The most important, nay - most entertaining is definitely the recap of our trip down to see the Big Black Mare last weekend. I'm so very thankful that The Boy seems to enjoy these horsey escapades. God bless him for thinking that a 3 hour drive in the rain, punctuated by a pit stop for bad Subway Sandwiches and an hour + standing in a freezing barn sounds like a "fun Sunday."
When we finally pulled in (after a few attempts to find the right driveway, part of me was hoping that there would be some fatal flaw (terrible feet, crooked gaits or something as tragic as a puny forelock or tail...) that would allow my terrified checkbook to breathe a sigh of relief, much as I always hope I will somehow magically prefer the cheaper boots, or knock-off sweater... But, true to my unfortunate nature - once again, I seemed to really enjoy the object of obvious quality. (dammit).
Aside from still being pretty out of shape (and having a bit of her baby belly left), Big Black Mare was adorable. Great legs, great feet (did I mention she is and always has been barefoot?), and a great disposition. I pinched and poked and prodded her, with nothing more than a quizzical look from her Giant Eyeballs. Her Trainer had just gotten back form a weekend away with a few of the hunters in the barn, so Big Black Mare hadn't been ridden in 3 days, which (honestly) is how I prefer to see a horse for the first time.
There was no lunging, just a few laps leading her around the ring at the walk before Trainer got on. Mare was quiet, but forward. Striding out and tracking up immediately. No squeals, no hippity-hopping, no naughtiness at all. We watched her go for about 15 minutes and aside from looking like a LOT of horse to put together (she is not a tiny mare), she looked great. Very soft in her working and medium gaits, supple both directions, willing with her leg yields, half passes, shoulder and haunches in..
Then I got on.
She is a BIG lady. I haven't been on something with that much movement in a long time - and I think it showed. It took me a bit to get situated and feel like I had actual control of my body, but once I got myself pulled together (mostly), things started falling into place. Or at least, I stopped inhibiting her trying to be a good girl.
My initial instinct was to clamp down and get her trot to something that felt "manageable" but then I figured out that her "huge, rushing stride" wasn't actually rushing at all... she was just covering some GROUND, and it would be polite of me to stop choking her in the process....
|less choking, but still not helping her much...|
|firing on almost all cylinders...(I might be grinning)|
Can you tell I like her?
Before my heart runs away with my money... it's time for a pro/con list:
- Seems sane.
- Moves like a cloud
- She's on "sale"
- Great Feet
- Has her Elite status (other people like her x-rays)
- Proven Broodmare (with pretty babies)
- Been to a few big shows no problem
- Never lame, never sick
- my saddle fits!
- She's CUTE
- She's coming 7, with not a lot of training on her
- Feels a bit like driving a limo
- Even on sale, she's spendy
- There's no way she'll fit in my trailer
- She's out of shape... have to guess what happens when she's in shape..
- I already have a horse. and P will be PISSED
Then... If that's a flying pass? I think I'll have a hard time walking away. She's pretty adorable.
I am still trying to get up to Canada next week to see those Geldings... I'd like to see them as a comparison (if nothing else). But The Boy seems pretty stuck on this Big Black Mare too... Thoughts? am I insane???