We were homeward bound.
Now, who to choose?
The roulette mare we saw: a very correct mare, beautiful, but such a standard movement, we came to the conclusion she wasn’t right.
“What about the zhirocco? He had so much heart”
“Hayl, he was a cart horse”
“But he loved jumping”
“Hayl, he was a cart horse”
“He had quite a bit of scope”
“Hayls.... he was a cart horse”
“True. Imagine him on the gallops, you’d never have anyone in front of you, it would sound like bombs dropping if he was galloping up behind you” *laughing away*
“Hayl.”
“Yeah”
“You just said bomb on a plane”
“Shit, I did, I just said dropping bombs”
“Omg, we need to stop saying bombs!”
The poor girl crying in the seat who was terrified of flying didn’t see the funny side of it!!
So what about the black mare. “She was incredible.”
“I agree.”
“She’s a definite?”
“100%”
“Movement to die for a such a lovely temperament”
“So we’re bringing her home”
“Looks like it!”
We both adored her and knew she was right!
And then there was the baloubet.
“Kate, we can’t come home without her”
“Hayl, she’s huge, and unhandled”
“She’ll come round”
“But she may kill us the process”
“True..”
Now, because she was so terrified and quite intimidating when she was tearing round the arena, of course we saw a challenge. And because Hayls is a sucker for punishment, she was the one that gave the butterflies!!
“Kate. We can’t leave the most talented sj we saw there and bring back something half hearted, we’ll get her right and someone will buy her”
“I know... okay let’s do this!”
And so our two Dutch babies were heading to the UK.
Our head shy black mare, with a hind leg and movement to die for, who desperately needed some food and some love; to us she’s known as Lia. And our unhandled, terrified, but powerful bay mare; Joli!
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