Snickers was my first pony....I got him when I was eight and he
died when I was 12. I got him Xmas day in front of my house. He
kicked, bucked, and bite. But I still loved him. I did horseshows
and trail rides on him. As the days went by after he turned 28 I
knew his day would come...normally horses don't live to 30. Than one
morning we let him out with our three mares, and he would all ways
run up to the girls butts, and bite them. Yet, Missy kicked up and
broke his leg. He went to the vet, he was put down two days after.
He could not go into surgery, cause he only would have a 70% chance
of living. So we put him down. He was a great little pony, that
thought me to ride.
