But the fart did threaten to knock my head off when I straightened his sheet. Sigh. You know, because I've never done that before (yes I'm being sarcastic). There I am, in my fashionable black rubbers leaping through the slime as he agiley swings his tucked up arse into my space. Lovely. It's moments like those that I contemplate my sanity.
It appears, his issues are more related to the fact that he has two swirls on his forehead. I didn't know but cowboy logic says that that means the horse is crazy. (Straight from the cowboy's mouth.)
I must admit I really hate being wrong. Normally I have impeccable horse taste. I have been told I have a good "eye", meaning I'm a pretty good judge of horseflesh. But this one - I broke my norm - and appear to be paying for it. I saw him trotting so nicely through his pen, discovered how cheap he was - and viola - was the proud new owner of a horse. Call me impulsive.
He has some faults (in my opinion) that would normally make me veer away from purchasing a horse like him. First off - he has visible white around his eyes, and my grandpa told me horses with white in their eyes are spooky. Secondly, he has Impressive breeding, which I normally avoid simply because the cowboys don't like it, as they believe they don't make good working horses. Thirdly, he was running wild as a two year old. However, he has lovely free movement and is ridiculously athletic. Plus, he wasn't supposed to grow into the giant he's enroute to becoming.
Ideally, Buddy would be long gone by now, but here I am stuck with him (and hating every minute!) What to do... What to do...