I’m kind of a complete sucker for any horse with any color at all. If I see a big chromey bay I go, “Oooo pretty.” A fancy jumping pinto will make me swoon, and even a tasteful appy that isn’t built like a donkey (fear not appy lovers, I know that not all Apps are created equal and that they are lovely horses) will make my heart go pitter patter.
Nothing makes me warm and mushy like a Palomino though, and here’s why.
The horse I learned to ride on and loved above all others was a Palomino named Doodles, and this crappy scan is the best picture I have of him. He was a short little QH mutt, but had the most beautiful palomino coat and thick white tail. I adored him. He was the very definition of trusty, huggable, dependable schoolmaster. He coliced beyond saving shortly after I got Elvis (pictured to the left) in 2001. I still miss him.