The worst viewing you've ever had?

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I'm bored.. And after a few comments i was wondering what everyones worst viewing experiences are?

As a seller, Mine would be selling my colt.

I was very honest about what he was. Specifically stated not a gelding, explained why, And that although he was a lovely lad, If you didn't know what you were doing he would wipe the floor with you. I was having to sell him due to being pregnant as i was very ill and had no one to help in the mornings.

A girl rang me up, Experienced with colts, been around them for 9 years, confident etc.

She came over. When she got there, I was stood, leaning over his bum giving him a scratch, While he licked his leadrope!

She came over to me, I said 'Hi, I'm T, This is D'.. He turned his head and pricked his ears and she flinched :confused:

She stood talking to me, he started pawing the ground out of boredom.. I swear to god she jumped 6 feet backwards.

Every time he made a sound her eyes shot to him and she went visibly tense.

I kept saying to her, Stop doing that, He will take the mick if you're nervous.

By the time i got home, I had decided no way could i sell hi mto her, She'd ruin him. She was still rather keen though.. She rang up saying she liked him and could she come back the next day and see him move in the school. This annoyed me a little bit, because it was her who chose to come up in the freezing pitch black, and we had a very big very obvious floodlit menage, there was nothing stopping her seeing him move the first time.

I was trying to think how to tell her nicely that she wasn't suitable when she rang me and asked if i would keep him for 3 months for her, geld him and then she'd give me half the price i was asking... Short no and hanging up the phone got the message across!

What are yours? As a seller or a buyer/loaner?
 
i was 15 yrs old was viewing my like 20th horse (moving from ponies to horses.... always a hard task!) went to see a 6 yr old tb (never raced) was told he was schooling at a novice level and could jump a course of 2.6-2.9, i was looking for something to compete unaff and do pc on so thought he would be ideal, we took my instructor with us and she wanted to see what his dr was like, i got on and she moved into the arena to give me some poniters and show her what she wanted to see (circles, walk trot canter that kinda thing) owner had already done all of this but instructor wanted to see me do it. she asked me to ask him to go into an outline i did and he declined, not naughtyily he just clearly didnt know what i was asking, was obvs not schooling at novice level dr, next thing i know the owner storms in grabs him yanks me off shouts at me saying i cant ride and how dare i ask her horse to do such a thing as take an outline. instructor starts arguing back saying he clearly isnt schooled etc etc....... i was a bit like wtf!! sooooo strange!! i swear some people big up what their horses can do!! needless to say we didnt take that particular horse any further in fact we went back and looked at a horse we had already viewed and brought her! had a good 3 yrs of owning her!! :)
 
Oh dear! Yes i do think some people like to exaggerate!

I remember when i was 13, I'd begged my mum for a horse and she said no, But compromised and said i could find a part loan arrangement.

I was capable of coping with a bit of an arsey tantrum, But my mum said she would rather only respond to advertisements that listed suitable for a novice - So as to avoid people playing down/exaggerating their horses quirks or abilities.

Well , Her plan backfired spectacularly. We responded to an advert, listing a gelding available 3 days a week, Novice ride, 100% bombproof, goes off leg or voice.

We went along and spent some time grooming him, he had lovely stable manners, she got on and rode him beautifully.

I got on, as soon as my feet were in the stirrups he went into a canter. Not bolting, Just a working canter, But he wouldn't stop. I said stand as she had told me to, He wouldn't respond, I went to use the reins and she screamed at me not to pull on his mouth [despite five minutes previous telling me if he didn't listen to my voice a gentle touch on the reins would do it] She kept screaming at me to sit up straight [I was getting quite flustered and thought maybe i should try using my weight a bit more and try to get deeper].

She was going absolutely ape ****. Then my mum had enough as this horse really wouldn't stop and the owner was making me nervous by screaming at me [We're talking 15 minutes of cantering in a circle now no sign of stopping] told her to shut up and told me to pull him up and get off.

Needless to say when i did manage to get off, My mum was furious [Not at me, at the owner who had advertised him as suitable for a novice when he clearly wasn't, And someone who was an real novice could have had a nasty accident because of her lies] and we didn't go back.

Happily, I did find a lovely loan pony shortly after!
 
I was just looking for something to ride 2-3 times a week and received a message from a lady advising she had a nice forester in need of a rider.

So I turned up. She led him out of the field to which he dragged her to the nearest patch of grass which she allowed him to do, didnt pull him off or reprimand him dragging her ass about. She then leant down and gave him a handful of carrots before wrestling him up and tying him to a fence- I use the term tying very lightly, he was on the end of the rope so he could eat grass and potentially hang himself!

