I am looking to adopt...Picture:
Kennel number: P16
Name: 25 Stripes of Grey (Grey)
Breed: Shetland pony/chincoteague pony cross
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: Well,I was immediately taken to him. I love grey horses,this reminded me of a horse I rode once. I really loved her,but she looked like this shade of grey. I think the markings are beautifully done,and look simple enough to draw,which is a characteristic I'm really looking for in a character. As far as what I will do for it, I'll probably create Grey his own thread for all his art and shtuff, and make lots of drawings of him, as well as color in other pictures if I do get Grey.
Personality: He is
very headstrong,determined,and sometimes even called feisty. Grey is almost always keeping himself active with a task or chore. He's definitely not a lazy pony. Grey loves to be a little bit of a trickster sometimes. Usually, he doesn't mind having a rider on his back, he would just prefer to be outside, running around, and not having anyone guiding him.
Likes: Being active, moving around, radishes, morning exercises, reddish mares, large open areas, foals, jumping, outdoors, mornings and evenings
Dislikes: Being ridden, sleeping, being bugged by foals, bad riders
History/Background: Grey was born with the oddest little dots on his mane, and an odd stripe on one of his back legs. Many thought Grey was some sort of donkey, or sheep or something of the sort. Grey, whose full name at birth was 25 Stripes of Grey, was written down by a farmer who loved his two ponies, Mist and Littlest Hoof, very much. And he was indeed a pony.
Grey's mane was a little big longer and thicker than one would have expected, but having a Shetland Pony as a father had effected Grey a little bit more. Grey's mother was Chincoteague Pony, and was quite tall. Grey inherited this trait as well, and the farmer who raised Grey for 3 years of his life, had said Grey was one of the cutest little wonders of the equine world he'd ever seen.
Grey started life as a curious foal. He started to race around quite a bit, and when his mother tried to get him to lay down at night, Grey would often buck. He hated to calm down and do things like eat grass. Often times, Grey would try to get out of the pasture, and succeeded more than once to eat food out of the farmer's patch of vegetables. Grey liked radishes the best out of all the vegetables. The farmer noticed this, and often gave Grey a radish or two.
As Grey grew older, he began to appreciate the farmer much more, and start to have less of his mother's milk. He began to eat flakes of hay the farmer threw into the pasture in the mornings. Grey enjoyed being with the farmer very much. He trusted the kind man, and the farmer trusted Grey.
Grey enjoyed the company of other horses, but his mother and father never wanted to gallop around with him. The farmer noticed this, and one day, another man came with a trailer. Grey pricked his ears up and cantered to the fence. Mist and Little Hoof raised their heads, and pricked their ears as well. The farmer came out of the barn, and walked to the man, talking and shaking his hand. The man opened the trailer, and led a beautiful red filly pony out of the trailer. Grey whinnied to the filly, and the filly looked at him, and whinnied back. The men shook hands once again, and the farmer gave the man what looked like thick pieces of grass to the man with the trailer. The truck and trailer moved away, and the farmer opened the gate while patting the filly. He gently took off her halter, and the filly cantered away, picking up her feet. The farmer smiled with a joy he had never expressed.
The new filly was later name The Queen of Hearts, and was an excellent friend to play with. Grey and Queenie (Queen of Hearts' nickname) got along quite well. The few months they got used to each other where the best months of Grey's life.
At this point in time,I must mention a few changes going on in the horse's lives. Mist and Hoof had been moved to a more restful pasture, and were more often in the barn then outdoors. Grey and Queenie had also changed-they were now yearlings, and turned a year old 2 months and a half apart. The farmer had also started to place pads on their backs, and light saddles. The bridle was also currently being introduced to the young horses, and the farmer was doing it the best he could. Many days a week, boys and girls came to ride Mist and Little Hoof, and Talia, a tall reddish-brown mare who was a great jumper and was a great horse for many riders.
And now,dear reader,I must leave you. Grey's journey has not yet ended, and has only just begun. I'll be telling you a little bit more if I may later on, as we have not gotten to the current part of Grey's life.
Art: GreyOther:Nope,thank you very much for holding this!