Jobee is 33 years old. He is the first horse I ever owned and the one I love the most because he has such a unique personality. He whinnies when I come to see him, especially if he thinks I'm bringing apples. It always seems as if he is trying to talk to me.
He was a wonderfully trained roping horse that we bought when we lived in Nebraska. Dave Arrington, who boarded him for us, used Jobee to teach others when they wanted to learn how to rope.
After we bought him, Dave found a beautiful, used Syd Hill Australian saddle for me. Every time I approached Jobee with the saddle he gave me a look that seemed to say, "You're not putting that sissy saddle on me again, are you?"
He was a wonderful horse! He always came when I called him. He was very calm and well mannered. He rarely ever shied in new circumstances, and he had the most beautiful trot. He looked like the horses used in harness racing. He always lifted his front legs high and looked so stately. There was only one thing we discovered Jobee did not like and that was horse carts--and bicycles because their wheels must have reminded him of carts. We always wondered if someone had tried to hitch him to a cart. He knew he was meant to be a roping horse not hitched to a cart.
I loved Jobee!