Next the daft bints husband turns up with what would appear to be the oldest most manky saddle I have possibly ever seen. No brand on it, looked like one of them cheap nasty ones made in Pakistan or similar. So she wrestled with his head to get his bridle on before stuffing his face with more carrots. Then dumped the medieval saddle on which clearly did not fit. Her husband and her moved the saddle back and forward on the ponys back before concluding between them that it was in the correct position.

She jumped on and after a walk about the field, had the animal cantering disunited about the place.

I left. I was quite young at the time, just wish I had maybe given some friendly advice rather than just walking away though looking back.
 
I went to go view a 'well handled' 2 year old coloured colt. Met with the owner, who was obviously a gypsy. Went to the field to meet the horse and there was 3 very scrawny little ponies in a tiny field with no grass and rubbish everywhere. The colt was supposed to make 15hh+ but when I got there he was so small I would have guessed he would only make 13-14hh max.

She called the horse over and he completely ignored her, so she went in her truck and got out a loaf of bread, climbed over the fence and started chucking bread at this horse to coax it over.

Horse eventually came over but very very nervous, I couldn't even get within a few meters of him. I said to her that the advert said he was well handled, so she proceeded to practically pin the horse down and force a head collar on him to show me he was halter broken. I told her it wasn't what I was looking for and left.

The next 2 weeks she text me non stop telling me I could have him for a lower price, and offering other horses she had for sale.

So weird!
 
I have told this one before but it is a bit of a classic......

Saw what was described as the perfect horse advertised, called and asked a few questions and arranged to go view with my instructor. Instructor duly cleared his agenda for the afternoon and we headed off on the 1.5 hour trip to view.

Were greeted by what I can only describe as a "Drippy Hippy" type, who gave us a 30 minute diatribe on how stabling was not natural, any feed other than grass was not natural, a farrier was not natural (horse by the way had terrible feet and was about 100 Kilo's overweight).

She then treated us to a "groundwork display" of the pull, pull, slap the shoulder with a stick variety....(by this point my instructor had a very visible pulse in his temple!).

I then asked "can we see it ridden now please" (I was actually feeling sorry for the poor damned thing) and watched in amazement as she placed the palm of her hand between his eyes, closed hers then nodded and turned me and said "he says he does not want to be ridden today but may want to be tomorrow can you please come back then".

We made our excuses and left and spent the 1.5 hours drive home in stunned silence apart from the occasional "that did just happen didn't it?"
 
Oh and one time when I was looking for a youngster to bring on, there was what was described as a 'blue and white cob x filly, to make 13.3-14hh' it was a 3yo but there was no picture so figured I would give her a call and go take a look.

I was told it was halter broken and friendly, touch her all over etc, sweet, loves a cuddle blah blah blah, just needs more handling. Was told she was a stocky girl who will be a good weight carrier and make at least 13.3hh.

Well! It was no bigger than 12.3hh at a push, skinny, grey and when I touched its shoulder swung itself round and tried to kick the s*** out of me. To which the owner said 'ooooo shes never done that before!'
 
I think it terms of 'weird' for me, Would have to be the yearling i went to view. The woman showing them to me pointed the yearling i was viewing out, the other colt, and then pointed to the dark bay 'mare'.

I was stood, At the top of this hill in the middle of no where, Firstly thinking 'That is the first mare i have ever seen in posession of a 10 inch PENIS' and then 'Oh my god, maybe they've lured me here to kill me'
 
I was selling a lovely dressage schoolmaster last year on behalf of friend. He was so easy, had all the buttons in the right place and was a real push button ride. Lady rang me up talked the talk and sounded ideal. Upon arrival she asked all the right questions, I jumped on him and pushed some buttons and then hopped off and invited her to ride him. She got on him and after walking a lap of the arena at a walk whilst sawing away at his mouth she proceeded to lift her left hand ABOVE HER HEAD and do an exagerated give and take with her right hand. She then proceeded to tell me that he was heavy on the left rein and she was getting him to soften. Bless the horse he didn't argue or play up at all, he just had this very bemused look on his face.
 
As a buyer me getting thrown off on the horse that never bucked and my son dumped on a pony that never bucked.

I must just be unlucky to have got the first buck in ever!


The words are "IT HAS NEVER DONE THAT BEFORE".
 
