him though. The problem was he was kind of small for me( I doubt he would grow much more, even though that wasn’t the main problem anyway), he was started at 2 years old and worked since then, I was worried that might cause problems in the future and my parents didn’t exactly like the price and wanted to keep looking- after 2 days of contemplation I agreed to see if there was anything else out there. I woke up one morning to my mom telling me she spoke to his owner saying we won’t buy him anymore, thinking I agreed to forget him completely. and that’s when I met my mare.
Im happy with my mare don’t get me wrong! But I still think about the gelding sometimes, I dreamt of him last night, someone else was buying him and I cried almost the whole time. I second guess my decision on moving on sometimes… It’s stressful.
Ive attached pictures of the bay gelding and the grey flea bitten mare.
p.s. I’m 15
