Post by bapuppydog on Dec 5, 2006 17:38:10 GMT -5
So I have a funny story on how I got my horse. I think most people have better stories than they like to think. I was hoping people would post up their stories here.
So first let me start off with Pierre, my 9 y/o warmblood. Hes kinda a dork but thats okay we love him anyway. So here is how I got my horse...
We were importing a stallion from Europe and he was supposed to arrive on a monday. On the sunday before, we recieved a phone call that his plane came in early and that he was finally here. We were excited on his early arrival and quickly rushed to the airport. Well we were all psyched to finally meet the horse in person (only my dad had seen him at that point - he was still in Europe looking at another stallion) and we were waiting behind the gait for them to lead him out to were we could load him up and take him home. The horse they led out was a chesnut horse with a white blaze who stood about 16 hands tall. He was a gorgous thing with white socks and a deep shoulder and perfect conformation. We thought we were all set to go and we walked over to the man. He told us that the horse (whose name was Luka) was extremly easy to handle and flew beautifully. He seemed so calm as we walked him around and allowed him to graze. He had already been through quarentine and all that was left was to sign him out of the airport's care.
Well we got him home easily and placed him in his stall for the night. He didnt bother any of our mares or attack our stallions as many of the other stallions do. Instead he just followed behind us and walked into his stall quietly. He was really calm the next morning and my mom said it would be okay for me to take him outside and get him used to the place, as long as I was careful and kept him away from the stallions and mares.
He was so well behaved that my mom let me ride him. Two weeks passed and finally my dad came home. I was excited to show him that I could ride a stallion. The next morning my dad was grooming him when he said that we had the wrong horse. I was quite confused and walked over to him. He pointed out that Luka was not actually Luka. He wasn't even a fully intact stallion. Basically, they sent us the wrong horse. Well sending a horse back is quite expensive and I had grown attatched the the little guy so my father said that we could keep him if I took care of him.
We contacted the livery where we purchased Luka from and they said that they had placed Pierre (we learned his name from the owners) in Luka's box. The stable boys didnt notice the difference becasue Pierre was also for sale so taking him to the airport to ship out was no big deal. My dad purchased Pierre and they shipped Luka to us for free! Now Pierre is my horse and he is as sweet as the first day he arrived. We do hunters and three day eventing, my little horse that could. Luka finally arrived, as wild and fiery and intact as a stallion. Were sure. We checked this time.
So first let me start off with Pierre, my 9 y/o warmblood. Hes kinda a dork but thats okay we love him anyway. So here is how I got my horse...
We were importing a stallion from Europe and he was supposed to arrive on a monday. On the sunday before, we recieved a phone call that his plane came in early and that he was finally here. We were excited on his early arrival and quickly rushed to the airport. Well we were all psyched to finally meet the horse in person (only my dad had seen him at that point - he was still in Europe looking at another stallion) and we were waiting behind the gait for them to lead him out to were we could load him up and take him home. The horse they led out was a chesnut horse with a white blaze who stood about 16 hands tall. He was a gorgous thing with white socks and a deep shoulder and perfect conformation. We thought we were all set to go and we walked over to the man. He told us that the horse (whose name was Luka) was extremly easy to handle and flew beautifully. He seemed so calm as we walked him around and allowed him to graze. He had already been through quarentine and all that was left was to sign him out of the airport's care.
Well we got him home easily and placed him in his stall for the night. He didnt bother any of our mares or attack our stallions as many of the other stallions do. Instead he just followed behind us and walked into his stall quietly. He was really calm the next morning and my mom said it would be okay for me to take him outside and get him used to the place, as long as I was careful and kept him away from the stallions and mares.
He was so well behaved that my mom let me ride him. Two weeks passed and finally my dad came home. I was excited to show him that I could ride a stallion. The next morning my dad was grooming him when he said that we had the wrong horse. I was quite confused and walked over to him. He pointed out that Luka was not actually Luka. He wasn't even a fully intact stallion. Basically, they sent us the wrong horse. Well sending a horse back is quite expensive and I had grown attatched the the little guy so my father said that we could keep him if I took care of him.
We contacted the livery where we purchased Luka from and they said that they had placed Pierre (we learned his name from the owners) in Luka's box. The stable boys didnt notice the difference becasue Pierre was also for sale so taking him to the airport to ship out was no big deal. My dad purchased Pierre and they shipped Luka to us for free! Now Pierre is my horse and he is as sweet as the first day he arrived. We do hunters and three day eventing, my little horse that could. Luka finally arrived, as wild and fiery and intact as a stallion. Were sure. We checked this time.
