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My first was Nother Butter. He was a tennesee walking horse (non show quality) that my great uncle gave to my Mom before I was born. When I was just a baby Mom got an extra big saddle and I would ride in front of her. At the time we used to joke about how silly and bad he was, but now I have a completely different perspective of what a “bad horse” is. Lol. I think he just had more quirks like sloshing his water with his entire head. When I grew too big for that Mom got me a Shetland pony “Betsy” I believe. She was sweat, but came with a non sweet one. Take both or leave both kind of a thing. But she didn’t care when we specifically told them that we would just sell him. Mom and nother butter ponied Betsy and on trail rides. I was very young when she died. After that at some point was Ghost. Navajo Indian pony someone on my step dads side of the family gave to me. He was a really really neat pony. Didn’t matter what speed we were going he wanted to be going faster. Even a nice hand gallop wasn’t fast enough for him. At the time I considered him bad, but then I made him behave. He would never do anything to hurt me. He was 20+. He was more sure footed than a mountain goat. Not even really exaggerating. We went some crazy places. Bareback I might add. He was also a cute little jumper. He was grey. I might have an FB pic I can link later.

Somewhere in there was Sammy. But I don’t remember her much. She was full sized dark bay horse. Also there was Peanut. She was my first broodmare, but was not cut out to be a momma.... none of her foals made it to adulthood.

And I’ve already gone way past the 1st horse. Lol. But still have a few I want to share. Lol. Can’t wait to hear other people’s stories

I didnt own my first horse til I was 22. Her name was Cinnamon N' Spice. She was a 12.3 hand racking pony. She was built like a tank. I trained her myself and broke her out myself. She gave me 3 beautiful foals. Her first was a mule colt named lightning. Her 2nd was by Sky my registered APHA stud. Her filly name was Cinnamons Fox. Then her last foal is Caddo Cinnamon. Both Fox and Caddo are full siblings.
We rode trail for 6 years together. Last I heard she is now a hunter jumper pony for kids in Florida. She is never far from my mind and heart. Her color is how she got her name. A deep sorrel color with white hairs throughout her body. She had 3 white stockings. Her son Caddo is roaning out like her.

I was 8 and we were living in Maine at the time. I remember when my dad got the letter from Grandpa. They had decided to move and retire in Florida, the rest of our family living in California. They had bought 40 acres and wanted the entire family to move out there and create a little farm. I remember laying in bed listening to mom and dad talking about it in the living room. I was already horse crazy but the idea of now having a place to actually keep a horse for an 8 yr old little girl was a dream. I asked mom for a coffee can so I could save up. She told me to pray while I saved and reminded me that God asks us to be specific. So I started saving and praying for a white and brown spotted horse. That Christmas Grandpa sent another letter, this time with pictures included. He and grandma had bought the grand kids two horses that were waiting for us in Florida on the new family farm. Both were Quarter horse/Thoroughbreds. The one named Coco was a brown flea bitten mare. She was the answer to my prayers. She became my close friend through the years. I would wake up before the sun just so I could ride her before going to school. She was an ex-schooling horse. She knew it all. She even knew how to do what I call the high stepping parade prance. I would just lay on her back, bare back, no reins, hold on tight, ask her to jump the pasture fence, and encourage her and she would give everything she had running full out until I told her whoa. Running through the yard would shake our mobile home and wake my mom who was convinced she would find me dead in the yard if I ever fell off. I did fall off a few times but every time she would drop her butt and stop on a dime, turn around and look at me like "what are you doing down there?" She lived to be well over 20 and died on my birthday. To this day we don't know what from. She was perfect the day before and then down and gone in the middle of the night. I will never forget that horse.

Those are beautiful photos.

My mom would literally rock me to sleep on horseback on her old gelding Buckwheat from the time I was 6 weeks old. He was her horse, but all of us kids rode him when we were small. He was a been there done that kinda fella. He passed away when I was maybe three. I rode any horse my parents would let me on, we had alot to choose from. When they wouldn't put me on one I found a way to get up there on my own and give my mother all kinds of heart attacks. My first horse I remember specifically for me was a little chestnut with a flaxen mane Shetland we named Shorty. He was an old man and mostly starved when we got him, I was about four, daddy had him out by the barn giving him his first good meal and grooming he'd had in a while, I didn't know I was getting a pony so I was completely surprised to run outside and see him. He was a stubborn little turd once he got all fat and sassy and we definitely gave each other a run for our money. He lived to the ripe old age of 38 and was well loved.

I've been horse crazy since before I can remember. My parents remember me being barely 3 years old, looking out the window Christmas morning and crying because Santa didn't bring me the only thing I asked for: a horse. I never got to take lessons or anything like that, but i never "grew out" of the horse crazy phase. I was 21 when I saw a "free horse" add in the paper. It was an Arabian, my favorite breed, and was free to approved home. I asked my dad if I could have him. He said yes, although he admitted later he didn't think the owner would give him to me.

