The Spirit of Stall Number One. The personal story of my username.

People, me for one, talk about their dogs and how they worm there way into your hearts, but an old pony like Jinglebob become podner's with you.

I had one named Alpo that was the same way. He wasn't never gonna win any trophies, but he could read cows. He'da jumped off a cliff it that's what I asked of him.

Tough to lose an old friend like that.

Several horses and a dozen or so dogs are waiting for me at the "Bridge." I'm hurrying along as fast as I can.
 
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JB: I have waited a while to contribute to your post because of the memories and emotions that your essay brought forth from my memory. I cowboyed as well as I could for my Uncle when I was 11, 12 & 13 yrs old on his cattle spread. I developed a life long affection for working horses and especially the Morgan Breed. Later in life I started a small horse breeding operation and bred Morgans for Show and Trail. I let the pros 'show' my horses and I took the non show quality ones for my special project in competitive trail riding. I was living in Arizona at the time and the trail rides were always in incredibly beautiful county. I had a young male Morgan that had a "muley" looking head. I named him 'Ebeneezer' which of course was shortened to 'Eb'. He was never going to be a show horse. I took to him because of some of those same characteristics you described in Jinglebob. We started working on competitive trail conditioning and it did both of us a world of good. After doing 35 miles on the first day and then 25 miles on the second of an event I watched him as we finished the ride. Most of the other horses were coming in dragging with heads down. Not 'Eb'. He came into the finish line with his head head up and with a little spark in him that was almost show off. When I was working in the pasture on fence repairs he was right there with me trying to help. Except his idea of help was to pickup what ever tool I had laid down and run with it. There wasn't a stall door or a gravity lock gate lock that he couldn't open. I had to keep every thing he had access to double locked with mechanical snaps. We had a great relationship for five years. On one trail ride I side passed him around a big Arizona Diamondback coiled in our trail. I rode Eb around 25 to 30 ft. away and ground tied him. I went back to kill the snake with some big rocks. I was just finishing up the job when Eb breathed down the back of my neck. I swear he wanted to get in on the action. I had to relocate to Colorado and it was just time to cut down the herd. He stayed in Arizona and I regretted selling him every time I thought about him.

"There is something about the outside of a horse that is good for the inside of a man." Sir Winston Churchill
 
"There is something about the outside of a horse that is good for the inside of a man." Sir Winston Churchill

Big Cholla,
Truer words was never spoke. :)

Spring Storm

Cowboys and horses earn each other's respect. I could walk out in the horse pasture and whistle and ol Cooter would come a runnin'. I'd jump on him bareback with no bridle or halter and we would go to the barn.

A horse's fun starts when you throw a saddle on him.

I bought horse that a gal had used for barrel racing, she had outgrowed the sport.
I'd see him out in the pasture and I could tell he was bored out of his mind. He was runnin' the barrels by himself.

I bought him to give him something to do.
 
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I want to take the opportunity to thank all who responded to the original post with such kind and thoughtful words, and the "likes" you offered. I am humbled. I apologize for not responding sooner but this is a busy time of year. Mowing and baling hay all week has left me with little free time to enjoy the Forum.

Again, thank you all.
 
My favorite horse......

I'm not a horse person. I like them ok, but to me they are way too much trouble and their health is finicky. My MILs family LOVES horses. My SIL had a succession of horses. They were one owner types, not friendly and sometimes downright mean and dangerous. But then came 'Admiral'. Or 'Admule' as we liked to call him. Champion stock and you could tell that just by looking at him. BIG horse. Well, the thing that I liked about Admiral was that he was like a big dog. He could see us coming down the driveway and he'd run to the gate to say hello and collect some pats on the head. He loved to be loved and was a real sweetie pie. Well, 'Admule' was a around for a good long time, but too early he began to break down to some degenerative disease. It was so pitiful seeing that proud bearing become so decrepit. Of course at a difficult time my SIL had to put him down. I'm sitting here getting misty eyed thinking about old "Admule".
 
I just happened upon this thread and clicked it because I thought it might be an interesting discussion of what our different and oddball forum user names represent, or perhaps assorted tales behind them.

That's not what I found, but what a fantastic story. The thread should be enjoyed by all. Note that the included picture of Jinglebob is not linked, I hope that picture can be returned.
 
Sevens, thank you so much for bringin' this'n back. I am reminded once again of the eloquence and heart in Jinglebob's posts. I just hope I have recovered the ability to swallow again by supper time...
 
I am very sorry for your loss and your post was sad but amazing. I do not look forward to tomorrow. My daughter has had a Yorkie named Prissy for about thirteen years. Prissy has kidney failure and other problems and is beginning have problems moving around and is beginning to snap at my daughter. She called earlier and said that she had made a appointment tomorrow with the vet to have her put to sleep.
It is sad but I guess the time has come. I am taking her.
 
Sorry for the sad duty you have to perform tomorrow ancient-one.

I still recall reading the OP in 2016. Very powerful and it made me feel I was a part of the whole thing. Not many posters can do that for me, but you did.

I wish I'd have had the opportunity to know you Jinglebob back in the day. But you made me feel pretty close to it with your powerful words.

Bob
 
After reading your tribute to Jinglebob, the page got real blurry and my eyes tearded up. I guess I'm getting old. My eyes aren't as hard as they used to be.
 
GREAT STORY.

The wife & I were devastated after having to put down our very special sibling Brittany's. She swore "no more pets EVER AGAIN". 24 Hours to the minute after their passing, the wife witnessed a small powder puff (Pomeranian) going under a car. He was scared more than injured & became HER special new gift. Divine intervention as she calls it. Here's hoping you will find another special horse to fill stall #1.
 
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