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𝕵 Dancing In The Mud {SR}

ID#1054120
Owned by ᴛʀᴜQᴜᴇ (#115954)
Bred by ᴛʀᴜQᴜᴇ (#115954)

This horse is deceased.
Currents

STR: 48
SPD: 48
AGI: 2466
INT: 2468
END: 61
ALL: 5091

Preferred Treat

Horse Information
Name 𝕵 Dancing In The Mud {SR}
Age 22 years old (ages in 7 days)
Breed Andalusian
Color Dunalino
Sex Stallion
Pattern Rabicano
Markings Face: Blaze, NF: Pastern, FF: –, NH: –, FH: Stocking
Born 2020-07-18 05:41:23
Genotype ee aa gg Crcr Dd chch FF ZZ pp stysty Rbrb ++ oo spsp lplp patn1patn1 patn2patn2
Conformation and Health
Height 14.3 hands (59in)
Head 93.98 Excellent
Neck 97.99 Perfect
Withers 86.74 Excellent
Back 91.29 Excellent
Shoulders 94.98 Excellent
Legs 96.78 Perfect
Knees 89.20 Excellent
Hooves 89.00 Excellent
Average 92.50

Specialty Information
First Places 0 Second Places 0 Third Places 11
Specialty Dressage (Converted: 0 times) Grade International 5 Training Level 1
Training Progress
Stat Boost Points
3 / 10

Horse Points
Yesterday 0
This Week 0
This Month 0
All Time 3912
Show Winnings
Yesterday $0
This Week $0
This Month $0
All Time $10,048

Pedigree, Breeding and Foals
Sired by Gold Moon Foals 0 foals bred Base Stats
STR: 46
SPD: 45
AGI: 2152
INT: 2140
END: 48
ALL: 4431
Dam Sonya Last Bred Never  
Pedigree View Pedigree      

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Registered since
2020-10-15 11:52:16

Public Notes
“Dancing In The Mud”
Nickname: Mud
Status: Always Dirty
Currently: Figuring out how to get dirty, even after having a bath and being put in a clean stall.

    Dancing In The Mud is not a horse for the faint of heart, with baths and brushes almost everyday. Mud takes after his sire, hundred of tricks up his sleeves, and always keeping everyone on their toes. He almost always finds a way to get dirty- and thinks it’s funny to watch the stable hands watch in horror as he rolls in the mud, freshly cleaned. Mud is a goofball, and who’s not to love him? He likes wandering around in the pasture in the daytime, looking for barn cats to terrorize. At night, he’s tucked away in a big comfy stall, plotting about which stable hands he can shake mud onto tomorrow