Years ago we were looking for my younger sisters first pony, and travelled miles to see one advertised as a total first pony, quiet, etc. we arrived to a pony wild-eyed and drenched in sweat - turns out it was nothing like quiet and the seller had galloped it in an attempt to quieter it down.
 
We're pretty lucky I think, as dealers. We have the odd nervous/novice come to try one but the ones that are advertised as for a novice/nervous rider really are.

Had a funny one yesterday, a lovely lady had phoned a few times to chat about a 5 year old 15hh, to do a bit of everything.

Explained it wasn't the finished article, being 5 and all, but was nice, pleasant, jumped and went nice enough on the flat. Only had it a month, and mentioned that too.

They turned up, I did a couple of figure-of-eights, jumped some showjumps, went into the field, jumped some workers fences, and a couple of post-and-rails and a drop fence. All under 3ft, but mare was her usual pleasant self and bobbed along.

Lady gets on and explains that she gets nervous on new horses. This is fine, so do lots of people. However she is CRIPPLED with nerves. Too scared to do anything, as the mare walks round the school waiting for her to tell her to do something. Eventually she is persuaded to do a shuffly trot with a death grip on her mouth, as the mare is looking behind her wondering what is going on.

Believe it or not, the lady was actually quite a tidy rider underneath the nerves, and cantered, jumped and was pony-club-kicking the mare along by the end. I must admit I was frightened at the beginning, the horse was not advertised as suitable for a very nervous rider and I'd always ridden her very "properly", and young horses don't always react well to frightened passengers.

However the little mare was very stoic, and the lady rode her well in the end, and is coming back to see her again, so its all good!

We don't really get nightmare viewers, I think because we rarely advertise, and when we do we don't really have anything for less than £3500, and we are devastatingly honest on the phone and in the advert!
 
Toss up between driving 4 hours to see a 16.2 eventer. Horse was at LEAST 17.2 and I had specifically checked height as am 5.5. Or 3 hours, horse comes out of box. hopping lame. And they still couldn't see it till I trotted the horse up for them
 
oh dear, i had one hilarious (tho it wasnt at the time!) experience when looking for someone to part-loan my mare when i was pregnant. she is a 16.1 tb x irish draught and one day she is perfect and the next day can throw a decent paddy. i advertised for confident, experienced riders who wouldnt let her take them for a ride

had a lady ring who said she had ridden for over 20 years, had ridden youngsters, problem horses, racehorses etc etc.

i was fairly impressed until she turned up on my yard, she was wearing huge saggy wellies, a bandana round her head and was smoking. i was ready to send her away immediately, but OH is much more tolerant than me and said to 'give her a chance.' i had expected her to want to groom and tack up herself to get to know my mare a bit, but no she just stood around while i did it.

then she pulled down the stirrups and prepared to get on, (didnt bother to check the girth which i deliberately left slightly loose) until i asked if she was intending to wear a hat and she said 'oh well i didnt bring my hat, its fine' !!!!!!!!! why she would think i would allow anyone to get on any horse of mine without a hat baffled me. eventually my 'tolerant' OH said she could wear his hat which she tried to wedge on over the top of the bandana, before finally realising it wouldnt fit over and taking it off

and then there was the mounting, first i offered her a legup (we didnt have a mounting block so i always used a legup) and she had no idea how to receive a legup (for someone who said she used to ride work on racehorses i have no idea how she used to get on them, since most of them u cant get on any other way!) then she asked to try and mount from the ground, and omg she looked like she was trying to climb a wall, with one foot in the stirrup and the other one flat against the side of my saddle dragging herself up, exactly like u do at a climbing centre whilst wearing a harness! my poor horse didnt move a muscle but looked very put out. my poor OH stood there looking shocked and kind of stuttered 'i'm sorry but u just cannot get on our horse like this!' eventually she managed to get on by standing my girl next to the gate and climbing on from there - why i ever even let it get this far ive no idea.

luckily my mare is extremely clever, and within 2 strides of moving off, said a flat out no and just planted where she was. cue a 'oh its alright horsey, whats the matter?' and a flap of the heels on her sides. megan promptly started reversing back up the drive towards her stable at which point i made her get off to make way for me. (OH was not happy with me riding whilst pregnant but i'd worked really hard on her to get her going confidently and i wasnt having that messed up in 5 minutes flat) and she went perfectly ok for me - had a mini tantrum which she certainly wouldn't have sat! but demonstrated exactly why i asked for a 'confident experienced rider' in the first place

at this point i was ready to scream, and left my poor OH to get rid of this mad woman whilst i went and mutinously cuddled my old gelding at a safe distance.

excuse the extremely long waffly post but it really is crazy the sort of people who turn up (proven as once we left the yard we got halfway up the road and spotted the same woman at the side of the road sticking her thumb up to all the passers-by trying to hitch-hike her way home!!) - is it mean that we just drove past??? :D
 
Aged 12, finally convinced non horsey parents to let me have a pony, found one offered for loan, beautiful 13hh roan gelding, a bit green but would have lessons o. It at local RS where it would be kept, mum happily patting the 'pretty pony' approvingly.

