Why Do I have Miniature Horses? That is a Good Question.

17 Jan

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Why do I have miniature horses?  That is a good question.  It just sort of happened.  We were in the market for a riding horse as a companion for our rocket-scientist, 11.3 hand riding pony.  We looked for months and finally found one we liked.  She was a tall, gray Tennessee Walker.  I shelled out $275 for a pre-purchase veterinary exam (sort of like taking a used car to the mechanic for a once-over before you buy).  Everything was going great until the vet threw his coat over the mare’s head and shone a light into her eyes.

“Cataracts,” he said, inviting me under the coat to see the cloudy haze covering her eyeballs.  She was nearly blind in both eyes.  He said she was not a good candidate for a kids’ horse due to her minimal eyesight and strong possibility of it worsening.  Due to the fact the cataracts were symmetrical and she was young, it was probably an autoimmune problem.

Disappointed, we looked for another horse.  After seeing many horses that were far from safe, sound, actually broke or looking anything like their pictures, we found a beautiful golden quarter horse named Ellie.  We fell in love.  We tried to go back and see her, but the trainer was hard to get hold of.  It was over a month before we got back to try her again.  Her feet were badly overgrown but she seemed fine otherwise.  The trainer promised her feet would be done, so we scheduled another $275 pre-purchase veterinary exam.  The horse had been moved to new location.  Her feet hadn’t been done in spite of the trainer’s promise.  Ellie came up lame going one way and the vet said it was possibly due to her bad feet, and it was possible that could be corrected.  But he couldn’t say for sure.  I could shell out more $$$ for xrays to find out more.  We passed, again disappointed.

We went to see another “great family horse” the next week.  He was half quarter horse and half Arabian. I asked the owner to get on first.  She looked at me like I was crazy and said she wasn’t getting on the horse.  My daughter climbed on and the horse tensed up and started snorting, so I pulled her off.  We passed and the owner said, “you won’t find a better horse than this.”

So on the way home we went to see a miniature horse that was listed on CL.  I could train the mini to drive, and our pony needed a companion after so many months alone.  We found Katie in a former riding stable with a huge covered arena.  She had been the stable mascot during the hey day of the riding stable.  The girls and horses were long gone, and only Katie and a couple of retired big horses remained.  Katie had no kids and no job, but lived a cushy life in a big box stall with a paddock.

We fell in love with her adorableness, her long white mane and tail and the way she handed us her feet to be checked.  So we bought her and ended up with a miniature horse.  The next one was sort of an accident, too.  But it worked out great.

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