She's small, 14.1 hands, but she's stocky, like a little draft. She's got huge black splooshes all over--a little black and white pinto pony mare. Looong mane. I should cut it, but she needs it for winter. Her hair is thick thick thick, but oh so soft, her tail is long and brushes the ground. She was rescued not three weeks ago from an empty dirt lot where she got all the food among the seven horses that lived there (she was the most aggressive. The other six, I'm happy to say, Diane has rescued as well. =D ) When Linda got on her, Lil Miss Oreo took off like someone had set off a firecracker under her backside, heh. Couldn't stop her. Then Diane got on, wrenched her arounnd, tied her head around. Then I come. I saw her in her stall, where she was blowing and snorting and blowing and snorting and stomping and rolling her eyes back into her head with fear and I said "So-o-o-o girl," And just stood there calmly, my hand patiently reaching out. She stopped, stood. And then she brushed my hand with her nose, then shied away again--but now she whinnies at the sound of my voice. Riding was another thing entirely. She was crazy, didnt know what an arena was, feared the rein contact. In two days I had her going around like a pro, little polos on her legs and cantering slow and easy. She's so fucking cute it hurts. I'll try and get pics up later. So. Now I have a new prospect. Going to try and jump her over an X today, see how she does. *It's sometimes that I swear to God I can speak to them, like I know what they're thinking.