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Post by medwinatswpa on Jun 6, 2007 7:51:36 GMT
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Post by janekiln on Jun 6, 2007 11:57:43 GMT
I have an ancient 12hh pony who wasnt very well treated before we got her. The skin and bones pony, aka dog food,lol, turned out to be one of the best ponies ive ever ridden and the most amazing jumper! (she jumps the 3ft fence from stand still), she was amazing with kids but had a thing against "bigger" riders (we know she came from a riding school where the older kids made her gallop up and down the field constantly) so she'd constantly take the micky out of me and any time she saw a jump she'd be off at it. The scariest was when she made a bee line for a 3ft 6 jump I cried so bloody much and would she stop would she hell! and over she went, needles to say i got right off and balled my eyes out lol. She is incredibally nervous to handle but once you have a kid on board her shes very placid. Which changed when i got on,lmao she was a mini racer when i got on. I made the decision to reitire her in 2005 and now shes a very fluffy field ornament who causes havok by jumping the electric fence, taking strops and generally being cheeky, but she is fantastic for keeping jinty the accident prone pony in check!!
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Post by suneagle on Jun 6, 2007 13:00:59 GMT
well everyone knows my boy and i chat about him alot anyways.
but my friends tb lived to the ripe age of 34years who was put down a couple of months ago, but last year he was still taking off round 2ft 9 - 3ft XC courses, still hard to keep behind the huntmaster out hunting but only did 1/2 season last year 1st time in his life! normally he would do show jumping affiliated, showing, dressage, XC, hunting all year round with out a break if he was off work he was like a ticking timebomb when you got back on him...
he was run to ride and SO different to my old man...
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poppy
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Post by poppy on Jun 6, 2007 13:51:38 GMT
My old boy was called Simon. I had had a really bad accident on a welsh Sec D, and somewhat lost my confidence, Simon came along at the right time, he was about 28 then, but boy did he help me to feel better about riding, he really took care of me and never put a foot wrong. We really did coddle him though, he had special,old peoples food, special joint supplement, was never left out in the cold and rain, and always rugged up. His end came quite suddenly, well one day and very poorly the next, he was put down in the field amongst all of his friends, so that he thought his routine was as normal. He was then 34, and I still miss him very much, I hope Simon that at last I have made a fitting tribute to a gentle , kind old man.
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