As dreamers, we all want things we can’t have, but a dream can be lost if the dreamer does not chose to pursue it. We were all once at the age of saying “I want a pony for Christmas”, but very few parents follow through with the request. About 46 years ago, a set of parents bought their little boy a pony. That little boy is my father and the little pony made my father work to where he is at today.
“That little pony was a devil,” said Doug’s mother, Willodean May. “The pony did everything it could do to brush Doug off on anything he could find”.
It was 1969, and my father was 12 years old begging his parents every moment for a horse he knew they could not afford. One Sunday afternoon they took their normal Sunday drive through the country, however this drive turned out to be a little different.
“It was a normal Sunday,” said Doug. “All of a sudden daddy turned into an entrance to a farm and in the field was a little pony with a great big bow around his neck. I cried for hours.”
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“We had no idea what we were doing and we did know any better at that time, we thought we were doing great.”
As my father got older his knowledge of horses and the industry grew. Since he could not afford to buy a new, better, horse he worked off the cost of one by helping a local trainer. He cleaned stalls, watered horses, mowed grass, and in return the guy gave him lessons on the horse he was trying to buy. This is where my father got the reality check of what a real horse looked like and the potential of what the horse industry had to offer.
When not being involved with horses it is normal not to know what people do with the horses when they say “I am going to compete at the World Show”. My father was educated on the topic which is where the dreaming began. The man he worked for went by the name of Bob Anthony, who was the first person to ever win a World Champion and was actually a world renowned
“That little pony was a devil,” said Doug’s mother, Willodean May. “The pony did everything it could do to brush Doug off on anything he could find”.
It was 1969, and my father was 12 years old begging his parents every moment for a horse he knew they could not afford. One Sunday afternoon they took their normal Sunday drive through the country, however this drive turned out to be a little different.
“It was a normal Sunday,” said Doug. “All of a sudden daddy turned into an entrance to a farm and in the field was a little pony with a great big bow around his neck. I cried for hours.”
This was the beginning to my …show more content…
“We had no idea what we were doing and we did know any better at that time, we thought we were doing great.”
As my father got older his knowledge of horses and the industry grew. Since he could not afford to buy a new, better, horse he worked off the cost of one by helping a local trainer. He cleaned stalls, watered horses, mowed grass, and in return the guy gave him lessons on the horse he was trying to buy. This is where my father got the reality check of what a real horse looked like and the potential of what the horse industry had to offer.
When not being involved with horses it is normal not to know what people do with the horses when they say “I am going to compete at the World Show”. My father was educated on the topic which is where the dreaming began. The man he worked for went by the name of Bob Anthony, who was the first person to ever win a World Champion and was actually a world renowned