Within a minute (no joke) of getting on I'd fallen off and was being dragged back to the car and told there was no way I could have that 'dangerous beast'.

Childhood dreams crushed by my bad riding skills!!
 
I went to view a gelding a few weeks ago - described as pretty and as laid back as they come, had been in race training but never made the grade. They'd owned him since he was a foal and he had never put a foot wrong...
So out comes this lovely but nervy looking wee chap. The owner told me to hop on up but I asked if there was someone who could ride him first to let me see. The owner gave me a pitying look and said 'bit nervous are we?' Which made me feel like a total wimp! But I stuck to my guns and so he called in one of the girls in the yard to ride him. The girl hopped on, he did about three steps of walk then shot forward at a gallop! I thought he was going to fall over as he motorbiked round the school then came barralling straight towards us before slamming on the brakes, throwing in a buck and depositing rider on her face in front of us. The poor girl could hardly see for dirt, it was in her mouth and everything! Never been so glad to be a wimp :D
 
We went to see a 'first pony' for little J last November.When we got there we found he was a poor little thing,only 18 but looked a lot older with a suspiciously curly coat.Anyway,we tacked him up and the owner's daughter walked,then trotted him around the school.Her dad shouted at her to canter him,but as soon as she tried,he threw a buck and chucked her off.The dad went loopy,shouting that it was her fault he'd done it because she'd given him 'mixed signals' and 'confused' him.She got back on and got him cantering eventually,whilst my mum and I are thinking 'a child's first pony should not buck when given the wrong signals,children are still learning at that stage and will make mistakes.'

My eldest got on and tried to get him to trot-he wouldn't do it,I ran alongside,he wouldn't do it,the dad ran alongside-nope,still wouldn't trot.At that point we decided to call it a day and told his owner that he wasn't the right pony for us.

We are still looking now,and went to see one last week,after a long chat with the very nice owner.We got there to find the poor pony coughing away,and the groom tacked him up in a 3 ring gag,whilst mentioning that he can buck when cantering,but no one had come off yet.That was partly my fault for not asking what bit he was ridden in and if he bucked when I rang though,so put that down to experience.
 
Selling I got away lightly really though some people just don't listen. Ex-riding school cob, I was very honest in my advert and when talking to potential buyers. The main thing was that he was VERY nappy alone (not dangerous just serious planting and 'I don't think so mummy!') I explained this to all buyers and retiterated in person if people came to try him. lady tried him, like him, never wanted to hack alone, boxed him to her yard to try, then find out her instructor wants to hack him, ALONE. I explained that she wasn't likely to get past the gate and surprise surprise she didn't! Guess why they told me they didn't buy him :rolleyes:

Still he founf the perfect home shortly after with a teenager who only wanted to ride with her friends on hacks and had her instructor with her who seemed to understand and thought he was perfect :)

Buying I was lucky the last time I was buying I had experienced friend with me otherwise I would have been bucked, reared, cantered sideways and dumped more times I can count on 'novice' rides.

The worst I have had this time ahve been one that was so lazy I barely got it to trot and couldn't get it to canter (for eventing??) and one that was nice enough, spooked violently and then was told I was too novicey for him :rolleyes:
 
I took someone to try my horse round a course at a local venue, they really didnt want to come and try her at home for some reason. I agreed, she jumps there every wednesday so shouldnt be an issue.

Kid wanted to jump fox+, my horse is very talented but very difficult. I made sure they knew this and they still wanted to go, they made out she was the next big thing.

Went very wrong, girl was terrified, my horses decided if she's not going im not going, and there was a few encounters with the floor! Even over 1ft X poles my mare said no, which isnt normal for her!

I got on and jump round fine first time. Said the horse was too good for her!

Made it more of a waste of time as I missed Uni to transport the horse and used fuel money.

