My human asked if she’s allowed to post on my blog.
Well, I figured, since she feeds me, it might be a good idea to let her. We wouldn’t want the food to stop coming, right? I can’t get the tub open with my hooves, which is very annoying.
I asked her to tell us about the horses who owned her before me. Yes, she’s had two previous owners, and I know nothing about them. God knows what they taught her.
So, I’ll ask her questions. We can’t let her loose by herself just yet.
Were you ever owned by another horse?
I was. Two, in fact. And a few borrowed me.
We’re they as stunningly handsome as I am?
In their own way. Of course, nothing is as handsome as you. *whispers* (Or as arrogant.)
Why, thank you. Now, these horses, who were they?
The first one was a Shetland pony stallion named Poly.
When I got too big for him, I was taken over by a Haflinger mare named Winni.
There were a few other memorable horses I have known in that time, but they
weren’t mine didn’t own me.
Tell me more about the stallion.
Poly allegedly had the same birthday as me. When I was little, I believed that.
Now…I think my parents lied to me.
He was a terror. An absolute menace. He was much smaller than you, 11h tops, but he thought he’s about the size of a Shire horse. Actually, I think he thought he was a T-Rex. He ate anything that wasn’t agile enough to get away from him. And if you happened to evade his teeth, he would lay traps.
Poly was a carnivore.
He ate meat?!
Yes, he did. He stole ham sandwiches, dug burned sausages out of campfires, and would have your arm off, if you didn’t move it fast enough away from his teeth. A particular favorite was raw drowned mouse. Don’t ask. It wasn’t pretty.
How…unique. You’re not going to start supplementing my diet with raw mice, are you?
No worries on that front. *hands over an apple*
*Still chewing* What about the second one? A mare, was it?
Yes, Winni. She was a Haflinger and she was 3 years old when we met.
She was in a bad way. Not health wise, but mentally. She’d been with 15 owners before I got her, and she was only little.
She bit, kicked, reared and bucked.
By the time she went to live with a girl in a wheelchair (about ten years later), she was the sweetest thing you could ever meet. (PS – the girl in the picture is my friend Sanne, not the new owner.)
They did very well together and she passed away in her field at the age of 31. She just went to sleep in the sunshine, and never woke up.
*blinks rapidly* Oh.
Yeah, that was nice for her. I still miss her, and Poly too. He went to the rainbow bridge in his own way. Ran out into his field one sunny morning, stopped – and was gone. Just like that.
I couldn’t wish for a better way, for both of them. No suffering, and peaceful.
*clears throat* You said some horses borrowed you?
Yeah, they did. The first was Poppy, who was a black cob mare. She lived not far from you.
But she moved to be with some kids, and I didn’t see her anymore.
Another was Willow, who was a sweet little chestnut Welsh B mare. You’d have liked her.
I know all about you and those redheads…
Limboing under fences? Really?
That was only one time, and–
Sure it was. I know about your jam sandwich fetish as well. Raspberry, wasn’t it?
Err… Well, if they leave the stuff lying around–
Not what I was told.
Not tellin’. I have sources.
We were talking about the horses who borrowed you. Not me and chestnut mares. Was there another?
Chestnut mare? No.
Not–nevermind. Next horse?
You know the next horse. It was Jack, the bay cob at the first yard I took you to.
He was the one I hung out with, just before
I got you came to me.
So you always had horses around?
No, I wish I had, but when I moved from Germany to England, I had to let Winni go. There was nowhere for her to live, and I didn’t have a horse for 20 years.
Until you. And the borrowed ones.
Aww. You must have been very lonely.
It was okay, but something was missing.
I’m all better now.
Well. I will be, when you quit following me around.
I’m being friendly!
*raises brow* You’re a stalker. I can’t go anywhere, do anything, without you watching me.
Of course I watch you. There are monsters out there!
Crocodiles and sharks in puddles?
Did you know you snore?
Talk to the butt.