Europa Panache..Panache for short. He was my all...my schoolmaster and teacher. He was a big English Thoroughbred that had a brain that wouldn't quit, knew his job and loved to play. He was a jack of all trades and took me through thick and thin, galloping through forests, swimming in rivers, dancing in Dressage. He hated bugs..no fooling. It didn't matter if they were tiny tiny..and he was big...he would run and hide if anything had a buzz. I even caught him doing classical figure 8s in the ring just to take his mind off of a gnat!
Vadim du Valet...Monet for short. With a name like that, he could only be French and that he was..a Selle Francais. That's a fancy word for French Warmblood. This guy was a one person horse and I am fortunate to say that I was that one. He didn't like to be told what to do...got a super stubborn lip if you did...but if you asked and did it together, he was a dream. I swear, he must have been gelded late in life as he thought he was a stud muffin...loved the girls (mares). But then again, he was French!!
Mr Fitz..real name for Dufus...Thoroughbred. This guy was my husband's horse and we purchased him at the tender age of 4. My DH was a green rider (that's horse lingo for inexperienced) and let me tell you, that is something you never do...put an inexperienced horse with and inexperienced rider. It didn't matter with these two...they were peas in a pod and one of those once in a lifetime matches. He was big 17.2h (I couldn't see over him) but he was the kindest soul ever and didn't make a wrong step. He was out to have fun, not be pushed hard and just enjoy life...just like the DH!
And the last of "my boys" was Arlin...first American born Austrian approved Haflinger stallion. You can see how small he was but don't ever let that size fool you! He was powerful, sweet and pushy all rolled into one. This guy loved to work and his work was to pull a carriage, which we often did. There is nothing like jumping into a Meadowbrook cart on a quiet morning and heading down a country lane hearing the clip clop of horse hooves reminding you of a time long ago. The last shot is what I normally saw of Arlin...from the rear!
So now you've met a few of the four legged guys that lived with us at Round Pond Farm in NC!