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Also, appaloosa are known in the horse world for being one of the most stubborn, hard headed breeds. I've always gotten along fine with them.... not sure what that's about....:D
My Billy was all Appy, but never gave me any real problems. His only stubborn streak was that, when he didn't want to work, he just lazed along like there wasn't a timetable in the world. On those days, just keeping him moving gave me a workout that had me sore for days. That wasn't too often, though. Most of the time, he was a mover and a shaker. He's jump anything you pointed him at ... and some you didn't ... including a picnic table turned on its' side ... with my unsuspecting mother aboard. We'd been jumping and running hard and were walking him out and she asked if she could do it (since he was all tired out, now ... hah!) She hopped up and walked him back along the path we'd been using as our "arena." Apparently, that was a big mistake, because when he got to the other end, he just turned around, like we'd been doing for the last hour, and helloed back to the jumps. Luckily, Mom had the presence of mind to gather her reins and her seat and hang on. She did really well! It wasn't pretty, but she stayed on and didn't hurt his mouth ... we were all impressed!

Our current Appy - another blue roan, a few-spot leopard - is much more sedate. He's a retired polo pony who came up lame and ended up in a kill pen at New Holland at only five. He's now 20, and a really sweet (but Appy hard-headed) boy enjoying semi-retirement. DD loves him and he seems to return the sentiment. She's the only one who can make him move willingly!
 
The horse I sponsored was an Appy too. They called him Coco. He was a good boy out on the trail, but would sometimes try to bite while he was being saddled. I'd been forwarned about that, though, and kept an eye on him. He would wait till he thought I wasn't looking, and try it, but when he knew I was on to him, he would cave. He had the worst choppy trot, but he could run!
 
I have a mini horse that is a "silver dapple" but the people that sold him said he was "linen colored" and I understand why. When he first sheds out in the spring or if you clip him, he's a dark gunmetal grey with white/silver dapples and white mane and tail... After he has bleached out some in the summer he goes to hay color and when he grows his winter coat he's nearly white...
 
I have a mini horse that is a "silver dapple" but the people that sold him said he was "linen colored" and I understand why. When he first sheds out in the spring or if you clip him, he's a dark gunmetal grey with white/silver dapples and white mane and tail... After he has bleached out some in the summer he goes to hay color and when he grows his winter coat he's nearly white...
Linen color? Baahaaahahaahaha!:lau:gig:lau:gig

Sorry, I'm just picturing a horse wearing mammaws fine sheets....

Never heard that description for a color before. That's too funny!
 
The horse I sponsored was an Appy too. They called him Coco. He was a good boy out on the trail, but would sometimes try to bite while he was being saddled. I'd been forwarned about that, though, and kept an eye on him. He would wait till he thought I wasn't looking, and try it, but when he knew I was on to him, he would cave. He had the worst choppy trot, but he could run!
My appy was the same. VERY cinchy. I always had to keep one elbow pointed at him, so if he tried to bite he caught an elbow to the face instead of getting me. Other than that he was such a good boy. He was a blanket appy with spots on his butt and blonde mane and tail. He had that bouncy, bone jarring trot too. He would give me everything in a race though. I miss that boy! His name was JD, short for jack Daniel's of course!
 
I figured since this thread is weird enough, I'll share this gross story that happens last night.

Hubby and I were taking his mom back to the airport last night. Were driving along, and up ahead in the road is a dead animal, in the next lane over. Well, a big truck is coming up in that lane, and hubby for some reason, just decided to slow down a tiny bit.

Thank goodness he did this, because just as that big truck passed us, it ran over that dead animal and EXPLODED this thing ALL OVER the car in front of us, and barely missed us. I mean, there was a HUGE pop when this thing let go.

Worst part is, hubby had his window down. If he wouldn't have slowed down that tiny bit, that explosion would have landed in our jeep.

The moral of the story: Just remember, no matter how bad your day is going so far, at least you're not covered in half decomposed rotting animal innards. Or at least you dont have to scrub them off your car.
 

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