pampering and luxury I tell you. It was quite chilly as well and
it was lovely to have had some body protection from the icy wind
that played around my head (no wooly hats provided!).
During the day I was put in a corral
on my own (Miss M thought you could never be too sure around strange
horses and I guess there is always the envy-thing I have to deal
with from time to time) with the warm sun baking my back. In the
evenings I was taken into the stable and fed with some alfalfa and
maize. Some of the other horses were fed oats as well but Miss M
was a bit concerned that this might give me colic or some indigestion
and I had to stay without.
while I was having a chilled-out time at the polo club Miss M stayed
with the Castellanos who were extremely hospitable and friendly.
They really wanted to help and made numerous phone-calls and enquiries
to see where Miss M could find a good Criollo. A friend of the Castellanos
called Miki offered to take Miss M to see some potentially suitable
horses and they traveled about 140km one day but no luck. Miss M
had certain specifications and true to her nature wouldn´t
lower her standards. The next Mise had to have good hooves (black
and not cracked), must be a pure Criollo, had to be tamed and used
to her/his feet being handled. Horses who bit and kicked needn´t
have applied. And she wouldn´t even give a Criollo with a
cut tail a second glance. Some of the Gaucho´s in this area
thought it fashionable to cut our tales and it blows my mind how
anyone can do this. I don´t want to underestimate my audiences´
intelligence and probably don´t need to remind you that us
horses have tales for a reason and the main one is that we use it
to fend of little insects and flies who bother and tickle us. It
really is that simple a reason.
So the search continued. Until a man called Eduardo
(he has a polo school at El Galpon) mentioned that there is a Criollo
on the grounds of El Galpon. He spoke to the owner who after being
told why we might be interested in his horse, agreed to sell her
should we think that she is The One. When Miss M arrived the next
morning, the mare was already saddled up, looking around through
her long black fringe that covered most of her eyes. A wild thing
I thought but she had attitude. I watched as Miss M mounted her
and off they went on a lively pace and I guess when Miss M returned
a short while later with a happy look on her face I knew that our
Mise had been found!
and I hit it off straight away and it was a great feeling to have
a companion again and the fact that she was a girl was kind of the
cherry on the cake
. I hate to admit this but it´s true.
And I thought she was very pretty. Huge eyes full of expression
(if not a hint of sorrow?) covered with the long strands of hair,
a good body - athletic and healthy, nice bum (she´ll kill
me if she knows I said this!) and even I couldn´t help but
to notice her thick and luscious tail. But most important of all
she was nice. Under all that attitude and energetic bravado she
was slightly shy. Shy but friendly. She was a winner.
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