I try really, really hard not to share other people's stories on this blog, because being at the same barn as me isn't the same as consenting to having your story told. But this requires just a tiny bit of vague history.
My trail buddy is a retired hunter/jumper A trainer. She had a barn back where she came from. She sold all of her ponies and moved south. A student who bought a pony recently contacted her to see if she could babysit said pony for a couple months. A couple months turned into several months.
Trail buddy invited me to hop on this new pony after our weekly trail ride and jump a little bit. He just arrived earlier this week.
So, now, lemme officially introduce Ox, my half-lease. :)
You read that right. MY HALF LEASE!!!!!!!
|Yeah, no. I didn't take any better photos. But I will!|
Here's what I know about his history:
He's the result of PMU. His breeding is unknown. A trainer that trail buddy knows bought a shipment of foals and Ox was one of those. He went to a college for their equestrian program and the cowboy son of the trainer was dared to jump him 3'. He soared over it like a natural and that cowboy transitioned into a jumper. He's got a giant CT branded into his butt cheek and trail buddy likes to tell people that he's a Canadian Trakehner and giggle silently. He's a chestnut with four socks and a blaze and feathers. He's built like a brick shit house and incredibly wide but still comfortable. He's somewhere around 15 years old. He rode like he was around 16 hands, but he took the leg so well and felt so solid that I'm not even sure. He has historically been able to jump 4 feet. He's fox hunted.
Taking advantage of trail buddy's knowledge, she's agreed to supervise the first few rides on him. This was my third time jumping since Archie's diagnosis in November. I'm fugly as hell. But with this guy. I can be brave and I can work on myself.
My plan is to ride Archie the same amount per week. I'll add rides on Ox three times of week. And hopefully still hop on Big G once or twice a week. To quote Big G's mom: a jumper, a gaited pony, and King Archie. Does life get any better?