We sold DD's lovely, lovely welsh mountain pony a month ago as he was getting on a bit and not so keen anymore on hunting/jumping. Actually, I fib. he LOVED hunting and jumping, but he was getting tired and unwell with it. He's gone to a wonderful local home where he'll be petted all through retirement.
A family member has been searching for a pony for DD - something younger, a bit livelier, one that will grow with DD in ability and love pony club camps and rallies and hunting next winter.
Family member (a trainer) has found a pony for DD to try after rejecting quite a few before we met them... BUT, he's a coloured cob and I am a bit
. I just don't like them! I don't like coloured horses full stop really. But in other ways, he is perfect: a reluctant sale due to redundancy, only 7, beautifully trained and handled, a known quantity, loves pony clubs and hunting.
He does have an absolutely AWFUL name as well though - really terrible (which even if we changed it for day to day would still be announced at every show, etc), and he is on the absolute upper limit of what I am willing to pay for a child's pony.
We are obviously going to see him on Sunday and DD can have a good ride. But I am really not sure. And that is silly to have that prejudice I know, but when this much money (and it is a lot) and effort and love is involved, I want to feel 100% committed myself as, although DD is fabulous and getting good at pony care, it's still a huge commitment as a parent
.
Can anyone either sympathise, tell me lovely stories about coloured cobs, or give me a gentle slap....