At one point, for about 4 years I owned a grand total of five horses, yes thats right, 5. Sadly now I only own two but nonetheless I wish they were all still with me... can't have everything you want though right? Excuse the fact that some of the photos are the wrong way round, I haven't got round to righting them yet
Shortly after buying Poppy my younger sister wanted a horse and so we got Rocky... a 14.2 hh Highland X pony... built like a bloody shit brick house T-T but he was such a character and so funny. A bit on the slow side but if you got him going he would do anything for you. Though at times he reminded me of a frog, gah when he got scared his eyes seemed to bulge or 'pop' out of his head haha so cute. His show name was Cappuccino Gold. Sadly my sister had some nasty falls off him (her own fault) and lost interest, I didn't have time to exercise all five of them and so we had to sell him, he is now happily galloping aroound the countryside, jumping hedges as a hunting pony, apparently he loves it. Not surprising as he loved chasing the other horses and racing around the fields. We had him for 6 years in total, and he was 13 when we first got him.
Quest, show name Royal Quest is a little pony we brought because my sister said she needed a faster horse than Rocky... fair enough... however Thyme was just a bit too fast to say the least so we went on a search and found this little beauty. He is such a pretty Gelding. Lovely jumper, we placed in several showjumping events and dressage, he had a lovely gait. Sadly he was a rescue, as was Thyme. Quest had been originally found abandoned in the previous owners field and she looked after him until we brought him. He is a 13.2 hh Welsh section C X Arabian Pony. Lovely little chestnut thing. Sadly due to my sister loosing interest we gave him away to a nice new home, hope he is happy.
The Next one really upsets me to write, T-T. Ever since I first had Poppy, we have always known this pony and he was old. When we moved from the first yard he was given to us for retirement and gladly we took him on. Owen, the 14.1hh Icelandic pony, Show Name was Oberon. Before we found out that the owner had rescued him, we are not sure where from but it must of been bad, since if you touched his legs he would freak out, a select few would be able to touch them and also bring him in from the field, myself being one of them. You always knew something was wrong because he would let anyone pick his feet up if they hurt. We owned him for a grand total of 5 years in that time my niece took him on rides and we even showed him. Him won the veteran classes against horses who were less than half his age. Bless him he moved beautifully and had no ailments such as arthiritus etc. Sadly, on January 1st 2009 Owen was put down, I did not agree with the act. He was getting old and dodderly and also his vision was beginning to fade to the point where he couldn't see where he was going in the dark and used to walk into the stable walls. Plus the fact that the new yard we were moving to wouldn't allow him on the yard, saying that the other horses would pick on him and hurt him (I really doubt it). Not even the horse retirement homes and rescue centres could take him, being fully to the brim at the time and so we had no choice but to put him down. I was made to hold the lead rope and stood petting him the entire time. It really upset me, I will openly admit. I miss him so much, he was my lovely fluffy teddy-bear. R.I.P Owen <3 Died age 42
Here are some more photos of poppy, Thyme... even one of Milo (a friends horse and Thyme) plus a one showing part of my rosette collection.
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