Anyway, I call the number and the lady lives only 7 miles away. I go to meet her and the horse. The first time I saw him, i fell on love. He was sleek and shiny, strong but slim with that classic old bloodline Arabian face. His name was NL Haltanny, a 1988 blood bay minimal sabino Arabian stallion. To my joy and my dad's suprise, we were approved. We didnt even have a fence on our property! So we put up a fence and she brought him over.

He was the most well behaved horse I've ever seen. He was 20, but he didn't look or act it. He was so careful about where he put his feet that you could handle him barefoot (yes, i did it, no I don't reccomend). Anyone could lead him past mares in season and all he did was walk proudly, neck arched, tail flagged, with a spring in his step. He never pulled or pushed. I could drop his lead or rein and he wouldn't move more than a step or two, eating grass. He could be ridden bitless, bridless and bareback. I could lead him without a leadline by walking at his shoulder and giving verbal commands. Disabled and autistic children could brush or lead him without worry.

Once, he was in with a couple other horses. One was a big, bossy AQH, the other a Saddlebred. I was in the pasture, i had just turned Hal loose, and the other two horses were up by the gate as well. The big AQH wanted the Saddlebred to move, but i guess they didn't move fast enough, because Luckey turned to kick with both hind legs. The Saddlebred moved out of the way, missing getting kicked. Hal took a step to move, but stopped. He took both hind hooves to the shoulder. I didn't realize until it was over that if he had moved, i would have been the one to get kicked - probably in the chest. I whole heartedly believe he knew i would have been injured, so he stayed.

There will never be another like him.

I've never owned a horse, though I've had free access to several over the years. Talking about first horses always brings to mind Royal Velvet, but he happened well into my teen years and was less mine than most. I got to show him for three years, and he did well. He'd do anything I asked. I think the one that was most mine was Jed. He was a huge black beast so looked really scary, but wanted nothing more than a patch of grass and cuddles. As a young adult his barn was my favorite place in our yard.

I still have my first horse. I was never allowed to get a horse whilst I was under the age of 18 so I bought my own after my 18th birthday. He is a arab cross stockhorse and I have had him ever since (5 years). He was my first ever breaker too.

First horse that was actually mine was an 8 year old Appaloosa mare. Per her papers she was red roan blanketed appy, but by the time she was 8 anyone looking at her would swear she was a white few spotted leopard :)) Her registered name was Goer Maid (might be off on the spelling and the whole name it's been years) and she was the last known mare out of an Appaloosa Champion stud named Ten-X.
I called her Angel, she had her quirks, when I first got her I'd have to play a game of tag in the pasture to catch her but by the time I no longer owned her she would come to greet me in the pasture. I loved her and then a girl at the new barn I boarded her at ruined her when she was about 11.
She'd been begging and pleading with me to sell my mare for a year. I firmly said no, this girl is extremely heavy handed and has ruined most the horses she's ridden. I went off for a couple weeks to summer camp and then on a mission trip. I come back and suddenly the girl isn't asking to buy my mare and now anytime I ask for anything more than a trot she does her best representation of being a bronc. Mind you this is a horse I got to practice vaulting on at horse camp and have never had any issue like this with her. I stubbornly kept trying to work with her, had vets check her out, saddle refitted. nothing was wrong that should have caused the behavior change. The only thing I could conclude was the girl rode her without my permission while I was at camp. She finally threw me one too many times, I dislocated my hip at a horse show and my dad said she had to go.
So I put out listings for her and end up getting a call from the original owner of Ten X and boy did he have a story!
Turns out she had actually been stolen by her dams owner from him, she was supposed to have been half the stud fee to use Ten-X on a couple of their mares but the lady took off with all the foals. He couldn't believe it when he saw my ad. We confirmed his ownership of Ten X and I discussed it with my parents and we ended up just giving her to him. Last I heard a little neighbor girl had fallen in love with her her parents had money so they leased her and sent her off for 6 months solid professional training and she was back to being the mare I first got, competing in gymkhanas and such. More than likely she's passed on by now or shes in her mid 30s these days.
So that's the story of my first horse.

My first horse and only horse I own.
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I was looking for months for a project horse in my area, but nothing I liked, I then spotted bosh, boring bay, Anglo Arab, 5 hours away, free to good home, Nah I said too far, that night I could not stop thinking about this horse, stuff it I said I'll message her. She said maybe she will call me in a few days to discuss it further, I start looking at transport cost my budget was $500 travel costs 800+ I might have to tell her no.

She eventually got around to calling me and she declared it's between me and one other girl. I explained my travelling problems but will sort it out if she says yes. Couple more days pass she calls me back to declare bosh can come to me, no rush for transport. A few days after that a transport company calls me. We can pick up that horse for you this weekend for $490 of course I said yes, I called his owner and let her know.

I swear it was the longest wait of my life!! It took 4 days for him to arrive and the tears that fulled my eyes when I laid eyes on him, I would never be able to sell him on. He is nothing shy of beautiful.

Bosh had basic training, and bred for endurance. This month marks 3 years with him, he now knows liberty, basic hack, sporting, cattle work, and excels at jumping

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