Mr. Chips was the horse that my mom had before I was born. He was a 14 something hand bay QH. My mom mainly showed him in the small 4-H type hunter ring, but he was a pretty good baby sitter also. He was the first horse that I ever rode by myself (and also in utero). At that time we had a few acres, so he lived in our backyard with a few boarder horses (and eventually my pony). Looking back at the pictures of him, I'm always taken aback for a minute at how almost pony-like he looks, because in my memories, he was always a big horse. It's funny how time and perspective changes things like that. He was part of my life till I was about 6 or 7 when he crossed the rainbow bridge.
I'm pretty sure that I get my love of horses from Mr. Chips, because when I remember him, I can only remember how sweet and patient he was with me - from my attempts to grooming to the daily rides I demanded.
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