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maggies_lens) wrote2007-11-21 08:43 pm
maggies_lens) wrote2007-11-21 08:43 pm
Danny: it could have ended so badly
Wow, shock today. Quick history: I got Danny for my 16th birthday from a horse-hire place run by a ... well, less than sparkling reputationed gentleman named Rodney. He was good to his horses tho, they were all in very good condition and happy/healthy, altho Dan had serious hoof problems. I don't know if they were caused by Rodney tho, I wouldn't think so. It was seedy toe and abcesses which some horses are just more prone too, hell he still gets them and I don't neglect his hooves. Anyway, Dan has no brands, no freeze marks, nothing to really identify him. He is an outstanding looking horse due to his very eye-catching color but other than that, you wouldn't pick him from a bunch of other buckskin geldings. I've always wanted to know his history but without marks, forget it. All I knew was his dam was a purebred QH and his sire was a brumby, and that he was about 5-7 years old.
Years have gone by and I've never really thought about his history, other than the odd longing to have known who backed him in, where he got his super-excellent trails skills and how he looked as a gorgious litle bucky foal. Went down to pay my agistment today and as per normal Adriana and I stood around shooting the breeze. It was quite nice. Rain bucketing down, but warm. Then she said something which totally threw me into a tail-spin.
She knows Danny's owner 2 people before me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Apparently it's a woman named Tracey Turner who owned Danny when he was 5 years oold (i.e he was certainly not 5 when he was sold to me). She had him for about a year, agisted about half a k from where we are now. Holly flying duck turds!!!!!! She used him for trail riding primarily, Adriana didn't know if she'd done anything else with him. After about a year of owning MY horse she decided to sell him and get into QH's. How anyone could sell Danny is beyond me, he's the sweetest horse I have ever met, he'll do anything for you.
She sold him on to someone who had him less than 3 months before they sent him to the market.
Holly shite that's basically a death sentence for a horse!! My horse!!!! MY HORSE WAS AT THE MARKET!!!! *hyperventilates* This was in the days of the Dandenong Market too, horrible conditions. Most of those horses get a one way trip on a huge truck from there. Jesus sweet Christ. My beautiful sweet Danny could have been canned and I would have never known him. *trembles with pent up emotion*
Thankfully Rodney got him. While I do believe having so many different riders screwed him up, at least he didn't end up canned. I started riding at Rod's and fell in loooove with this crazy fat buckskin lunatic who couldn't walk a straight line, and when my parents said I could have a pony, there was never ANY doubt in my mind who I wanted. It was Danny or nothing.
And I happen t o be known for my stubborness.
I test rode a couple but turned them all down because none were as good as MY Danny.
Mum and dad wanted me t o get something fancier, maybe a mare with a foal? I quickly convinced them that woul dbe a VERY bad idea. It was DANNY I wanted, so it was Danny I got. *gloating grin*
Before he came to me, he was named Denny. After the Man's From Snowy River's horse. Bleh. Denny. Daniel is SO much nicer. That's how we came to the conversation, we were giggling about the little new pony being called Star, then I said oh I can't talk, the only other name I could have given Dan that would have been more horse-typical could have been Bobby, and that's when Adriana said he used to be called Denny and gave me the story.
Man, you never know when stuff like this will hit you. Adriana hasn't spoken to this chick for about 10 years,s o it's unlikely I'll ever find out who she got him from. It was Adriana's sister who recognised Danny when she saw him, pulled out some old photos, apparently he looks JUST the same as he always did. Yay, I keep my ponies in good nick then. :-)
Years have gone by and I've never really thought about his history, other than the odd longing to have known who backed him in, where he got his super-excellent trails skills and how he looked as a gorgious litle bucky foal. Went down to pay my agistment today and as per normal Adriana and I stood around shooting the breeze. It was quite nice. Rain bucketing down, but warm. Then she said something which totally threw me into a tail-spin.
She knows Danny's owner 2 people before me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Apparently it's a woman named Tracey Turner who owned Danny when he was 5 years oold (i.e he was certainly not 5 when he was sold to me). She had him for about a year, agisted about half a k from where we are now. Holly flying duck turds!!!!!! She used him for trail riding primarily, Adriana didn't know if she'd done anything else with him. After about a year of owning MY horse she decided to sell him and get into QH's. How anyone could sell Danny is beyond me, he's the sweetest horse I have ever met, he'll do anything for you.
She sold him on to someone who had him less than 3 months before they sent him to the market.
Holly shite that's basically a death sentence for a horse!! My horse!!!! MY HORSE WAS AT THE MARKET!!!! *hyperventilates* This was in the days of the Dandenong Market too, horrible conditions. Most of those horses get a one way trip on a huge truck from there. Jesus sweet Christ. My beautiful sweet Danny could have been canned and I would have never known him. *trembles with pent up emotion*
Thankfully Rodney got him. While I do believe having so many different riders screwed him up, at least he didn't end up canned. I started riding at Rod's and fell in loooove with this crazy fat buckskin lunatic who couldn't walk a straight line, and when my parents said I could have a pony, there was never ANY doubt in my mind who I wanted. It was Danny or nothing.
And I happen t o be known for my stubborness.
I test rode a couple but turned them all down because none were as good as MY Danny.
Mum and dad wanted me t o get something fancier, maybe a mare with a foal? I quickly convinced them that woul dbe a VERY bad idea. It was DANNY I wanted, so it was Danny I got. *gloating grin*
Before he came to me, he was named Denny. After the Man's From Snowy River's horse. Bleh. Denny. Daniel is SO much nicer. That's how we came to the conversation, we were giggling about the little new pony being called Star, then I said oh I can't talk, the only other name I could have given Dan that would have been more horse-typical could have been Bobby, and that's when Adriana said he used to be called Denny and gave me the story.
Man, you never know when stuff like this will hit you. Adriana hasn't spoken to this chick for about 10 years,s o it's unlikely I'll ever find out who she got him from. It was Adriana's sister who recognised Danny when she saw him, pulled out some old photos, apparently he looks JUST the same as he always did. Yay, I keep my ponies in good nick then. :-)
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