[SydneyandStorm]

Passed away 12/28/15.

Username: OutFoxed
Barn: Foxtail Stables
Show name: Mountainside Rush
Call name: Alida
Gender: Mare
Age: 26 years
Height: 15 hands
Breed: BLM Mustang from the White Mountain area in Wyoming
Discipline: Hunter

Head: 9
Neck: 3
Shoulders: 2
Forelegs: 3
Chest: 4
Barrel: 9
Hindquarters: 6
Hind legs: 2
Feet: 5
Action: 6
Coat: 7

Intelligence: 8
Willingness: 7
Trainability: 4
Natural talent: 3
Training: +2

Attitude: Timid

Shows entered:
Shows won:
Grade:

Breeding fee: N/A

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[hypnowave]

interesting competition - won't try out, but it sounds like some people will so i'll stick around to see how it goes.

[.Survivor.]

Sweet Medicine Hat!

Username: Mrs. M
Barn: Sacred Native Ground
Show name: Hugs an' Kisses
Call name: Sugar
Gender: Mare
Age: 4
Height: 15.2
Breed: American paint Horse
Discipline: western pleasure/Cutting
Breeding fee: 500c
Price: 500c
"Pinky promise you'll take care of her?"
I promise To take care of Sugar through thick and thin. She will be loved and cared for at SNG an will often get treats throughout the day. She will be brushed and bathed and loved and will even give rides to children if it ever becomes available.

[SpotSong]

Username: SpotSong
Barn: Red Fern Stables
Show name: Dipped in Milk
Call name: Oreo
Gender: Mare
Age: 24 years
Height: 14.2hh
Breed: Paint
Discipline: undecided (due with being with a young family)
Breeding fee: n/a
Price: 500c
"Pinky promise you'll take care of her?"
I promise to care for Oreo. She will get to hang out with many other horses and play with them. She will be ridden every day and groomed to perfection....I may even braid her mane every other day. I really do promise to look after her with my life. You will always be allowed to visit and ride her whenever you want <3
Art: (only because I am bored )

[OutFoxed]

Small question on age vs. training. Clearly the younger the horse is the better for training purposes, right? But if this is supposed to be related to a small child's horse, wouldn't age then be considered some what older?

Username: OutFoxed
Barn: Foxtail Stables
Show name: Mountainside Rush
Call name: Alida
Gender: Mare
Age:
Height: 15 HH
Breed: BLM Mustang from the White Mountain area in Wyoming
Discipline: Hunter
Breeding fee: N/A
Price: 500c
"Pinky promise you'll take care of her?"

So now life got to the point that he was pinky promising a little girl. Maveric pinched the bridge of his nose with a forefinger and thumb. The horse gods were really trying to make this life a little tougher. Taking off from his family to follow his passion and train horses had been one thing. When faced with the reality that being in a suit and tie sitting in the corner office with his father as a CEO - and he had clearly been cultivated to follow the lineage, Maveric just couldn't do it. He'd pretty much run away and left for the country side. So, it wasn't that simple or straightforward, but it could have been. It was a year of arguing, statements, counterarguments, lies and false pretenses - his mother cried so much you would have thought he died. With a business plan drawn up and reachable goals, his father finally gave up on his only son. Maveric knew that his father wanted him to fail, expected it really, and was waiting for him to turn up with his tail between his legs and to resume his place at the firm. Prior had other plans.

