I am (constantly) reminded by those around me that, when we were horse shopping I didn't even want to go see Gray Brad because I was wholly uninterested.
But I was talked into it, and after another hour in the car, when we saw the (small, unmuscled) gray gelding in the cross ties, I rolled my eyes and chalked it up to a waste of time.
Even when I first rode him I didn't have a breakthrough "this is my heart horse" moment.
I mean, his face was cute, but there were some awkward angles - and he was pretty small, and there was ZERO sign of the big sweeping gaits that Prair had spoiled me with.
He was, however - extremely kind.
And cute as hell over the fences.
So, he came home, was dubbed Windsor - and the rest is history.
After eight months in a new program (and a LOT of flatwork) - he's changing shape, filling out and looking a bit more magical