I went to the trainer's barn to check out my prospective partner three times before the vet check.
|Observing him on the ground...|
|...and being ridden (my saddle, trainer's bridle)...|
|before trying him out myself.|
|He has only been ridden Western, so moving out was a new concept for him.|
|I saw potential, though!|
|What a good boy (and slouchy rider)!|
|He looks so much like my old FEI-level Morgan in this photo, it's spooky!|
The third visit was the trail ride. I hauled Brian's pony over to the trainer's, and five of us – the trainer, the horse's owner and her daughter, Brian, and me – went for a lovely little ride a short distance down a paved road, over some farm fields, on a trail through the woods, and into a small river. My young, green mount saw a moving tractor for the first time, went into water for the first time, and was passed by vehicles (three of them!) on the road for the first time – and handled it all with aplomb. Good looks, good gaits, and a good mind; I was convinced that this horse was the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow – the rainbow being a wondrous chain of events over the last seven years that led me to this particular horse. With Rick's blessing, we scheduled the pre-purchase exam for last Friday.