Regarding the Horses in our lives...

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-Kathy

Driving prospect? I could see her i Jet black harness with red accents......
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deb
 
It seems I tend to want to talk horses .... Offending hijacker of threads here.... LOL I have had horses now since 1967. I was twelve years old then LOL. I am NOT a horse trainer but feel every one trains their horse by handling them. So I have ownd and handled a grand total of seven over the years. My training started with Calvary style traingin my original teacher was the granddaughter of a Canadian Mountie... From there I moved to English and finally dressage for my riding preferences..... Then I discovered Driving through Dressage training.... and was hooked. Fast forward to 2000 My dad had died the year before and I had been without a horse for about ten years. Raising my son took precedence as a single mom. But I watched my dad over the years mourn for the fact that his eyesight took away his pilots license... Yearning for what he loved till 1999. So I decided it was time to go back to the thing I loved for so many years. In the ten years I had become Fluffy... so I wanted a horse to Drive and could do Driven Dressage. But I also wanted a horse substantial enough to pack my Fluffiness without other people thinking.... Oh Poor horsey... At first I though Draft horse cross.... I loved Percherons so was looking at Percheron crosses... Too much money because people were buying them for sport horses... But then I read some more and Pure Percherons were used for all sorts of things.... Riding, even Fox hunting, Dressage (look up Cotton Wood Flame), AND and Driven Dressage even Combined Driving (the three day event for driving horses) So I got on the internet to find out how much Pure bred Percherons were... OMG they were the price I wanted to spend on a crossbred. I found a picture on a horse sale website that was posted waaayyy up in San Fransisco area. She was the size of a postage stamp and I fell in love.... Her name is Rocking Jolly Kateen The picture below was when she was about four. I call her Katee or Baby Girl. She is seventeen hands one inch tall. For the homesteaders out there I can answer a few questions about using horses for work on the farm and can steer you toward resources... Here is Katee as a six year old here in San Diego at her first boarding facility.... She was romping in the arena... Percherons come in may blood lines some are used for heavy work like plowing or logging and some are used for Carriage work the ones that are used for Carriage work are called Modern or Hitch style... Katee is not quite hitchy enough for the hitch horses but she defiantly isn't a plow horse. deb edited to add the pictures that didnt show up... I am a dufus
Hey, any possibility these pics may be restored eventually?? Would love to see them!!
 
Hi Yorkshire....  Its just not my story its for all of us who have stories to relate.

Your Harry sounds like a Jem....  I have found thoroughbreds to be quite sweet and expressive and willing to do what you want once they know the "rules"  I rode a few for friends helping them to sort them out. 

Off the track usually means the more you pull on the reins the faster they go...  did you find that to be true with your Harry?    Oh I have ridden at least one harness horse a trotter.... He was a Hoot once you got that steady pull on him he could out trot my mare who was at full gallop.

Percherons come from France  they either come in Black or Grey in the US...  Grey usually becomes white by the time they are ten or so.

My Katee is now 20, and living the life of a queen.  But with good care horses can live till their mid forties...

deb

Wow, one of my fav mounts belonged to family friends. He was a standardbred and a pacer not a trotter. It was sooo comfortable to ride, not at all bouncy. We loved to race and he would always pass up the gallopers! He had a huge heart! I would take on one of them again in a heartbeat.
My very first mount was my grandfathers Percheron Prince. I remember being around them constantly! Probably from age 1! There feet were as big as my head but I was always between their legs, offering them cobs of corn etc. even had one set his hoof on my foot and my gramps told me to push him away and voila my foot was free. Gramps insisted on letting me be underfoot, never coodled
 

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