I have this crazy thoroughbred in my life who I've owned for almost six months now and barely even ridden, yet I've still managed to fall off. I never fall off. but long term injuries tend to put a bit of a damper on your perfect seat. I guess I don't have it anymore. but that's okay.
Kainne is beautiful, uncertain, confusing, sane, nervous, sleepy, gentle, clumsy, pitiful, lovable, fragile, personable, intelligent, and very much prone to health issues. He has the most beautiful trot I've ever seen, but right now he is only allowed to walk because of course he has laminitis. of course. his walk needs work. he likes to go directly from inching along to a beautiful, lively, extended trot.
he is a dressage horse that was trained to be a jumper. I can see it.
he likes to run and buck and neigh all at the same time. it makes a sound like "euahh-oogh euahh-oogh euahh-oogh euahh-oogh". he runs very slowly for a thoroughbred. but I guess he isn't race bred. I can tell that much.
he likes hugs. he likes being told that it's okay when things scare him. he knows just what it means when he hears it. one moment he's panicking and panting and his head is miles into the air (note: 16 hand horses with long necks can put their heads up very high) and then I say "Kainne, it's okay.." and he drops his head instantly. before he was with that harsh, neglectful stone wall of a woman, someone loved him. the last thing they ever wanted was for him to go to someone like that. I won't allow it to happen again. it does enough to a horse to be abused once, but when he's abused, loved, then abused again, that's when it really, really changes him.
I love him. I feel like I can tell him that and he'll say it back. I'm a little bit nervous about that happening.