I’ve been dreaming quite a bit about my horse Kipper, whom I no longer own. I miss him so much.
I bought him as a two-year-old stallion, shaggy and gawky. He was a Cleveland Bay with a touch of thoroughbred, and eventually grew to 17’2″ – a massive horse that I practically needed a ladder to climb rather than a mounting block.
Like most of his breed, he was even-tempered, not spooky, very brave, but also lazy and stubborn, with the typical Cleveland Bay streak of “won’t”. It was this streak that finally caused me to sell him, since it was so difficult to actually get his huge butt in gear.
He’s the only horse that I’ve ever lain down next to – I think I could have slept next to him in the straw. When he broke his shoulder out in pasture, and was on box rest for so long, I used to bring in toys to keep him interested, and I would call people on my mobile so they could talk to him. Once I braided blue ribbons and teddy bears into his main, and wore a matching blue shirt. He was my guy.
And now he’s in my dreams…I’m riding him in the woods, or I’m trailering him and I’m lost. Once he was in the scary house that I’ve dreamed about since I was a kid. He’s a part of me, and somehow we’re still connected. I miss him.
Here’s Kip’s blooper reel, the outtakes from his sale video. My friend Jane is riding him (since she is very strong and no-nonsense and can try to motivate him into a canter). He was veryvery bad that day…that is a massive streak of “won’t”. But he’s still beautiful. :)