My mum arrived and started brushing me and took me for a walk. I looked around and ate some grass. I discovered what was going on. This visit to another farm was for me to be 'inspected'! I was to be looked all over by experts and then asked to walk, trot and canter around so they can see how I move. Not sure why. I went back to my stall and ate some hay.
A little later in the morning my mom put my bridle on me and took me out again. This time I wasnt allowed to eat. It was inspection time. We had to wait for some other young horses to be inspected, I watched what they did so I would be prepared and then it was our turn.
I had to stand quietly while a judge walked around me and made notes. Then I had to walk up and down a roadway and then trot up and down it. (That was difficult for my mom because she had hurt her back just before we left on our journey!)
That was easy I thought, now I can go back to my stall and eat some more hay. It seemed a long way to go just to walk and trot up and down a road. I was wrong after lunch my mom took me out again.
This is one of my moms favourite photos of me.
This time we went into a big indoor arena. All the young horses that I watched walk and trot in the morning were in there too. We all walked around, in both directions and then had to leave. One at a time we went back into the arena and had to be looked over again by the judges. Then we walked, trotted and even cantered. I did my best trot, but didnt do a very good canter.
I think I look magnificent, dont you? Finally everyone paraded around in the arena together and we all got ribbons. I got a blue one to take home. After that I went back to my stall and my mom helped a lady with her horse and foal for their inspection.
Later in the day something happened that I am not sure about. A man with a stick, which was very hot, pushed something onto my back leg and made a mark. It didnt really hurt, but did smell bad. It happened to all the horses that were there, so it must have been ok to do. My mom called it a brand and was done so everyone would know I am a Knabstrupper. It even has my number on it - 961.
After all that excitement it was truly my dinner and bed time. This was very exciting for an almost two year old. I was glad to lie down and fall asleep.
The next morning most of the other horses had already left. It was time for us to go too. I decided though, that I didnt want to go and wouldnt go into the trailer! After 45 minutes I gave in and walked in to the trailer. Mom wasnt too happy with me. :(
On the journey home there was a loud bang right under my feet and my mom had to park at the side of the road for a while. Then a man with a very noisy machine came, fixed something and left. After that we left and finally got home. The bang was a tyre on the trailer blowing out.
I was very glad to be home and ran out into the field to say hello to everyone. Then I fell asleep for a long time.
