VCBH: Interested Parties

In the latest (I think?) edition of the Viva Carlos blog hop, L asks, "What made you interested in your current horse that lead you to buying them in the first place?"
 

Racing in CA before he lost his tail

This is a bit of a complicated question, because I wasn't interested and didn't buy him. I mean, I liked him well enough, but I already had a horse, didn't want to own two horses, and certainly wasn't planning on augmenting the herd.

First time I saw him

So there's that. I went to the races with my friend Ellie (aka "our personal photographer"). I knew redheadlins could get us on the back side, so I called her up. As we met the horses in her barn and casually chatted about who they were and what they were doing, we met this cute little blaze-faced bay horse. He was calm, even with races going by, and quite friendly.

When we left, Ellie said, "That's going to be your horse."

I blew her off.

Don't tell me he can't handle bling

Then I started spending my free time at the track, trying to find a way to enjoy horses without all the stress of show barn/lame horse problems. Courage was one of the more senior horses in my friend's barn. I told redheadlins to find me baby Cuna. I wanted a clone. She and Alyssa (yay track friends!) also decided that Courage was supposed to be my horse.

He didn't exactly run the walker

So they sort of just set us up. I groomed him. I bathed him. I put him on and off the walker. I spent lots of time with him, and I really came to appreciate that same quiet brain I saw the first night I met him. He's confident and brave and cocky and he takes care of himself, but at the same time, he's sweet and endearing and loves attention.

Because he is.

I've blogged before about how it is that he ended up coming home with me, but I will add that it wasn't until the night before he left the track that I realized what I was getting in to. Redheadlins and I took a series of pictures of him. As I drove away from the track, she texted me a conformation shot.

"Oh my god," I said to myself. "He's f***ing beautiful."