Velvet Blackjack, but don’t tell Missy! He was jumping in the Puissance in the Dublin Horse Show a couple of weeks ago. And he was fine. And it got me thinking do we have a “type” of horse that we like?
Is it like art, or cooking or even when choosing our life partners? I think it most likely is. And, if I’m honest, I don’t like blackjack purely because he’s able to jump a MAHOOSIVE wall. I think it’s his colour, his shape, and just the way he goes.
And no, I wouldn’t RIDE him. Well maybe on a hack down the lane! But I would love him. Very much. As to be honest, as I’ve said before, a love of horses is akin to an addiction. I just love them. Watching them, feeding them, grooming them, riding them. But like everyone has their favourite tipple, I’ve my favourite type.
As anyone who follows me on any of my social channels knows- Missy is THE one. We’ve been together a long time, and we’ve had many a falling out. But when I walk in the yard and she whickers (for food). My heart melts. And all my current moods and problems melt away too. And for that hour, or two if I’m lucky, I’m in my happy place. But there have been so many others- and who doesn’t fall in love with a beautiful foal??
And I’m lucky to have a VERY understanding family. A supportive husband- apart from the “bloody horse always comes first”, to my very-tolerant-of-the-smell son, to my also addicted daughter. And because my father in law grew up on a stud farm I’m already on a winner there. I think my own parents knew that I was a goner from a VERY young age.
Horses can be companions. We trust them. In the past, people have travelled miles on them and never been let down. When you are with your horse, then you are a very contented person.