I enjoy Facebook like many people do. I saw an ad posted for a safe, quiet Arabian mare and instantly thought that she might be wonderful for my friend's therapeutic riding center.
The horses there primarily are Arabians, Morgans, and Morabs (Arabian/Morgan), so another Arabian would fit in perfectly.
The horses there primarily are Arabians, Morgans, and Morabs (Arabian/Morgan), so another Arabian would fit in perfectly.
So my friend & I set a date, met up, and went to the farm to see Madison.
She was a doll to ride. Went everywhere I posted her quietly and was just easy going about standing around while the trainer and I chatted.
The farm where Madison was kept is also a busy facility, both training show horses as well as foaling out mares. Who could resist a trip to go see the foals?
So we wandered up to see the mares & foals. We also went through the paddock to see a Quarter Horse gelding for sale that might be of possibly interest to my friend's lesson student.
While I was walking through the paddock, this older grey mare kept walking up and putting her head on my shoulder. I scratched her, petted her, gave her some attention and tried looking at the Quarter Horse.
She was relentless.
She tried sucking up to my friend as well.
So, an offer was made and somehow two sweet Arabian mares made their way to the farm. There is still a bit of a joke about the "extra" horse, since it certainly wasn't in the plan to buy a 20 year old (!), but sometimes horses pick you.