My first horse, O'Harris, was a Connemara. He would jump anything I aimed him at. One day he thought I wanted him to jump the standard--luckily, I realized in time--and quickly steered him toward the fence instead. What a big heart he had! O'Harris had only had one bad habit: when we jumped going downhill (scary enough), he would buck afterwards. I always had to be ready for that! I loved him. He was gray and shaggy, even in the summer...
My first horse, O'Harris, was a Connemara. He would jump anything I aimed him at. One day he thought I wanted him to jump the standard--luckily, I realized in time--and quickly steered him toward the fence instead. What a big heart he had! O'Harris had only had one bad habit: when we jumped going downhill (scary enough), he would buck afterwards. I always had to be ready for that! I loved him. He was gray and shaggy, even in the summer...
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