Was half amusing though :P
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We were looking for our first horse, a good allrounder and generally steady and bombproof. One mare we went to see was advertised as completely laid back, well schooled, good jump, completely sane, has hunted. Spoke to the lady on the phone, told her exactly what we wanted and she agreed mare would be perfect.
Drove about 3-4 hours to try her. Turns out although woman claims she wasn't a dealer, she was selling this horse for someone else, because thats what she did, she sold horses (how is that not a dealer?).
I rode the mare round a field and I almost couldn't stop! I cantered round for about 15 minutes before I could stop, and when I got off the mare reared straight up!
We politely told the woman that although the horse was lovely, she just wasn't quite right for us- the woman got really angry and told us that the mare was perfectly safe, she had been bought for an 80yr old lady to go hunting on, but the lady didn't want her (I wonder why...?) and said what did we expect from a hunter (we had confirmed on the phone that we wanted a laid back horse to hack/school/small jumps). We were quite scared and ran out the yard with the woman running after us shouting!
 
I am quite amused by the mare I went to try who had child-sized stirrups on her saddle (she was 16hh) and so I rode without stirrups. She was very sweet but very stiff with arthritis, which the owner swore wore off with 20 minutes warming in, so like an ejit I gave it a go. Owner shouted to me "You're riding her better than even my best friend - she's never gone on the bit like that before." :o Moved off into trot - got a kindof shuffly gait out of her, promptly followed by a face-deck when the poor thing tripped over and we both went SPLAT, and I put my teeth through my lip. :o :eek:

Owner was still insisting that she wasn't affected by her arthritis as I drove off...


Oh, and the girl who came to view a sharp just backed pony for share. NOT FOR NOVICES said the ad. She was "experienced". She struggled with the bridle so I helped her and forgave her for that as he can be a bit of a pain to bridle, then she accidentally kicked him getting on, and she held onto his mouth whilst asking for trot, so she'd get a few steps and then he'd come to an abrupt stop all confused. She did that three times and then screamed, jumped off and threw the reins at us and practically ran back to her car. Then rang us a week later saying she'd like to take him!
 
I was about 13 and my parents had finally agreed for me to have a part loan after being with a riding school for ages. Found a quiet cob fairly local and went to see him, groomed, helped to tack up etc. he was fine in walk and trot but bucked in canter and I fell off. Dusted myself off and got back on, went into canter and he bucked again and so I fell off! Owner saying he has never done that before! Still took him on and he never did buck again!
 
I advertised for a sharer for my old eventer. He's an absolute gent, been there done it & got the t.shirt. Beautifully schooled, jumps for fun, hacks alone etc He's safe but isn't a novice ride. All of which was in the ad.
I was contacted by a girl & I arranged for her to come & meet me. I was v impressed. She told me about the local yards she had ridden at having helped school polo ponies & dressage horses. She also had been reschooling a naughty pony.
Great.
I arranged for her to come & try him. She rode him in the enclosed school (just walk & trot) & seemed ok but she certainly didn't seem to display the 'schooling' that she'd said she'd done.....but I thought maybe 1st time on someone else's horse didn't want to appear too forward.
She came back the next day. Again in the enclosed arena. I noticed she was again, just doing walk & trot. I asked her to pop him into canter. After about a year of pure faffage she finally asked for canter. Horsey very sweetly popped into a lovely canter. She immediately started screaming. And I mean screaming
'STOP, STOP HE'S BOLTING WITH ME!!'
Whilst hauling at his mouth.
Poor confused horse came back to trot almost instantly.
I literally was stood open mouthed, wondering what to say, then she burst into tears saying he was terrifying & she'd never ridden anything so frightening.
I very calmly said that maybe she needed more lessons (namely so she could learn the difference between an obedient, well schooled canter & a bolt :D)
I put the horse away & thought that that would be the end of it. Except that evening I got a text from her asking if it was ok if she could take him XC schooling with her friend at the weekend :shocked:
 
Last year went to view a loan pony. He was only 14.2 and a nice looking chap and was well mannered when being groomed / tacked up etc. Lady's daughter rode him in the field first and had to kick him along and slap his shoulder with the reins to get him to trot.