Which apparently were to pinky swear his life away to a pig-tailed, teary-eyed small critter.
"I will give her the best that I can. She will get to run till her hearts content, sleep in comfort and make lots of friends." Really, he thought - what can I promise to this child that will make it seem right? It's not like the horse ate rainbows and pooped butterflies.
What had brought him to this point? - the point where he was kneeling down in front of this girl trying to convince her of promises that he knew he had to keep. It all started when he'd seen an advertisement at the local feed store on the bulletin board letting the public know of a horse for sale. It was actually packed in under a mess of for-sale ads, wanted ads, need-to-go-now ads, help wanted, work wanted, local show dates - you name it, it was there. Maveric was always spending time looking at bulletins; he never knew what he'd find but he was desperate to find something. The ad was simple - Horse has to go. Child's horse. No injuries, no vices, no problems. The part that caught his eye in the first place was a color picture of a mostly white horse with two smiling sisters - one girl was set up on her bare back and the other was standing in front of the mare's front legs with her arms wrapped around her shoulder's in a hug. His first impression was the horse could tolerate a lot, and was quiet and willing.
A quick call around had confirmed the horse was solid, the family was indeed a family with a couple of riding aged kids -the only problem was a severe allergy. Vets sure come in handy!

After getting out of the truck and introducing himself to the family, he was led over to the mare's paddock. She had some undeniable conformation faults. But she also displayed some strengths within her too. Listening to the parents explanation of the little mare, Maveric learned that she was a BLM Mustang - and indeed she had a freeze brand on her neck - and that she was part of a prison training program. How on Earth a timid little mare like her had gone through all the training and care and then ended up into the loving arms of two young girls, he would never know.

Her apprehensive disposition was slightly unsettling to him - and became apparent only when he moved closer to the mare. Standing at the end of the small barn, he'd watched the young girl and her mom halter and cross tie the tovero mare; she was calm and very alert. He noted that mother and daughter moved cautiously - slowly and deliberately, their voices kept low; a soft hand or some body part always touching the mare as they groomed her. Upon his approach to the mare, she immediately started snorting and blowing, her eyes growing wider and her whole energy was almost to the point of devastatingly spooked. Maveric was concerned immediately - his body language had shown no threats and any other horse wouldn't have responded in such a way. He backed away to the edge of the barn aisle to a distance more comfortable for her.
Well that went great, he mentally scowled. Still he was intrigued. Her conformation was something of a puzzle- literally puzzle pieces jammed together.

A feminine head with bright, alert eyes, well spaced shell-like ears, broad forehead, tapering down to a delicate muzzle. Her throat latch cut nicely into a thick and undesirable neck set low into the withers, The mare's back was short, with strong loins and a sloping croup. Her front end was clearly lacking with upright shoulders, short forelegs that were base narrow but pigeon-toed and a narrow chest lacking in muscle. Her ribs were well sprung with a deep heart girth for maximum lung and heart capacity. Her hindquarters were lacking in some muscle but had an average hip angle giving way to a desirable lower leg action. The hind legs Were slightly camped out as well as narrow in the hind, and the hocks were cow-hocked with long, sloping pasterns leading to increased toed-in hind feet. Overall, the mare had a lack in proper muscling; the neck was too cresty while her hindquarters were under-muscled; additionally, both the forearm and gaskin showed limited muscling. Her movement was less than desirable with all four feet paddling due to toeing in, but she did have a slow legged motion that is wanted in the hunter ring and she displayed flat knee action. Her intelligence seemed to be brimming - not only seen in her eyes and the set of her ears, but also in her history; being a wild horse, trained through a prison program and then re-homed to a family of young children. She's clearly willing, following the small child and responding to subtle cues and eager to please. The tovero mare is a puzzle, interlocking strengths and weaknesses creating a unique equine.

Watching the young girl ride the mare was an experience Maveric wouldn't forget. With pigtails stuffed under a pink helmet, she hopped with practiced ease on to the broad white back. A simple bitless bridle was used, and even then the girl barely touched the reins. Soft squeezes against the mare's sides and the pair moved off which ever way the little rider wanted to go. She trotted over a set of homemade cavaletti poles that had been laid out on the ground. While it wasn't the prettiest sight, or noise, the mare still accomplished the set - and even improved after several turns over them.

