I have a fuly black arabian male horse named Bolt. I´ll try to get a picture!

I used to have a horse when I was a country girl and that was 7 years ago. I need to fnd that picture, his name was Benny and he was a chestnut, gorgeous horse too. I had to give him to someone since I moved to the city. He was still mine for a while, about three years and the man who kept him had a daughter who is just in love with Benny and I didn't spend as much time with benny as I used to so I told the mans daughter that she could have him so I no longer own my Benny but the girl is really sweet and it was the right thing to do at the time even though it broke my heart.

Oh I've dreamed of owning a horse...

My favorites are the Kiger mustang:

the Friesain:

and Appaloosa:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Appaloosa

My favorite coat colors include dun, bay, black, chesnut, roan, and varnish roan.

I've been eying this thread with intent to post for over a month now.

~ First off, my favorite breed is the Arabian. Cliche, I know. But there's so much to like!

My family and I do historical reenactment, and one day we want to dress up in our medivel costumes and go horseback riding. That will be a dream come true...

I have a cape, and I've always wanted to wear it while riding. It would flow back behind me so beautifully! But it would probably spook the horse.

~ My Horse History:
When I was about 9 I began taking riding lessons at a local stable. After around 2.5 years of Western riding, my teacher switched me over to English. I enjoyed the Western a lot more - English is so demanding, with the rewards pretty much limited to the nice, light saddle and jumping. I was just beginning very small jumps when I had to stop the lessons - they got too expensive.
My favorite horse there was Slim. He was a darkish chestnut mutt with faint lighter spots over his back. Beautiful! His previous owner never rode him and he had gotten very wild. They kept him in a stall all the time because if they let him out to pasture they'd never catch him again. At least the stall had a small outside run attached... But the poor horse was going crazy cooped up like that. He'd start plunging around whenever anyone walked by. But my sisters and I would pick grass from the pasture (which was a few yards away, right there in front of him! Like a tease) and hand feed him carefully. Eventually he liked us and always expected grass. We'd stand on the fence and reach over to brush his back with our hands. Once or twice he started to nibble my boot toes! He only ever behaved so well for us and the daughter of my instructor.
He had a happy ending, though. One day we came and he was gone. His owner took him to let him out into a pasture at another stable. I was sorry to never see him again, though.

More recently, as a younger teen I went to CHA (Certified Horsemanship Association) Victory Ranch Camp once a week for three years. I was then able to pass into Level 3 and for these past three summers I've been helping out there a week and a half as a WIT (Wrangler-in-Training). Those were some of the best weeks of my life - horse awesomeness nonstop! And the Wranglers are all wonderful people to work for.
Sure, it was hard work. And sure, I've realized I'm not all that skilled with horses. But if I could choose, I'd do that as an occupation for the rest of my life. But I can't, and it's time to move on. So I'm not going back this summer. I feel like crying whenever I think about that, though.