I got on and struggled to even get him to walk, let alone trot :o I was so embarrassed. I did managed one lap of the very small field before politely declining saying he was a bit too laid back for what I was looking for :D
 
I went to view a gelderlander when I was looking for a 2nd horse to event. He had been used in their "riding school" and was apparently a lovely ride, could jump 1.2m and did a nice novice DR test. Lady showing him to us walked and trotted round the arena twice, got off and said "there you go then" so I though it was a bit odd but hopped on, walked and trotted round fine. He was a bit spooky at the jumps set up in the arena but not too bad, and when I asked for canter he just exploded, full on bronking down the long side back to the gate. Lady storms over and shouted that I couldn't ride and should get off now before I ruined her horse, he had "never done that before", that it was all my fault, and that I was a timewaster looking for a free ride (Despite the fact that she has seen me out competing my mare - why the F would I travel for an hour for a "free ride" when I have my horse at home??!?!) Apparently this woman is a complete and utter liar and also mentally unstable, not that I'll excuse her ridiculous behaviour!
 
My worst ever viewing was when I went to look at a "sweet and friendly 14.1hh NF pony, suitable for a novice, perfectly safe – good doer in all areas".

Drove three hours to see her because she sounded like the perfect addition to my four-legged family. First thing I notice when I get there is that she's barely past 13hh, let alone 14.1! Not being funny, I'm a tiny lightweight 18 year old that can easily still ride ponies, but it wasn't like at 6 years old she was going to get any bigger! So already feeling a little bit let down, but whatever - after spending a good hour lost in the middle of nowhere trying to find the yard, no way was I giving up and going home that easily. And then it came to handling her... The nastiest, most spoilt little mare I've ever met! Lashing out, ears back, shoving, biting jackets, refusing to be caught... And that was only how she was acting with her owner! So I braved it on, we had a chat about her (dear god she was lying through her teeth, I mean come on! "Oh well she's only a baby!" No excuse. Seen plenty of yearlings MUCH nicer than her thank you very much lady) and decided to battle (literally, believe me - still have the bruises to prove it) my way through putting her tack on. Not being funny but I wasn't having any of her behaviour! I wasn't being cruel or forceful with her but was giving as good as I got and making it perfectly clear I was in charge - owner did not like it one bit! I mean come on, and you wonder why she's like she is. She needs to be told, not just "oooh! Look she's headbutting me across the stable! How sweet! Look how much she loves me!"

And then it came to the riding - currently holding back tears just thinking about it. She started her off with some long lining (I wasn’t allowed to be any part of this – strange?) ... Cue a spectacular show of bucking, rearing and squealing as she REFUSES to do anything that involves any kind of placid movement, before taking off across the arena. Finally manages to get her working after a good half an hour. Ooh impressive, she can be long lined (eventually)! So can I ride her? That horrible air of hesitation... "Well, do you really want to?" Suppose since I'll be wanting to, yaknow, ride her, that might be for the best! "Oh, ermm... Okay, go ahead..." Should've been a warning sign? Ah, the classic p*** off b****, don't want to work, gonna lie down in the school and crush you to death. Okay, I thought, no problemo. I've dealt with this before, KICK KICK KICK, tap with a crop, GEDDONNN YOUUU, KICK KICK KICK. Really laid in to her, just like owner told me because it "always works!" Nope not having any of it! Down she goes... Last chance, do I call her bluff? Surely she won't crush me if I stay on her? Oh... Oh god! What are you doing??! Oh yeah she’s really going to do it. Runnnn. Get back on... Repeat this very same routine until I can no longer breathe and can't feel my legs any more. Advertised as good to hack alone and in company... Ask about this, can I take her out? Nope. Of course not. Hmmm, suspicious? Maybe it was for the best because I’d prefer to not break every bone in my body trying somebody else’s’ “safe” pony.

Stuck around a bit longer until I was satisfied I'd got her moving in the school without going down or throwing a fit for five minutes, and then came turn out... It took, not one, not two, but THREE of us clinging off this mad mare to get her into her paddock. She was just completely bonkers, wasn't spooking, just decided that the grass in the other paddock looked much nicer thank you very much.

Needless to say, I left exhausted, in a great deal of pain and nearly in tears. Get home, collapse, five minutes later phone rings... "Oh hi, so I was wondering whether you'd decided whether you'd like to buy my mare?" Well what do YOU think? She seemed very surprised at the outcome and still tried to defend the pony’s case! (Don’t worry, I was very polite and still wished her the best… She is still trying to contact me though.)
 
As a novice buyer, my YO had a friend bring me various horses. One gorgeous spotty warmblood was very nervous, dragged me all over and came up lame as soon as I sat on him. The in house vet just happened to be passing and diagnosed a suspensory ligament problem. :(

The next viewing was a 14hh pony (I'm about 5'10!) who the dealer's son jumped, galloped round madly then asked me to get on. Hmm. He had pony paces, I hated them!
 
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