FrankieBoy
Well-Known Member
This time last year, I was in the process of buying my first horse... After having the odd loan etc, I had a rough idea of what I needed.
Im fairly chunky, and probably quite heavy and wanted something to do genral riding club activities with. Nothing to a very high standard, but a bit more than a happy hack...
I ended up buying a 17.3 westphalian warmblood that naps, bucks, rears, kicks and on the odd occasion, Bites.
Ive had him a year now, and despite his nightmareish vices love him to pieces and therefore could never sell him. But one broken ankle, a broken leg, and a broken nose later... im starting to wonder what on earth i was thinking.
My friends all bugger off to shows and im left at the yard thinking 'maybe next year ill be taking him to shows' and the prospect of jumping a clear round at 2 ft seems a long way in the distance.
I see the young girls at my yard, with their beautiful all rounder cobs, doing everything I wanted to do... and I think.
Why on earth didnt I do that =[
...Do i sound rediculous?
Im fairly chunky, and probably quite heavy and wanted something to do genral riding club activities with. Nothing to a very high standard, but a bit more than a happy hack...
I ended up buying a 17.3 westphalian warmblood that naps, bucks, rears, kicks and on the odd occasion, Bites.
Ive had him a year now, and despite his nightmareish vices love him to pieces and therefore could never sell him. But one broken ankle, a broken leg, and a broken nose later... im starting to wonder what on earth i was thinking.
My friends all bugger off to shows and im left at the yard thinking 'maybe next year ill be taking him to shows' and the prospect of jumping a clear round at 2 ft seems a long way in the distance.
I see the young girls at my yard, with their beautiful all rounder cobs, doing everything I wanted to do... and I think.
Why on earth didnt I do that =[
...Do i sound rediculous?