... 9 months later of having weekly classical dressage lessons on Jake and is friends, I find out he is for sale. Unbeknownst to me, Jake was a working livery and it was the year I was 30.
Its funny how life has a way of making decisions for you. I had my mind set on an arab or TB chestnut mare and was looking at adverts and even put up a wanted ad of my own. I was offered a beautiful 16 h anglo-arab gelding - bay. He was stunning, but my mind and heart were already made up, I wanted Jake. Over 9 months we has started to bond. Highlands do not give their hearts easily and are incredibly loyal.
The riding instructor contacted his owner and we agreed to meet the following day, my heart was in my mouth as I knew somebody else was interested in him. I was on tenderhooks absolute tender hooks. I had persuaded John that having a horse was a good thing, he would be my birthday present (John was stuck for a 30th pressie for me and I highlighted how perfect it was all working out). Little did we know.
Jake stayed as a working livery at the stables for about 6 weeks, it didnt work out.
I subsequently moved him a bit closer to home and he was wormed, saddle refitted, new bridle bought, new rugs, dentist visited. The dental visit found something very wrong with Jake, he refused to treat him and I had a phone call at work. I dashed out of work, had him immediately referred to the Weiper's centre and raced him up there ......
Jake
Jacob Himself
Saturday 15 January 2011
Monday 10 January 2011
The Beginning
I am Helen and I first met Jake, as he is known to his friends nearly 10 years ago. It was my third or fourth time at that particular riding school and had heard about him, but had not had the pleasure of seeing him.
I hadn't been in Scotland for very long and desperately missed horse contact which prompted me to start having riding lessons 2 months after 'immigrating'.
I still remember it as if it was yesterday, the first I saw of him was his huge dappled hindquarters as he was lead into his stable. My jaw dropped and there was a sharp intake of breath, presumably mine. He turned around facing the door way, looked me up and down, looked me in the eye and resumed the attack on his haynet which was rudely disturbed earlier on. It was as if he had decided I was of no consequence and not worth bothering about, I felt decidedly dismissed.
From that time, I was hooked. I was struck my his size, but mostly by his 'don't give a damn' attitude. I was in love and I still am to this day.
Jake is a 16.3 hand (1 hand = 4 inches) at the shoulder grey (was dappled) Clydesdale x Highland gelding. The size of the Clydesdale with the looks and personality (including cunning) of a Highland Pony. After 10 years, his cunning and intelligence still astound me.
I hadn't been in Scotland for very long and desperately missed horse contact which prompted me to start having riding lessons 2 months after 'immigrating'.
I still remember it as if it was yesterday, the first I saw of him was his huge dappled hindquarters as he was lead into his stable. My jaw dropped and there was a sharp intake of breath, presumably mine. He turned around facing the door way, looked me up and down, looked me in the eye and resumed the attack on his haynet which was rudely disturbed earlier on. It was as if he had decided I was of no consequence and not worth bothering about, I felt decidedly dismissed.
From that time, I was hooked. I was struck my his size, but mostly by his 'don't give a damn' attitude. I was in love and I still am to this day.
Jake is a 16.3 hand (1 hand = 4 inches) at the shoulder grey (was dappled) Clydesdale x Highland gelding. The size of the Clydesdale with the looks and personality (including cunning) of a Highland Pony. After 10 years, his cunning and intelligence still astound me.
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