Meet Clarkie

Meet Clarkie.

This horse came into my life by complete accident. She was what we like to call an impulse buy.

Now, I know that pretty much everyone can be prone to the occasional impulse buy. In fact my impulse purchases usually include wine, clothes, random cards against humanity expansion decks, wine, blocks of chocolate, dinosaur/unicorn/kangaroo onesies,  as you can see, this one was a tad outside the usual spectrum. I'm getting sidetracked.

On that fateful day, I was most definitely not in the market for a new horse, had nowhere to put another horse and most definitely did not want a 3yo. Or a mare. Being a chestnut also adds an element of crazy.

Over Easter, I was at Wagga Wagga racetrack with a friend that knew a guy who had a horse…you know how it goes.

She was tied up in a truck in front of this other horse that we were checking out, and it was pretty much the closest I’ve ever been to a ‘love at first sight’ moment. She was everything I didn’t want in a horse, and she was perfect.

She also was not for sale.

Despite this, I was encouraged to go for a quick ride on her just at the back of the racetrack. I very quickly found out that riding her made my riding skills regress 15 years. I was terrible. She was completely different to the American Quarter Horses I was used to riding. Pretty much the equine equivalent of buying a manual sports car when you’ve only ever driven an automatic sedan. Bit of a different experience. I was smitten.

However, the next day I got a phone call from my friend I was there with. I don’t know what conversations he had in that 24 hour period, but the phone call went something like this:
“So he (the owner) says that if you really want her (Clarkie) he’ll put her on the market, but if you don’t take her then she’s off the market for good”
“Tell him she’s sold!”

And that, kids, is the story of the biggest impulse buy of my life.

From there, we lived happily ever after.

Jokes, I'm kidding. In reality, things have been messier than my room after a night out. Keeping with the car analogy, we've had days of cruising and days of stalling and bunny-hopping down the road. There have definitely been days when I couldn't possibly love her more and days where I swear she's getting sold. Sounds a bit like most relationships, hey?

It's funny how much of a difference 6 months can make. When I bought her, I  had no idea that the trail we're going to ride even existed - and look where we are now!

Stay tuned for more updates on this crazy little red pony.