listens to horses: June 2008

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Riding in my own back yard

Friends enjoy their ride around the Blackwater cotton fields. When the woods are too full of bugs the fields are a great place to ride.

Fred on Pie points out the lespediza growing around the trees.

Fred rides Pie as his first choice mount.

Sunday, June 08, 2008

What kind of color/pattern is this?

Finally a photo of a CLEAN and still damp Taffy.

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Two girls on one horse...Taffy at her best

Monday, June 02, 2008

The fence building at Blackwater

This would be Mystic and Royal helping Alex and Ryan. Royal is a Fall 2007 model and Mystic is a Spring of 06.

My new little rider

Little Miss Eliza Jane picked Haggatha as her fave. They are making a great team.

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.

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