My all-time favourite dates back to the heydays of rec.equestrian, and very young readers will probably not "get" this as it's a silly cultural reference. Here goes:
Someone (I name no names) had acquired a very nice pony for a young daughter, but wanted to come up with a really great name because he came with the name "Prince" which Mom felt was boring and derivative... and also worried that there might be three or four ponies called "Prince" in any given class at any given show. Suggestions flew thick and fast. I don't even remember what name finally carried the day, but I can still make myself snort with laughter when I think of the best (according to me, anyway) suggestion:
this would've been like 2007-08ish...omg i would love if it were the same horse!! is she chestnut?
Too bad, not the same horse. I looked the one you named up on pedigree query, sadly, the obgyn I knew was at least 17 years old before she passed in a tragic pasture accident. She too, though, was a bag of bones before my friend got her and gave her a great life.
BTW, your in box is full, I tried to send you a pm.
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Amateurs, all of you. My first horse had the worst name----ever. Bimbo's Crazy King. Just stupid.
Stunning Appy, my upper level dressage horse. STUPID name. His dam was Crazy Excuse and his sire was Prince's Bimbo (by Prince Plaudit.) I always wondered why they didn't call him Bimbo's Crazy Kid, until I miraculously ran into his older brother at a show with that name.
When I started showing dressage I was in my defiant, annoyed by all of the stupid German horse names phase, so I registered and showed him under Bymbeaux. It was funny as hell listening to announcers trying to say his name in a cool way, and I could see judge's pronouncing it as I'd rider down the centerline and figure out how to say it and start laughing.
I made the acquaintance of a man on a trail ride once riding a gorgeous little gaited palomino named Little Gay Pony. When I asked why the name, he said he called him that because he was so dainty (said he was part Arabian and certainly looked it) and had a high-pitched whinny that made him sound "gay".
Turned out he was riding the pony up there that weekend to sell him. Nice little horse too, sleek and shiny, smooth and silk under saddle, easy on the eyes, impeccable manners and the perfect size for a small adult/large child. Once word got out there was a steady line of people stopping by the guy's campsite after the first day to look at him and he was snapped up by a family in no time at all. I imagine the first thing they did was change his name.