Hello all you minions, my name is Yellow. Yellow by name, Yellow by colour.
I was born a long long time ago, (well about 9yrs ago) in a little northland town called Dargaville. My mummy was a little slapper by the name of Madonna...she was only a pony and grey. My daddy was a successful eventing sire called Spectator, who was by Aberlou. Spectator was also grey, so you can IMAGINE the surprise of my owners when I popped out to say hello to the world!
Grey + Grey = YELLOW!
It turns out that one of my great grandparents was a yellow, so I guess I am technically a throwback.
So..the first few years of my life I was running feral on the hills, until one day my life was rudely interrupted by this process called breaking in. SO much for living on the hills.
I was broken in, and then - god forbid - I was sent off to play polocrosse. By this stage I was a towering 16.3hh as a 4yr old, and Im not sure why they thought I would be good at it..though I did learn to balance and do wicked flying changes. (And we won't even MENTION when I was gelded..it was a truely traumatic experience!)
Im not so sure about the flying stick though...
Then they took me hunting! Well, actually, I took THEM hunting. Carted them round on an easter hunt and tried my best to keep up at the front. Pity they didn't want me at the front.
At age 5 1/2 I was put up for sale...sad but true...I was deemed too big, too ugly, and lacking talent for eventing. A lady called Michelle rang to come try me, but my owner told her I was ugly, big, and more of a mans hack than a ladies eventer..so she didnt' come see me. In the end I was sold to a lovely lady in Tairua who wanted me to stroll gently down the beach.
Sadly we had different ideas on what strolling meant.....
To me a stroll is best done at mach 10. To her, its best done at a walk. Whats with that?
So..after 6 months my new mum decided that I needed to go. She by chance emailed Michelle to ask to sell me on behalf. Well Michelle didn't want to as she figured that I must be feral for the new owner to be ditching me so fast! It took some fast pursuasion, plus a written agreement stating that if I misbehaved I would be sent home faster than lightning, but eventually I was delivered to Michelle's.
I decided to behave myself for her, and after 2 weeks she bought me herself. Thank goodness for that, I had just got her trained and didnt' want to be sold on too fast! I only have to yell at her and she comes to talk to me or give me food. If we are riding in the forest and I see a piece of long grass across the path, well why should I touch it when I can jump clean over the top? And as for going on the truck..it took a bit of pursuasion but now I love Tonka and happily travel in him!
So...we went to lots of parties together, dressage (blech), show jumping (yippee!), show hunter (Boooring!) and eventing (yee ha grandma!).
I won my first two show hunter classes, and was proud to show off my flying changes. I think Im pretty flash when I do them and sometimes even give a little squeal.
We did some training level horse trials and this was fun. I do wish she would let me do the bigger stuff though, as I go like a rocket and jump big anyway.
I especially think Im looking particularly handsome in this photo. I even became a coverboy when the NZEF decided to use me on the front of their November 07 magazine. I tell you, Ive been hiding from the paparazzi ever since!
Take note that not only did my mother and her friend Gina dye my tail (yes, they DYED it!), but they painted my legs with black makeup! Good god! Next they will be putting mascara on me...well...if its good enough for Perez Hilton...well, who am I to complain? Perez is my hero... One day my blog will be as famous as his.
Fast forward a couple of years, and I am sitting in the paddock not doing much as my mum has got too many other young TBs to work. Apparantly because Im never going to be sold, she doesn't ride me as much as the others. RUDE if you ask me.
I started to behave like a delinquent. Screaming whenever I saw her, galloping down the driveway paddock to follow her car, picking up my bucket and throwing it at her, pulling the taps off the trough, climbing down into the swamp to eat the best grass, oh and lets not forget giving her a $500 vet bill on christmas day because I beat the crap out of my paddock mate!
Then she bought a new Yellow. His name is PoppaFlash. he is 3 times my age, but I think he's just saying that to gain sympathy. I threw my feed bowl at him, and then chased him round the paddock and he ran fast so I think he's lying about his age...here are some pics of me and Poppa. Poppa has his own blog too, but he's too dumb to write it himself.
Anyway, enough was enough she decided, and so I got evicted. The witch sent me to windy Wellington! She said that my new mum Megan will give me more attention than she can give me, and hopefully it will stop me being such a delinquint. (have I got news for THEM!)
New mum Megan came to visit me and I took her to the beach. The beach is great for galloping and behaving like a dolphin. I was on my best behaviour, and didn't once try to lay down on the sand while she was on me, like I do with my other mum. I did however have quite a roll in the black sand when we had finished gallavanting like Robin Hood!
So...Im now happily in wellington with my new mum Megan. My Auckland mum Michelle says that Im allowed to stay with Megan for as long as I like, and that Im not allowed to be too naughty or else I'll get sent home to Auckland. I don't want to travel 12 hours in a truck again, so I will try to behave..but I can't promise anything.... Here I am looking handsome, at my new home in Wellington. I don't like ducks, but I do like that my mummy brings me red clover hay and lots of yummy food whenever I so much as look at her with my big brown eyes. See, its not so hard to train you humans after all!
