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Our new girl Winter Jubilee, 5yo Hanoverian Mare. God I love her already
STORY
Avan leaned back in his chair, cup of coffee in his hand and laptop in his lap. He had made himself a nest in the hayloft surrounded by hay bales. He had himself his very own hay bale thrown. He was determined not to budge until he found himself some mares.
Kipcha had named him head of the new Hanoverian breeding program. He was excited, no, ecstatic that he had full control over the whole thing. He had already brought in some impressive stallions, but they had no mares. None. And, believe it or not, good mares were essential for a breeding program.
He had already been searching for five hours, gone through eleven cups of coffee, and rejected over one hundred potential horses.
He clicked on yet another promising looking sales profile, not expecting much. He read the information first. He had learned that a lot of bad vices, medical conditions, or other reject-able information awaited in the horse's description.
"Mare. Five years old. Knows her basics. Good for vet, farrier, and dentist. Loves water. Easy to load. A bit of a picky eater, but no one can be worse than Avison." he mumbled to himself. He scrolled to the top to check the pictures and videos, and nearly dropped his cup of coffee.
"Oh my god," he breathed, "she's perfect."
He rushed downstairs to show Kipcha, who more than agreed with him. "Lets set up a vet check with out veterinarian and go from there."
Two weeks and one passed vet check later, the mare was unloaded from the trailer, already sporting the Fallbrooke signature colors on her blanket.
She was all theirs.
Background: Red Doors - Stock
Next: Troubles
Yay for 40 minute pictures!
Our new girl Winter Jubilee, 5yo Hanoverian Mare. God I love her already
STORY
Avan leaned back in his chair, cup of coffee in his hand and laptop in his lap. He had made himself a nest in the hayloft surrounded by hay bales. He had himself his very own hay bale thrown. He was determined not to budge until he found himself some mares.
Kipcha had named him head of the new Hanoverian breeding program. He was excited, no, ecstatic that he had full control over the whole thing. He had already brought in some impressive stallions, but they had no mares. None. And, believe it or not, good mares were essential for a breeding program.
He had already been searching for five hours, gone through eleven cups of coffee, and rejected over one hundred potential horses.
He clicked on yet another promising looking sales profile, not expecting much. He read the information first. He had learned that a lot of bad vices, medical conditions, or other reject-able information awaited in the horse's description.
"Mare. Five years old. Knows her basics. Good for vet, farrier, and dentist. Loves water. Easy to load. A bit of a picky eater, but no one can be worse than Avison." he mumbled to himself. He scrolled to the top to check the pictures and videos, and nearly dropped his cup of coffee.
"Oh my god," he breathed, "she's perfect."
He rushed downstairs to show Kipcha, who more than agreed with him. "Lets set up a vet check with out veterinarian and go from there."
Two weeks and one passed vet check later, the mare was unloaded from the trailer, already sporting the Fallbrooke signature colors on her blanket.
She was all theirs.
Background: Red Doors - Stock
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