Baby Chrissy was one of my very first minis I purchased early on. She was weaned abruptly and shipped and arrived here at a very young age of barely 5 months old and so small she was completely lost and distraught. Chrissy immediately dubbed me her mommy and I spent many days and nights with her dragging her up on my lap and hugging her to pieces and assuring her she'd was ok, all the while she nursed on my knee for comfort. By the end of winter, all my sweat pants had these big suck and pucker places in them. Chrissy learned very quickly that when she screamed, and I mean SCREAMED, I'd go running out to soothe her and bring her some of her candy and do anything she wanted me to.
Then she also became "Kicky Baby" because I found out fast that you couldn't touch her legs to clean her feet or she would fire both back feet at you in a hurry. Same thing when trying to clip her legs or giving her vaccinations in the hip...it was like "stick her and RUN!" cause boy Kicky Baby was really handy with those flying feet. Took her a while and a couple of good finger spanks to finally get over kicking at me.
Everyone made fun of her because she is the typical example of the old style larger boned mini. Didn't matter that she had straight legs, a perfect bite, nice length of neck and sweet face, yadda yadda there was nothing refined about this girl so she was called everything from an ugly piece of crap to a dwarf; but to me, she was the apple of my eye. By the time she turned two we had a real weight problem and she has always been near obestity level which made her appear lets just say less then lovely. All the conditioning and diets in the world were not helping and she did turn into quite a pumpkin and I swear her belly was down around her ankles.
Time marched on and besides being my Baby Chrissy and Kicky Baby she also was my "Little Red Haired Girl" and somehow became Boss Mare even though she could barely hit 31" on any given day. We finally got the weight problem under control to her complete disgust when I told her junk food would be out no matter how much she screamed.
Baby Chrissy will always be my baby and she's here to stay whether she's refined or not. Its 6 years later and here she is, still a spoiled rotten character. She will never be a leggy refined halter show horse by today's standards (but you don't have to be to live here), never had a foal, and we still have some weight too loose. She has not been body clipped because she sheds very well and now she is sunbleached. A certain Redneck colt has made a disaster out of her mane and tail but anyhow, here's my Chrissy after her bath such as she is today: I just took these.
This is her "I am a diva look"
This is her "There better be some candy around here look"
And I have no idea what she thinks she is doing here.....she made this up by herself.......maybe its her studdy look???
Then she also became "Kicky Baby" because I found out fast that you couldn't touch her legs to clean her feet or she would fire both back feet at you in a hurry. Same thing when trying to clip her legs or giving her vaccinations in the hip...it was like "stick her and RUN!" cause boy Kicky Baby was really handy with those flying feet. Took her a while and a couple of good finger spanks to finally get over kicking at me.
Everyone made fun of her because she is the typical example of the old style larger boned mini. Didn't matter that she had straight legs, a perfect bite, nice length of neck and sweet face, yadda yadda there was nothing refined about this girl so she was called everything from an ugly piece of crap to a dwarf; but to me, she was the apple of my eye. By the time she turned two we had a real weight problem and she has always been near obestity level which made her appear lets just say less then lovely. All the conditioning and diets in the world were not helping and she did turn into quite a pumpkin and I swear her belly was down around her ankles.
Time marched on and besides being my Baby Chrissy and Kicky Baby she also was my "Little Red Haired Girl" and somehow became Boss Mare even though she could barely hit 31" on any given day. We finally got the weight problem under control to her complete disgust when I told her junk food would be out no matter how much she screamed.
Baby Chrissy will always be my baby and she's here to stay whether she's refined or not. Its 6 years later and here she is, still a spoiled rotten character. She will never be a leggy refined halter show horse by today's standards (but you don't have to be to live here), never had a foal, and we still have some weight too loose. She has not been body clipped because she sheds very well and now she is sunbleached. A certain Redneck colt has made a disaster out of her mane and tail but anyhow, here's my Chrissy after her bath such as she is today: I just took these.
This is her "I am a diva look"
This is her "There better be some candy around here look"
And I have no idea what she thinks she is doing here.....she made this up by herself.......maybe its her studdy look???
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