Maveric thanked both the young girl and her parents for letting him come out and look at the mare. He was deeply in thought as he watched the mom and daughter put up the horse, while the father went back up to the house. He was just starting out managing his own training barn, if he didn't dive in, he wouldn't get anywhere. But this mare could tank - Or she could succeed with flying colors. It was a true toss up. In the midst of his internal struggling - a small presence intruded. He had been leaning against the paddock fencing watching the mare eat her hay when the small girl had come over. Her voice was small but strong in conviction. Holding out her pinky, she looked him in the eye and said "Pinky promise you'll take care of her?"

She wasn't satisfied with his first response. "Are you going to take her to the vet when she needs it? What about her food? She likes Bermuda blend but enjoys alfalfa but you can't give her a lot or else she'll flounder. Her favorite treats are apples and carrots and candy canes only on Christmas. She needs her feet taken care of too. You need to muck out her stall everyday! Twice a day! And don't forget to give her water. And she likes to run in the paddock." For what Maveric could figure, she didn't even take a breath as she rushed through saying everything. The only time he could jump in and answer her questions or reassure her was when she finally did stop to breathe.

"My friend is going to be her vet. He's very knowledgeable and will be able to make sure she stays in the best condition. She'll get the best quality hay and grain and even get to spend a lot of time eating in a pasture. I love to eat apples too and I'll make sure to share at least one with her everyday. I'll make sure she eats properly and doesn't founder, so don't worry about that. I know of a good farrier, so her feet will be well taken care of. Where I live, and where she'll live, there's other horses, and I muck out their stalls, feed them and take care of them - so she'll have the best care. She's going to get a lot of exercise; I'll be training her to be a Hunter horse and hopefully she'll be in some shows. And she'll get to go out on trail rides." Maveric tried to explain how he'd take the best care of this little girl's horse. She seemed satisfied with his answer, having listened intently to every word he'd said.

She took a small sigh and rubbed her booted toe into the dirt making a small circle. Maveric felt that she had one last thing to say. Looking up through her eyelashes, she asked shyly, "Will she have friends?"

Maveric took a deep breath, knowing this was the key - this is what the little girl was worried about.

"She'll get to make lots of friends. When she comes to my barn, she'll be able to go out in the field with the horse friends she makes. We also have barn cats and dogs and some other people who work at the farm - and I know they'll want to be her friend. And I know that you're her friend, so as long as it's okay with your parents, you can come visit her any time you want. Especially when she goes to shows and wins ribbons." He finished and sent a small prayer to the universe or whatever gods were watching over this unique interaction, Please, don't let me screw this up. Help me do everything possible and impossible to give this little mare the best home.

Apparently satisfied with him, the little girl stuck out her fist, with her tiniest pudgy digit extended. Evidently this was happening. Maveric twisted his pinky around hers and they clinched the promise.

[SydneyandStorm]

Popping in here to answer your question ^^

While most children's ponies certainly are older, they don't have to be c: There are actually a couple of girls at my barn who are still in elementary school and they ride very, very young ponies because the ponies are kind of crazy (not dangerously so, but they can't have beginners put on them) and they're the only ones who can ride them. But they're all very good equestrians and it works out well ^^ And of course, these ponies feel like their own personal horses because no one else rides them, so both horse and rider become very, very attached.

Basically, I won't be worrying about age when I judge these, because it can really go either way. Having a yearling might be a bit unrealistic and an older horse more realistic, but I mean if anyone would like to do that, it won't matter because I won't be looking at that part c:

[SydneyandStorm]

Judging in an hour or so!

[SydneyandStorm]

Username: OutFoxed
Barn: Foxtail Stables
Show name: Mountainside Rush
Call name: Alida
Gender: Mare
Age:
Height: 15 HH
Breed: BLM Mustang from the White Mountain area in Wyoming
Discipline: Hunter
Breeding fee: N/A
Price: 500c
"Pinky promise you'll take care of her?"

