On my "Facebook Memories", it showed that, two years ago today, I bought Pancho. I can hardly believe it has been two years. It both feels like it was yesterday, but also like it was an eternity ago.
At the time when I was offered to buy Pancho, I had been exercise riding him for about two and a half months, and had fallen in love with him. I loved his crooked blaze, and cheek "dimples", even his little white sock and stripey hoof. I loved his funny quirks, like always having to show off his teeth, needing a routine (down to the point of even being tied in the same spot), preferring to do some canter work before real trot work, and always taking the long spot. I fell in love with everything about Pancho. So I jumped at the opportunity when he was offered to me.
So on January 4th, 2015, I bought my very first horse. Pancho was a dream come true for me. In his younger days, he had been a Prelim event horse, and regularly competitive in 3'6" show jumping. Even though he was at an age which would deem him "senior" (22yo), you wouldn't dare tell him that. Any time someone mentions retirement, he immediately gives you a healthy dose of side eye. He would run Prelim again tomorrow if you let him.
This horse carried me over countless jumps, patiently packed me around show courses, and helped me bring home tons of ribbons. He knew his job, and even when I failed at my job, he was usually very forgiving and patient (to an extent) and would save my butt anyways. He is the first horse that I competed over 2'6" on, and he got me to be very comfortable around 3' courses. He is also a cross country machine. It is probably his favorite phase. Galloping and jumping? What could be better?
Two years ago, when I bought him, I never could have dreamed of where he would take me. He made me a better rider. As forgiving as he was, he would also tell me when he had enough. He taught me to have an engaged seat and core, light hands, and strong leg. If I forgot one of those things, he made sure to let me know. Also, I had always loved thoroughbreds, but Pancho took a hidden love, and cultivated it into a devoted passion.
Pancho helped me to begin edging my way into the local riding community. We started showing at local shows, and I started to meet more people and learn more things.
This little, dark bay, old man thoroughbred, with his crooked blaze and little white sock, carried me to greater heights, more shows, new friendships, incredible opportunites, new horses and so much more. It has been two years since my whole world changed, and I owe it all to this horse. So, thank you Pancho, thank you for everything.
I will always feel incredibly lucky to have ever called this horse mine. Honestly I feel lucky to have ever ridden him. He will always be so so special and dear to my heart.
At the time when I was offered to buy Pancho, I had been exercise riding him for about two and a half months, and had fallen in love with him. I loved his crooked blaze, and cheek "dimples", even his little white sock and stripey hoof. I loved his funny quirks, like always having to show off his teeth, needing a routine (down to the point of even being tied in the same spot), preferring to do some canter work before real trot work, and always taking the long spot. I fell in love with everything about Pancho. So I jumped at the opportunity when he was offered to me.
So on January 4th, 2015, I bought my very first horse. Pancho was a dream come true for me. In his younger days, he had been a Prelim event horse, and regularly competitive in 3'6" show jumping. Even though he was at an age which would deem him "senior" (22yo), you wouldn't dare tell him that. Any time someone mentions retirement, he immediately gives you a healthy dose of side eye. He would run Prelim again tomorrow if you let him.
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| "3 foot? Give me a challenge woman!" |
Two years ago, when I bought him, I never could have dreamed of where he would take me. He made me a better rider. As forgiving as he was, he would also tell me when he had enough. He taught me to have an engaged seat and core, light hands, and strong leg. If I forgot one of those things, he made sure to let me know. Also, I had always loved thoroughbreds, but Pancho took a hidden love, and cultivated it into a devoted passion.
Pancho helped me to begin edging my way into the local riding community. We started showing at local shows, and I started to meet more people and learn more things.
This little, dark bay, old man thoroughbred, with his crooked blaze and little white sock, carried me to greater heights, more shows, new friendships, incredible opportunites, new horses and so much more. It has been two years since my whole world changed, and I owe it all to this horse. So, thank you Pancho, thank you for everything.
I will always feel incredibly lucky to have ever called this horse mine. Honestly I feel lucky to have ever ridden him. He will always be so so special and dear to my heart.
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| I love you Pancho <3 |
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