Like most little girls all I ever wanted was a pony of my own to love, ride and spoil. That dream did not come true until I was sixteen and worked for two summers to buy my own horse. A horse I wish I had today for my daughter to ride. Yet the dream of a pony persisted in to my adult years.
Even after having several horses of my own my heart would not give up the dream of a tiny, fuzzy, pony face in my pasture. So when my daughter was born the dream burst full color. I now had a reason, a real reason to buy a pony. The one I really wanted was an older, been everywhere, grey mare. I ended up with a too sensitive, chestnut, pony, mare. I often called her the devil's trifecta.
Sadly my daughter, while she loves the horses, isn't in to riding to the levels that I am. It took me two years to finally find the perfect next home for my daughter's pony. Yet I still worry that they won't give her the time or the patience she needs to really excel. I worry that she will end up at a run down auction, scared and alone. Don't mistake me. The home I chose for Tara is excellent but the worry doesn't cease.
I am incredibly sad today because I led the pony on to the big shipper's trailer last night and settled her in with her two traveling companions. I'm sad because the dream of the pony I always wanted is gone. Yes I have the loveliest Belgian Warmblood mare and an equally lovely Belgian Warmblood/Section D Welsh mare that will probably be my husband's trail partner provided Roo gains back her brain cells when she goes to the professional trainer next spring.
I'm bringing Remmy along on my own with help now and then from professional trainers. I love her more than words and truly believe that Roo came in to my life so that Remmy would find her way to me.
I'm hoping to take her to a local schooling show, just to walk around in the costume class, provided Remmy keeps her calm, level headed demeanor.
Keep it between the flags.
