steal, I was the same way. I always wanted a young horse that I could break myself. I only once brought a horse that was already broke and did not like it. I used the wrong bit once and lost all control of it. I never got on it's back again, sold it in a few weeks. If you break your own horse from a colt, you know it ! You know what it is going to do... most of the time. I liked the spirit of a young horse and I liked knowing what to expect.
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I never got to fully break one myself - the ASB culture usually has one person in the barn that breaks all the young horses. I'd have had to go through the pseudo-apprenticeship that ASB trainers do to get that chance. Or, own my own stable.
But, I was trusted enough to occasionally be asked to exercise other people's horses that had only had a saddle on their back once or twice. And, my own horses were rarely what you would call broke, if you get my drift.
My all-time favorite was a three-gaited filly that we got as a green-broke two-year-old. I rode her some as a two-year-old and her under saddle training was left almost entirely in my hands as a three-year-old because my trainer didn't 'like' her, and frankly, she performed better for me. She was like riding a firecracker and needed a patient and very calm rider, which he wasn't. Honestly, I'm not usually as patient as she needed either, but there was just something about her. We really clicked. We sold her as a junior mare after showing very well together and I still regret it.
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Very interesting question! Over my lifetime, I have had 4 poodles, counting my Callie, who is now 2 years old. And yes, I loved horses since I was 5 years old. When I was 14, I worked at a pony farm and gave pony rides, belonged to a horse club and 4H. When I was 16, I had earned enough to buy my own horse, a palomino mare who I had for 3 years until I went to college. When I was married, I had a Morgan/Quarterhorse and a Quarterhorse, and a pony and a burro and a poodle! Unfortunately, I have a bad back and can't ride any more. But I have my poodle!
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We raised Quarter Horses, in Pauls valley, Oklahoma. As for my favorite horse, was Yeager. Big Black Q.H. from the King ranch in Texas. He was 17 hands high. Then there was Ginger, brand 3up, 3down,out of a ranch in New Mexico. Got married, went to the Air Force, Dad Passed away, Mom sold the ranch, that was as ther say, that.
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I had a large pony when I was a girl (I think he was 14H) and I don't remember the "mix" that he was, and when I got to my teens I had two quarter horses. First an older red gelding, and then my last horse I got when she was a 3 year old. She was all black. I rode her for about three years, and then one day she just kinda...went crazy? I don't really know what happened, but I was getting ready to brush and tack her and she just went ballistic. She was charging people, and she ran down the gelding and kicked him and stomped him until he died.
She carried on like that for the rest of the week whenever she would see another living soul (goat, dog, human, cow, etc).
I have not ridden since, and I remain a little afraid of horses to this day.
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I'm so envious of those of you who had good and fulfilling horse experiences.
Like many young girls, I was smitten with horses since childhood. Finally, at long last, I was a grown up, married, comfortable financially, and could make my dreams come true and actually have one. I started out right, taking lessons both English and Western, learning to care for horses, buying and reading all the books as well as doing all the hands-on stuff at the barns that I could.
But then, things went terribly wrong. In the buying process, I made some mistakes, listened to my trainer too much, didn't listen to her enough, and, long story short, ended up with a horse who turned out to be one of the most expensive and heartbreaking lessons of my life. My chest still tightens up when I think of those days, so I won't go into detail (especially since most of the stories have been so nice!), but long story short again, I think for the number of times I actually got to ride the horse, each ride cost me about $500. Then the long, long process of trying to sell him when we're much more honest people than the ones who sold him to us. I felt like my childhood dreams had been taken out, roundly mocked by the universe, then thrown to the ground and stomped upon just for spite.
But then, a lot of my dreams turn out like that, so, yeah.
Maybe MaryLynn and I can have a sympathy party for each other. We might have had bad experiences, but at least we still prove the point that poodle-type people also tend to like horses!
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But then, things went terribly wrong. In the buying process, I made some mistakes, listened to my trainer too much, didn't listen to her enough, and, long story short, ended up with a horse who turned out to be one of the most expensive and heartbreaking lessons of my life.
Sorry you had a bad experience! Unfortunately, the horse world can be a lot like the dog world- there are lots of people who will take advantage! Just like there are pet stores that sell puppy mill puppies, there are bad horse dealers who will lie or drug their horses so they seem calm. I know a LOT of people who have been sold horses that were nothing like they thought they were getting! The lesson I take out of it is the same for both dogs and horses- rescue is the way to go!
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I still have horses, tho they are getting pretty old....but Lola is my first Poodle....I have to say tho....after many years of GSD's, this Poodle is the only dog I've had who likes chasing them....She'll ignore them for a week, and then whamo....off she goes. She's not about herding them, or hurting them....it's all about playing....but one horse gets kinda freaked out and runs...and the chase is on. Of course Lola becomes deaf to me when she's on the run. I'm scared somebody is going to get hurt....her or one of the horses.
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