Post by Sudsies { Phishwaffle } on May 30, 2007 22:56:45 GMT -5
Name: Twizzler (Twiz)
Age: 13
Breed: arabian cross
Color: grey
Markings: none
Height: 14.3hh
Occupation: English Pleasure Horse
Gender: Gelding
Personality: Overall a calm, willing mount. Easily ridable for any experiance level.
History: Askett's first horse, bought for her when she was 12 and Twiz was 6.
Pic:
Thoroughly trained, used to showgrounds and racetracks, bathes, trailers, clips. Can go western or english. In need of a loving home where he will be well cared for. Comes with blankets (cooler, winter rug and rain sheet), bridle and standing wraps.
Asking Price: $6000.
The grey gelding snorted, delicate arabian ears pricked, head off to one side as he struggled to understand the reason his girl cried. He stuck out his nose to her, craning his neck over the stall door, nuzzling her shoulder the way he always had. What confused him was that this seemed to make her cry more. He snorted, shaking his head, audits turning back as he pawed the ground. If there was one thing he hated, it was when he didn't understand.
Askett stood outside Twiz's stall, silent tears running down her face. She had long since abandoned her feeble attempts to stop their flow. As the horse nudged her, memories came flooding back, causing her to shake with silent sobs.
If anyone had told her several years back that it would be so difficult to sell your first horse, she would never have believed them. However, as she glanced at the sign pinned to the geldings stall, she found it incredibly hard to control her emotions.
She suddenly wondered what it would be like if she had to face a buyer like this. Hastily, she wiped the tears from her eyes, trying to regain her composture. A sudden, strangled giggle rose within her as she realised how she would look if someone were to come along - red-eyed and puffy faced. Turning, she grabbed ahold of Twiz's forlock, seperating it into three strands, slowly braiding it as a small therapy she could do for herself.
Age: 13
Breed: arabian cross
Color: grey
Markings: none
Height: 14.3hh
Occupation: English Pleasure Horse
Gender: Gelding
Personality: Overall a calm, willing mount. Easily ridable for any experiance level.
History: Askett's first horse, bought for her when she was 12 and Twiz was 6.
Pic:
Thoroughly trained, used to showgrounds and racetracks, bathes, trailers, clips. Can go western or english. In need of a loving home where he will be well cared for. Comes with blankets (cooler, winter rug and rain sheet), bridle and standing wraps.
Asking Price: $6000.
The grey gelding snorted, delicate arabian ears pricked, head off to one side as he struggled to understand the reason his girl cried. He stuck out his nose to her, craning his neck over the stall door, nuzzling her shoulder the way he always had. What confused him was that this seemed to make her cry more. He snorted, shaking his head, audits turning back as he pawed the ground. If there was one thing he hated, it was when he didn't understand.
Askett stood outside Twiz's stall, silent tears running down her face. She had long since abandoned her feeble attempts to stop their flow. As the horse nudged her, memories came flooding back, causing her to shake with silent sobs.
If anyone had told her several years back that it would be so difficult to sell your first horse, she would never have believed them. However, as she glanced at the sign pinned to the geldings stall, she found it incredibly hard to control her emotions.
She suddenly wondered what it would be like if she had to face a buyer like this. Hastily, she wiped the tears from her eyes, trying to regain her composture. A sudden, strangled giggle rose within her as she realised how she would look if someone were to come along - red-eyed and puffy faced. Turning, she grabbed ahold of Twiz's forlock, seperating it into three strands, slowly braiding it as a small therapy she could do for herself.