One good thing Sister did was give Mom some old papers on the horse. Even though they were expired Mom found the original owners name and phone number on it. She called the man and talked to him and he told her that Dante' wasn't like that when he sold him. He said that the horse would come right up to the fence and eat apples from his hand. He said that they are a high strung breed but that the horse has horse sense. He also said he isn't a horse. He is a Pony.
That explains why he is so small. I don't know what Sister was thinking. She would never be able to ride him. They are breed only to show or pull carts. Sister is way to big for him. Ponies aren't made to take over a hundred pounds. If she tried to ride him with a saddle she could have hurt him bad. With her weight and that of the saddle that poor horse wouldn't have a chance.
I feel kind of sorry for Sister but I feel really sorry for the pony. After talking to the first owner Mom decided that she would no longer call him Dante'. And you will never guess what Mom did next.
In the dark she grabbed 4 baby carrots and headed to the barn. I tagged along to see what she was going to do. She told me I could watch but to stay back and not say a word. She got Dante' to come up to the fence just by holding out one of those carrots and calling him. The funny thing was that she didn't call him Dante'. Instead she called the JAZZ MAN. It was the weirdest thing. He ate one of the carrots and played with the rest. Mom just grinned and headed to the house. Sometimes Mom can shock even me. Here is a picture of Mom's new Pony .... The Jazz Man. (Mom says she is calling him Jazzie for short) I think that fits him better anyway