So now life got to the point that he was pinky promising a little girl. Maveric pinched the bridge of his nose with a forefinger and thumb. The horse gods were really trying to make this life a little tougher. Taking off from his family to follow his passion and train horses had been one thing. When faced with the reality that being in a suit and tie sitting in the corner office with his father as a CEO - and he had clearly been cultivated to follow the lineage, Maveric just couldn't do it. He'd pretty much run away and left for the country side. So, it wasn't that simple or straightforward, but it could have been. It was a year of arguing, statements, counterarguments, lies and false pretenses - his mother cried so much you would have thought he died. With a business plan drawn up and reachable goals, his father finally gave up on his only son. Maveric knew that his father wanted him to fail, expected it really, and was waiting for him to turn up with his tail between his legs and to resume his place at the firm. Prior had other plans.

Which apparently were to pinky swear his life away to a pig-tailed, teary-eyed small critter.
"I will give her the best that I can. She will get to run till her hearts content, sleep in comfort and make lots of friends." Really, he thought - what can I promise to this child that will make it seem right? It's not like the horse ate rainbows and pooped butterflies.
What had brought him to this point? - the point where he was kneeling down in front of this girl trying to convince her of promises that he knew he had to keep. It all started when he'd seen an advertisement at the local feed store on the bulletin board letting the public know of a horse for sale. It was actually packed in under a mess of for-sale ads, wanted ads, need-to-go-now ads, help wanted, work wanted, local show dates - you name it, it was there. Maveric was always spending time looking at bulletins; he never knew what he'd find but he was desperate to find something. The ad was simple - Horse has to go. Child's horse. No injuries, no vices, no problems. The part that caught his eye in the first place was a color picture of a mostly white horse with two smiling sisters - one girl was set up on her bare back and the other was standing in front of the mare's front legs with her arms wrapped around her shoulder's in a hug. His first impression was the horse could tolerate a lot, and was quiet and willing.
A quick call around had confirmed the horse was solid, the family was indeed a family with a couple of riding aged kids -the only problem was a severe allergy. Vets sure come in handy!

After getting out of the truck and introducing himself to the family, he was led over to the mare's paddock. She had some undeniable conformation faults. But she also displayed some strengths within her too. Listening to the parents explanation of the little mare, Maveric learned that she was a BLM Mustang - and indeed she had a freeze brand on her neck - and that she was part of a prison training program. How on Earth a timid little mare like her had gone through all the training and care and then ended up into the loving arms of two young girls, he would never know.

Her apprehensive disposition was slightly unsettling to him - and became apparent only when he moved closer to the mare. Standing at the end of the small barn, he'd watched the young girl and her mom halter and cross tie the tovero mare; she was calm and very alert. He noted that mother and daughter moved cautiously - slowly and deliberately, their voices kept low; a soft hand or some body part always touching the mare as they groomed her. Upon his approach to the mare, she immediately started snorting and blowing, her eyes growing wider and her whole energy was almost to the point of devastatingly spooked. Maveric was concerned immediately - his body language had shown no threats and any other horse wouldn't have responded in such a way. He backed away to the edge of the barn aisle to a distance more comfortable for her.
Well that went great, he mentally scowled. Still he was intrigued. Her conformation was something of a puzzle- literally puzzle pieces jammed together.

A feminine head with bright, alert eyes, well spaced shell-like ears, broad forehead, tapering down to a delicate muzzle. Her throat latch cut nicely into a thick and undesirable neck set low into the withers, The mare's back was short, with strong loins and a sloping croup. Her front end was clearly lacking with upright shoulders, short forelegs that were base narrow but pigeon-toed and a narrow chest lacking in muscle. Her ribs were well sprung with a deep heart girth for maximum lung and heart capacity. Her hindquarters were lacking in some muscle but had an average hip angle giving way to a desirable lower leg action. The hind legs Were slightly camped out as well as narrow in the hind, and the hocks were cow-hocked with long, sloping pasterns leading to increased toed-in hind feet. Overall, the mare had a lack in proper muscling; the neck was too cresty while her hindquarters were under-muscled; additionally, both the forearm and gaskin showed limited muscling. Her movement was less than desirable with all four feet paddling due to toeing in, but she did have a slow legged motion that is wanted in the hunter ring and she displayed flat knee action. Her intelligence seemed to be brimming - not only seen in her eyes and the set of her ears, but also in her history; being a wild horse, trained through a prison program and then re-homed to a family of young children. She's clearly willing, following the small child and responding to subtle cues and eager to please. The tovero mare is a puzzle, interlocking strengths and weaknesses creating a unique equine.

