There we are on the day I brought him home, he was so little! He towers over me now 3 1/2 years later.
I was 30 when I finally got my own real, live horse. I tend to over think things, a lot, this was definitely no exception. I live for the day where every decision isn’t met with hours of thought and research. I’d like to say I’m learning but this morning I debated for an hour whether I should drive my oldest to school because the buses were cancelled due to extreme cold, or keep him home. Sigh. Anyway, I was pregnant with my third kid at the time I thought maybe NOW was finally the time since our third was most likely the last. Begin the constant inner dialogue. I obviously wasn’t riding at the time and probably wouldn’t do a lot of consistent riding for another year or two plus a limited budget meant finding my dream horse wasn’t in the cards, but did I want an older pleasure horse I could pull out of field and ride whenever it was convenient or a young horse that would be ready when I could ride consistently?
I had emailed a place that had the easy pleasure horses but they never EVER got back to me, and that bugged me, so I looked into the other option. I had come across Karrasel Warmbloods on my exhaustive internet search, they breed warmbloods and have tons of beautiful stock available, we loaded up the family and spent half a day out looking at horses and chatting with Joy. I left excited and had a few options of yearlings to think about. I ended up picking Phaultless, a long legged bay WB/TB, partly due to budget but mainly I loved his kind eyes. Now you say “Wait, Katlyn. You said you debate decisions obsessively and research, research, research, research (you get it) and you bought a horse based on it’s kind eye? That’s it?”. Yes. It gets better, he wasn’t a particularly trusting little guy that I didn’t get close enough to touch him the two times I went out to look at him. I am a walking contradiction, a conundrum. I will be the first to tell you that, actually my husband would probably be the first to tell you that. But guys, his eyes!
It hasn’t always been an easy process with him and some times I’ve almost regretted it when it’s gotten really tough. Happy to report though, that since last July I’ve had nothing but an amazing time with him, he’s a favorite at the new barn and I’m glad I didn’t give up on him. I’m hoping with the indoor arena and some jumps we can get out to some shows this year, watch out 2017! I originally thought of buying a young horse and selling him when he had some miles on him but now I’m kind of curious to see what life would be like with him 2, 5, 10 years down the road. An older horse is a luxury I haven’t really known before, maybe I’ll like it. We’ll see.
While editing this piece I’m finding the urge to add more, more, more because this decision was huge and took months but I think I’m happy with what I’ve got and I hopefully haven’t bored you to death.