listens to horses: August 2006

Thursday, August 31, 2006

Another photo of Khitian

This is the same mare along with my friend Jamie and her adult mini horse Romeo. This photo was taken quite a bit later than the previous photo.

Khitian

This is Khitian (kitten). She was my first clyde foal. She produced a few foals for me. The house in the back ground is the house I live in now. It is much more grown up with weeds as well as things like apples, pears, and Jerusulen artichokes, in fact along with peppers and tomatoes I have way more than any one person needs so share with my neighbors.

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

old race horse photo

This is a photo of my Grandfather and his race horse. All I know is Grandma called him "Smokey Joe". I might try to find more at a later time. I have the colors here hanging on the wall, the silks the jocky wore when he rode Grandfathers horse. I remember as a small child going to the races with my grandparents. It was so exciting and I brought home a BIG bunch of non winning tickets, lol. My grandmother said she liked the grays. Sadly I lost my grandmother this last month and I lost my grandfather a few years ago.

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I have been a hippophiliac {lover of horses} all my life. I was born in Garden Grove CA where we could not have horses. After wanting one for so long and saving LOTS of dimes and pennies, in the summer of 73 we moved to Norco CA. I finally got my first horse at age 7. She was a hateful Appaloosa mare in foal. Boy did those first horses teach me some things. By the time I was 10 I no longer had my own horse and had to ride the horses no one else wanted to, if I wanted to ride. I could ride horses my friends and family could not. I got the chance to work with show horses of several breeds and disciplines growing up. I lived within riding distance of Ingall’s Park so saw lots and lots of shows. My brother’s girlfriend (now his wife) showed Morgan horses and later their trainer bought the place across the road from my parents. Quite by accident I got into training horses. I mean that was all I wanted to do anyway, but to make money at it? COOL! I was 13. I started with rehabbing outlaw horses (a very learning experience for me) and went on to starting young Arabian horses then Morgans. In the early 90’s I moved to the Missouri Ozarks, near Ava. There I opened my own training barn open to the public. I trained horses for a living there for over 10 years before a bad marriage and an injury put an end to that. After the divorce and loss of my farm I traveled around quite a bit. I learned a lot and had good and bad times. I am now back home in the Ozarks with a brand new plan. I plan to build the ultimate trail horse. What that means to me is, big, bold, and beautiful. I want a horse pretty enough to show on the weekends, athletic enough to ride all day over rough terrain… day after day, and smart enough to save my life if need be, with a walk to bring tears to your eyes!!! I plan to start with the best blooded brood stock, with outstanding conformation, large hearts, big motors, and beautiful color...that can walk the walk, in the building of my ideal trail horse.