This blog is for horse owners, and those who want to become one. There are 1000 good reasons to buy a horse, but you should never forget that: First, it is different and, secondly, you think.
A Momentous Encounter
You can not imagine anything better. If you could finally call a horse your own, the world would be so much better: you would no longer have to hope that your riding instructor will give you your secret favorite, you could ride whenever and wherever you want, you would finally have someone who Always listening to them, without ever having to talk back and nudging you with understanding, you should be sad. You would come to the stable in the morning and your friend for life would happily neigh you, if you came home from work in the evening, you were riding toward the sunset with your hair blowing.
Did you feel the same way when you thought about getting a horse? Well, it was just these dreams that accompanied me from childhood on.
I used to spend every free minute in the stable, hugging and tending whatever horse I was assigned to, and enjoying every second on horseback. As good as the time was, there was a downer. The sudden happiness was always interrupted when my oh-so-beloved foster horse was suddenly for sale and some uncouth guy finally took it with them, never to return. Another time it happened - and I still can not say what the true story is behind it - that my school pony, on whose back I had won so many stubble field races and with whom I had struck out golden bows in front of big horse horsemen, suddenly had disappeared. Rumors circulated that it had been sold to another stable, others said
So you can imagine: When I started riding again in my mid-20s, I was traumatized. Not as far as riding was concerned, but rather deep in my subconscious mind, anchoring the fear that I might fall in love with a horse that I would sooner lose more painfully. So I bravely stuck to the school horses assigned to me and enjoyed the time on their backs - without ever giving room for thought: "That's it! I'll never give you back! "
Until that day, when I discovered this petite, beautiful chestnut mare in the stable. She stood there, looking at me with her big dark eyes and tapping the hoof impatiently on the box door, after the motto: "Finally stroke me!" And there it was again, this feeling that I had never wanted to allow again: I was in love, straight away, without even knowing what horse it was, who it was or where it came from!
When I found out in my research that the mare was just three years old, just came from the pasture and should now be ridden to later serve as a school horse, it had finally happened to me: I announced immediately that I absolutely wanted to book a riding partnership on the mare, as soon as it was possible. I was sure: She was my horse and we belonged together! A momentous decision, as it turns out later
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