I have a Pony Problem. Lately this place has been just lousy with ponies. They're everywhere. In the barn. In my paddock. In my way.
First there was Bubbles.
Her job is to babysit the yearling. Some days she likes me. Other days, she bites. She drew blood on my soft grey nose. She is moody and unpredictable. Therefore I regard her with caution.
The came Patriot. "Pat" for short. He is a dignified sort of fellow. I don't mind having him around. He's quiet and well behaved. He does not bite noses.
Patriot is a Hackney. Mom bought him to loan to the Amish children. But he didn't want to be an Amish pony, so he came here to live and everyone likes him.
The other day some little pink people came to visit. I'm afraid of little pink people. So they visited everyone but me! They petted the chickens, and the petted Face-Off. They did not pet ME!
Apparently Little Pink People are a pony specialty. Next thing I knew, the whole crowd was fading off into the distance with a pony!
All I could do was watch from my window. I called out. I banged on the wall. They just kept walking with that pony! Finally, they came back. Brita said that I would get a chance to show off. Finally! All the little pink people, and their chaperones, were cleared out of the way, and I entered the arena. I did my best to put on a show. I cantered in circles and spun around. I snorted a LOT. I did my best to show what a wild and powerful horse I can be. The comment I heard was that my performance was "intense". You bet! I am very impressive when I have an audience.
Brita got out my platform and showed them how I can get up on it and stand. I was wishing it were higher and fancier like a real circus horse would have.
After my performance I took a bow and everyone clapped and cheered. Let's see one of those little ponies do that.
Summer is winding down and I am savoring every bit of grass. The high pollen count from the golden rod and other flowers gives me itchy watery eyes, but it's worth it.
Each morning and evening I spend munching clover.
It is especially succulent in the cool of the morning. The dew gives me what Mom calls "grass face".
The other day I went out to my paddock and guess what I saw? A big ole fat woodchuck eating MY clover! I'll bet you know what I did! I put my head down in the most threatening manner and ran that fat little bugger right back to his hole outside the fence. Hmmpppffhh. I don't share my clover.
Hi. My name is William Pendleton Grey. Registered Name "Pendleton". I am an 11 year old American Saddlebred gelding. I live in Western NY with my owner and a couple of other Saddlebreds. I am ridden Huntseat and Saddleseat. I enjoy hacking through the fields, some dressage work, and occassionally a horse show.
I come from a very famous family. My half brothers and sisters are always winning awards in fine harness, and park classes in the really big and important shows. My mother's name is Attache's Galatea (full sister to CH Unattached, Finally Attached, and Moet) and my sire is Deep Blue. Some of my famous siblings are CH Revolver (Day's Grecian Grey), Whitney Houston, Foxy Camilla and Paranormal.
A couple of years ago I tried to learn to be a five gaited horse, but it was a classic case of "white boy got no rhythm". I really like to go Huntseat, and galloping is my absolute favorite. My owner keeps me at home and says I am a "personal riding horse". But, she took me to the local horse show, and I got a blue ribbon on my first try. Maybe we'll go back and do that again. I really enjoyed it!