My first horse loves were palomino geldings. It’s been many, many years, but I have vague memories of pony rides on Oats at the tender age of 5, feeding Maize in our yard (because his teen owner had rolled him down a hill and through barbed wire by the highway and his grandparents couldn’t deal with his medical needs) when I was 7, and then Sunny, the beautiful, golden boy that was the first horse I ever lunged and my first experience with horse sales at age 14. Sunny was owned by the breeding farm I worked at. And I cried for days when he left us. My heart simply broke.
Mare, gelding, foal or stallion. It doesn’t seem to matter. I am just a sucker for blondes.
I even love my own little blondie girl.