 Wiley's dating profile picture - of course I swiped right - thank god I'm more selective with my human men! Because we all need a little comic relief... I present you, The Meatball Adventures.... AND SO IT BEGAN... It was late fall 2013 and my mom's voice was hesitantly excited about a group of weanlings that were going to the sale barn from the Southern Illinois University breeding program. They were well-bred. They were handled. They were warmbloods. Therefore I wanted an the ugliest, gangliest one. I wanted a Meatball. While on the phone with her, I flipped through the pics on their Facebook page, and knew immediately that "Song of the South" would be my Meatball. He was potbellied, ass high, a little disheveled, and instead of the 'look of eagles', he had the 'look of slight confusion'. Sounds about right. A few weeks later, a VERY excited mother voice called with the exciting news that they'd purchased her first choice - an elegant filly who tiptoed around life with ease and confidence - but was just spelling out how the horses prices were increasing with each wave, when she shouted an expletive and hung up on me. Um.... ok. As it turns out it was my dad who came thru as my Meatball's knight in shining armor... when a mix-up with the announcer made Wiley (a passported, registered Irish Sport Horse) even more undesirable than his dad-bod presented, my dad jumped on the opportunity and raised his hand to bid. Wiley stayed in Southern Illinois until last March. Momma Sitton worked her magic on starting this kid, whose lineage would suggest his talent and stubbornness would be of equally high standards. He came to North Carolina polite, well started and a little pudgy. And he is my perfect addition at this point in my career. After years of intensity with upper level horses, Wiley prefers the speed of his alter-ego, Meatball. He sunbathes, needs a good sugar rush to walk up the hill from his field, and his work-hangover lasts a good 3 days or so. Feel free to follow along on the Wiley/Meatball journey... don't worry, it won't be fast paced, or probably even medium paced. It'll be at Meatball pace, with some spaghetti sauce splashed on our white breeches along the way.  Registered Irish Sport Horse, Song of the South. Out of Thoroughbred Mare Awhimaway, and by Grand Prix Jumper Irish Draught, Curraheen Gold. |
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