The Horses

Several horses have impacted my life greatly, and I wish I had the time to sit down and write about all of them in length. I’d talk about Shalom, the off the track QH that we rescued and ended up passing away in our arms after a long journey full of pain and abuse. The horse that changed my entire life and the way I look at horses. I’d talk about Jubilee, the nearly emaciated Tennessee Walking Horse that we brought in from an auction, who had been a victim of big lick for too many years and, after two years with us, being loved and spoiled, crossed over the rainbow bridge. About Cowboy and Barbie, two sassy, insane miniature horses that we owned for a time. About Zippy, another rescue…one that nearly killed my mother and destroyed my confidence and put out my fire for horses for a very long time. But sadly, I don’t have enough words in my vocabulary to explain how those horses changed the long run, they all changed me for the better. I’ve been bit, stomped on, bolted over, bucked off…and still, I get back up because of my love for all horses. Every one of them. I’ve never met a bad horse, only ones that were unfortunate and didn’t have the best starts, the best owners, the best treatment. For the sake of this page and it’s length, I’ll share a bit about the current stars of the show.

There’s Red, also known as Cash’s Stepping Up. My first “real” horse (my first horse was Barbie, a miniature, but she felt more like a dog.) and the owner of one half of my heart. He’s stubborn as a mule, the biggest pain in my butt, and has been my best friend for almost five years now. He’s chubby, on the short side standing right around 14.2, and absolutely gorgeous. He was my dream come true…nothing that I had in mind but everything that I needed as a young girl desperate to have a horse and just love one. He has taught me more than any trainer ever could, and I am always, always, always trying to become the best rider I can be because that is what he deserves.

Red and I, Senior Year of High School.

Red and I currently dabble in a lot of different things at home and have no plans of showing. He’s not the show horse type, and at this point in my life, I’m not the show type girl. My focus is to make him happier and to keep him healthy as he ages, and make him into the nicest horse that he can possibly be. I’ve always said that every horse should be able to collect him or herself and be a nice, well rounded, beautiful ride regardless of if they show, so I’ve been focusing on getting him to collect himself and ride off nice so that I can enjoy him in the best way possible. I post all about our rides here, so you’ll be able to learn more just from tagging along. ๐Ÿ™‚

Ransom in May of 2017.

And then, there is the newest member of my family, the owner of the other half of my heart. If heart horses exist, then I certainly have two. Ransom is my Draft/Quarter Horse cross, standing taller than any of my older horses and he isn’t even two years old yet. He is the quirkiest, sweetest, funniest horse that I’ve ever had the pleasure to be around. I got him as a completely unhandled and wild stud colt in December of 2016 and now he is a sweet, halter broke gelding. While he still has his skiddish baby moments, he is truly a good horse, with a wonderful brain and wouldn’t hurt a fly.

His sire is one of the last living grandsons of Bar Money, and his dam is Two Eyed Jack Bred on one side and draft on the other. He’s a super nice colt. He’s my first horse to ever start and he’s got me hooked on it. If all goes to plan, he’ll be an all arounder, focusing on western dressage. He brought me out of a very big funk after a bad experience with a horse, and I owe him a lot.

We also have two other mares around, owned by my sister and mother. Stormie, a bay AQHA mare who is, by far, the best trained horse on the farm, and is currently going through training by yours truly to see if she can master western pleasure. I ride her 3-4 times a week for my mother and she’s a fun, spunky horse with a lot of try and personality. sto

And then the other mare in our lives, Gracie, who was a rescue as well. She’s currently doing absolutely nothing thanks to negligent owners who messed her body up in extreme ways. She sees a chiropractor often and our hope is that she is eventually sound enough for light riding. She’s a good horse with a lot of potential, but she definitely has a big ole case of chestnut mare syndrome. ๐Ÿ˜‰




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