Little Wolf Ranch
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Growing up, I was always told that everything under 14hh was a "pony" - never did we know that there were actual different breeds and that ponies were these rotten little equines that bit, kicked, reared and were downright nasty and only a few were actually "good" and worth anything at all. Around my area you could say pony and people would cringe - so when I first saw some Miniature Horse foals in person at the local county fair....I was amazed at how tiny they were and looked so much like a riding horse but shrunk down to miniature scale. I was 15 years old at the time and had never laid a hand on a "pony" much less a Miniature so when I saw the owner walking into the pen to clean the pen, feed and water them I asked if I could come in to meet them, and that I had never seen anything like them.
There were 6 so called "weanlings" in the pen but there was one that was half the size of the others - very very tiny and he stood out to me as he was standing in the corner alone not being allowed to eat from the bullying others around the feed trough. He was a bright bay with a cute half moon on his rump and I instantly fell in love. It was late October and I had noticed that he had completely body clipped all the way down to the skin and so were the others - they were all shivering but he said that clipping them to get all the baby hair off was necessary so they didn't swallow the shedding hair when grooming each other and I was told that he was 7 months old like the others and would remain very small as his sire was tiny and that he was AMHR registered, but at the time papers didn't matter to me as growing up we had always had grade riding horses that had shown just fine in open shows so I wasn't worried about it at the time, but was happy to have them anyways. I was told he was $800 so after some "birthday wishing" with my father, we arranged a payment plan and had him delivered the next week.
I had noticed that he wasn't eating grain like he should be (I had owned and worked with weanling riding horses for years prior) so I called the vet out. He did a very brief examination on him and promptly told me that there was no way that Sampson was 7 months old - he barely had any teeth! I was shocked to find out that I had been lied to, but there was no way I was sending him back, as I had already fallen in love with him. We had made a nice enclosed stall for him with deep bedded hay and mush feedings four times daily and bottled replacement milk twice per day and he grew like a weed.
Six years later and he is still my favorite little man and always will be - he's the one that I am so deeply attached to and is my main herd sire, and he has sired 100% pinto foals so I believe him to be homozygous for tobiano thus far, hopefully will be getting him tested soon when I send off for my other colt. So far he has sired a 2010 sorrel 50/50 colored tobiano blue eyed filly and two 2011 foals, a sorrel minimal tobiano with chrome colt and a bay 50/50 colored tobiano clue eyed filly. He is expecting two foals from my two mature mares, both of which have been reserved in utero for a friend of a lady who bought Sampsons sorrel tobiano colt from this year.
If I had never met Sampson, I never would have fallen in love with the gentle nature and loving disposition of the Miniature breed. We all have one that started the addiction so please share your story and a picture of the one who started it all for you. The saying that they are just like potatoe chips, you can't have one - is exactly right!
There were 6 so called "weanlings" in the pen but there was one that was half the size of the others - very very tiny and he stood out to me as he was standing in the corner alone not being allowed to eat from the bullying others around the feed trough. He was a bright bay with a cute half moon on his rump and I instantly fell in love. It was late October and I had noticed that he had completely body clipped all the way down to the skin and so were the others - they were all shivering but he said that clipping them to get all the baby hair off was necessary so they didn't swallow the shedding hair when grooming each other and I was told that he was 7 months old like the others and would remain very small as his sire was tiny and that he was AMHR registered, but at the time papers didn't matter to me as growing up we had always had grade riding horses that had shown just fine in open shows so I wasn't worried about it at the time, but was happy to have them anyways. I was told he was $800 so after some "birthday wishing" with my father, we arranged a payment plan and had him delivered the next week.
I had noticed that he wasn't eating grain like he should be (I had owned and worked with weanling riding horses for years prior) so I called the vet out. He did a very brief examination on him and promptly told me that there was no way that Sampson was 7 months old - he barely had any teeth! I was shocked to find out that I had been lied to, but there was no way I was sending him back, as I had already fallen in love with him. We had made a nice enclosed stall for him with deep bedded hay and mush feedings four times daily and bottled replacement milk twice per day and he grew like a weed.
Six years later and he is still my favorite little man and always will be - he's the one that I am so deeply attached to and is my main herd sire, and he has sired 100% pinto foals so I believe him to be homozygous for tobiano thus far, hopefully will be getting him tested soon when I send off for my other colt. So far he has sired a 2010 sorrel 50/50 colored tobiano blue eyed filly and two 2011 foals, a sorrel minimal tobiano with chrome colt and a bay 50/50 colored tobiano clue eyed filly. He is expecting two foals from my two mature mares, both of which have been reserved in utero for a friend of a lady who bought Sampsons sorrel tobiano colt from this year.
If I had never met Sampson, I never would have fallen in love with the gentle nature and loving disposition of the Miniature breed. We all have one that started the addiction so please share your story and a picture of the one who started it all for you. The saying that they are just like potatoe chips, you can't have one - is exactly right!