What made you interested in your current horse that led you to buying them in the first place?
I never horse-shopped. I wasn't in the market. I was in the most fucked-up place in my life.
Duke, the 17.3 Selle Francais who took me to the 3' division, had died. Archie had meandered into my life and I knew I wanted him, but I certainly wasn't in the place to buy a horse. I was in college, working part-time (for the first time ever! I'd worked full-time since I graduated high school.), I'd just dumped my psychopath fiancé and agreed to keep the apartment that we had, which I couldn't afford. I'd put the ownership idea on hold because I was sure that it wasn't going to happen, that someone else was going to snatch up Archie.
|I'm 99% sure that this is the first photo of Archie and me, yanked off fb. I was telling my brother of my plans to buy him, thus the defensive posture. December, 2005.|
I remet my now-husband and things in my life started looking up. Better job, a tiny bit more comfortable financially, and someone sensible to help keep me in line.
On April 25th, 2006, a woman making a left-hand turn out of a Zaxby's cut me off and totaled my car.
I borrowed my aunt's first car, a 1986 Toyota Corolla hatchback, for eighteen months until I could afford something better. And I used the money from the insurance company to put a down on Archie. My BM agreed to let me make monthly payments and work off most of his board. There would have been no way otherwise that I could have had him. I still thank her about once a year.
So it was never that I wanted a horse. I could have held off for a few more years and kept taking lessons and maybe even half-leased something. But it was Archie. It was that first step in trot, when we naturally synched up and I knew, absolutely knew, that he was it. I'd ridden hundreds of horses, several that were far better movers, and tons that knew so much more and were a hundred percent more agreeable. But it was him. It was like some part of him finally answered a call I didn't know I made, a longing I didn't know I had. A void.
Certainly didn't hurt that he was a tall, dreamy bay gelding, athletic and challenging.