I tell you what, losing this one broke my heart a little.
Turned out when the stable owner went to bit her up she got very stubborn, and much training ensued.
Then in the arena she tried to get a one rein stop and the mare just kept circling.
"No, no, she's more greenbroke than I was told," she said.
This one comes right up to you, wants to be with you, wants to sniff everything and with all the goings on, never spooked.
But I don't need a green horse.
And it just breaks my heart because her personality was perfect.
I feel like I'm that person at the restaurant who orders off the menu, then proceeds to modify the entire meal.
I didn't think I was that picky, but this process is teaching me that having any standards is being picky.
And I found out this morning that the gorgeous buckskin was sold.
So I'm BACK to ZERO.
oh darlin. Did you HAVE to break my heart?