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RE: Ponies

LOL!!!!  One shouldn't laugh this much when one is sick!  But I just
couldn't help it.  Between the coughing and the trying to keep my food down,
laughter isn't necessarily the best medicine.  But this is so typical of
EVERY SINGLE pony I've EVER dealt with or heard about.

I'm a small person and I learned to ride when I was 16 on a tough little
pony.  She never flipped the bit, but she'd sure try everything she could.
She acted like I was killing her any time I got on her.  And she would trot
the snot out of me (bareback, no less).  I'm surprised I ever stuck with
riding long enough to graduate to a small horse (much less the ~15.5 hand
appy I have now).  I'm so GLAD I did stick with it because, thankfully,
ponies AREN'T horses!  With all the stuff I put up with from horses, ponies
are so much worse!  They have no sense of personal space.  A pony I took
care of for two years stepped on me so many times because she thought it was
funny to see me jump and try to whack her to death.  Of course, all the fist
beatings I ever gave her didn't even move her over an inch, much less keep
her from stepping on me!  I swear ponies wear armor underneath all that
hair.  All I had to do to the Arabian (took care of him to ride, the pony
came with the deal) to keep him from stepping on me was raise my voice above
a whisper!  I'm glad I never had to ride Pony (she has another name, but
Pony just describes her to a T).  I feel sorry for those poor kids that have
to ride ponies until they are big enough to ride horses!

My 2 lira

Chattanooga, TN

> -----Original Message-----
> From: []
> Sent: Thursday, February 18, 1999 7:37 PM
> To:
> Subject: Ponies
> Hi, campers,
>  In my humble opinion, ponies (Shetlands), despite their close
> resemblance to
> horses, aren't equines at all. They are many things, all
> unprintable in this
> family oriented forum, but they aren't domesticated animals, not by a long
> chalk.
>  The one and only pony I rode when I was a kid could flip his
> curb bit upside
> down.  Then, with the shanks pointing skyward, he'd
> RUN.......this, from an
> animal who fifteen minutes before had been walking at a snails
> pace, groaning
> and coughing and rolling his eyes, trying his best to convince
> you that  he
> was about to die.
> And he wouldn't just run...he'd go with a definite goal in mind.
> He'd make a
> beeline for the biggest tree he could see and abruptly remove the poor
> unfortunate soul on his back .  If by some miracle you were still
> hanging on,
> he'd drop his shoulders..still at a dead run, mind you, until you
> came off. I
> NEVER came home the same way I left, on his back. Walking and
> crying, either
> bark torn, mud covered or breathless from going over his head.. I
> always came
> off. I never learned much horsemanship on Rocky..but I sure learned about
> falling off.....
> I love horses.........but somehow, when I think of the equines
> waiting for me
> when I make it to the Rainbow Bridge, I don't think Rocky is going to be
> there.........I sure hope not, because I may just kill the little
> blanketyblank.....
> Michelle.

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