Watching the young girl ride the mare was an experience Maveric wouldn't forget. With pigtails stuffed under a pink helmet, she hopped with practiced ease on to the broad white back. A simple bitless bridle was used, and even then the girl barely touched the reins. Soft squeezes against the mare's sides and the pair moved off which ever way the little rider wanted to go. She trotted over a set of homemade cavaletti poles that had been laid out on the ground. While it wasn't the prettiest sight, or noise, the mare still accomplished the set - and even improved after several turns over them.

Maveric thanked both the young girl and her parents for letting him come out and look at the mare. He was deeply in thought as he watched the mom and daughter put up the horse, while the father went back up to the house. He was just starting out managing his own training barn, if he didn't dive in, he wouldn't get anywhere. But this mare could tank - Or she could succeed with flying colors. It was a true toss up. In the midst of his internal struggling - a small presence intruded. He had been leaning against the paddock fencing watching the mare eat her hay when the small girl had come over. Her voice was small but strong in conviction. Holding out her pinky, she looked him in the eye and said "Pinky promise you'll take care of her?"

She wasn't satisfied with his first response. "Are you going to take her to the vet when she needs it? What about her food? She likes Bermuda blend but enjoys alfalfa but you can't give her a lot or else she'll flounder. Her favorite treats are apples and carrots and candy canes only on Christmas. She needs her feet taken care of too. You need to muck out her stall everyday! Twice a day! And don't forget to give her water. And she likes to run in the paddock." For what Maveric could figure, she didn't even take a breath as she rushed through saying everything. The only time he could jump in and answer her questions or reassure her was when she finally did stop to breathe.

"My friend is going to be her vet. He's very knowledgeable and will be able to make sure she stays in the best condition. She'll get the best quality hay and grain and even get to spend a lot of time eating in a pasture. I love to eat apples too and I'll make sure to share at least one with her everyday. I'll make sure she eats properly and doesn't founder, so don't worry about that. I know of a good farrier, so her feet will be well taken care of. Where I live, and where she'll live, there's other horses, and I muck out their stalls, feed them and take care of them - so she'll have the best care. She's going to get a lot of exercise; I'll be training her to be a Hunter horse and hopefully she'll be in some shows. And she'll get to go out on trail rides." Maveric tried to explain how he'd take the best care of this little girl's horse. She seemed satisfied with his answer, having listened intently to every word he'd said.

She took a small sigh and rubbed her booted toe into the dirt making a small circle. Maveric felt that she had one last thing to say. Looking up through her eyelashes, she asked shyly, "Will she have friends?"

Maveric took a deep breath, knowing this was the key - this is what the little girl was worried about.

"She'll get to make lots of friends. When she comes to my barn, she'll be able to go out in the field with the horse friends she makes. We also have barn cats and dogs and some other people who work at the farm - and I know they'll want to be her friend. And I know that you're her friend, so as long as it's okay with your parents, you can come visit her any time you want. Especially when she goes to shows and wins ribbons." He finished and sent a small prayer to the universe or whatever gods were watching over this unique interaction, Please, don't let me screw this up. Help me do everything possible and impossible to give this little mare the best home.

Apparently satisfied with him, the little girl stuck out her fist, with her tiniest pudgy digit extended. Evidently this was happening. Maveric twisted his pinky around hers and they clinched the promise.

Congrats, OutFoxed! That story was just so sweet <3

[.Survivor.]

Congrats!!!!!!:)

[OutFoxed]

Wow, Thank you! -A fantastic surprise to wake up to!-

I'd also like Maveric to start her training as soon as possible.

!!! Thank you!