Jesse was a legend. He was a halter champion, a winner in dressage, a bombproof foxhunter and an undefeated trail challenge champion. More important, he was the sweetest soul. He loved people, he loved to train, he loved to travel, he loved me. I bought him as a yearling, and I held his head in my arms as he died at 32.
Jackson, on the other hand, has had to follow in Jesse’s footsteps. I wanted my next horse to be a bit smaller with similar coloring, so when this cute, 4-year-old, 14.3 hand red dun popped up in my Facebook feed, I thought I’d go take a look.
It was not love at first sight. But I thought the little gelding had potential. Plus he wasn’t too expensive, so…
