Turhan Hektinen

NimiTurhan Hektinen, "Helga" Syntymäaika22.07.2016 (2v.)
Rotusuomenpienhevonen Väritrt
Sukupuolitamma Säkäkorkeus153 cm
KasvattajaAaria VRL-01733 OmistajaAaria VRL-01733
RekisterinumeroVH16-018-0000 Taso&painotusHe A, koulupainotus

Luonne

His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. "What's happened to me? " he thought. It wasn't a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame.

It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad. "How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense", he thought, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn't get into that position. However hard he threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was. He must have tried it a hundred times, shut his eyes so that he wouldn't have to look at the floundering legs, and only stopped when

Sukutaulu

i. Kaunon Nokipoika
klm, 157 cm
KTK-III, KV-I, SV-II
ii. Kaunon Nokkostähti
rt, 161 cm
KTK-II, KV-II
iii. Riihikorven Ruskapoika
prt, 146 cm
KTK-II, KRJ-I
iie. Kiven Valma
prt, 165 cm
Ch, KTK-II, VAR-I, SV-I, KV-II
ie. Viehättävän Ulpu
rt, 157 cm
KTK-III
iei. Seljasaaren Uljas
prt, 145 cm
VSN Ch, KTK-I
iee. Viehättävän Heljä
vkk, 158 cm
SV-I
e. Huvitutin Hulina
rnvkk, 158 cm
SV-II
ei. Huvitutin Voitto
vkk, 150 cm
KTK-II, SV-III
eii. Fiktion Voitonvarma
vkk, 151 cm
VIR MVA Ch, KTK-II, SLA-I, KRJ-I, SV-I, EV-I, jälkeläislk C
eie. Huvitutin Runolilja
prt, 154 cm
KTK-III
ee. Viehättävän Humiina
m, 157 cm
KTK-III, SV-III
eei. Viehättävän Huijari
prn, 165 cm
KTK-II, ERJ-II, SV-II
eee. Keinumäen Liitomiina
m, 152 cm
VIR MVA Ch, KTK-II, KRJ-III

Jälkeläiset

skp. Nimi (s. 00.00.0000), isä/emä: Nimi
skp. Nimi (s. 00.00.0000), isä/emä: Nimi

Kilpailut

KRJ 0 sijoitusta

JAOS (00.00.0000) Kilpailupaikka, Luokka 0/0
JAOS (00.00.0000) Kilpailupaikka, Luokka 0/0
JAOS (00.00.0000) Kilpailupaikka, Luokka 0/0
JAOS (00.00.0000) Kilpailupaikka, Luokka 0/0

ERJ 0 sijoitusta

JAOS (00.00.0000) Kilpailupaikka, Luokka 0/0
JAOS (00.00.0000) Kilpailupaikka, Luokka 0/0
JAOS (00.00.0000) Kilpailupaikka, Luokka 0/0
JAOS (00.00.0000) Kilpailupaikka, Luokka 0/0

Päiväkirja & valmennukset

Valmennus

His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. "What's happened to me? " he thought. It wasn't a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame.

It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad. "How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense", he thought, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn't get into that position. However hard he threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was. He must have tried it a hundred times, shut his eyes so that he wouldn't have to look at the floundering legs, and only stopped when

Päiväkirjatarina

His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. "What's happened to me? " he thought. It wasn't a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame.

It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad. "How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense", he thought, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn't get into that position. However hard he threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was. He must have tried it a hundred times, shut his eyes so that he wouldn't have to look at the floundering legs, and only stopped when