listens to horses

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Happy Easter!

Third, or is it fourth generation home raised.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

silly goat takes her first ride

Mystic's foal born April Fools Day

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Leading is not dragging a horse around on the end of a rope. It is so much more than that. It is a system of communication, a bargain creating a relationship in which each knows their place. Where one becomes the leader and the other the follower, and each does their job. Each holds up their end of the bargain. The rope is just a tool to help each know what the other wants.

Friday, December 26, 2008

I got a new camera for Christmas

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Monday, December 15, 2008

Birthday Parade

We first met Hanna at the rodeo where we were loaning horses for a queen contestant. Hanna go her first ride on a horse that night. For her birthday she got to ride in the Loxley Christmas Parade.

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.