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About Exechorseluver

A writer and horse lover (animal lover) at heart. With a few year's exception, I have mostly worked outside the animal field. I am pretty good at what I do. But at the end of day, I want to be with the horses, cuddle with the dogs and sit quietly as the sun goes down with a cat on my lap. Spending time with my family and especially my grandchildren is number one for me. My little farm gives me a perfect life.

RELEASED-a Bruno Story

Dr. Chad Marsh, and the A&M team, checking out Bruno upon his arrival.

Dr. Chad Marsh, and the A&M team, checking out Bruno upon his arrival.

I have no better words for today than what is written on the Texas A&M Teaching Hospital Instructions to Owner that we received after our visit today:

Instructions to Owner:

Bruno is released to return slowly back to exercise under saddle.  His regimen should include all flat work exercise at the walk and long trot with no cavaleties or jumps for the first 3-4 weeks.  Bruno is not released to jump yet.

And today, 161 long days since surgery on his infected foot, we may once again saddle the big boy up and start his journey back to fitness and hopefully, soon back over fences.  We are exhilarated, joyful and yet little wary as we know there still is a long path ahead of us.   Reviewing Bruno’s radiograph’s with Dr. Marsh, we saw that there has been no further deterioration of the coffin bone since surgery and the surrounding margins of the hoof are clean and healthy.  I mentioned (in the 300 or so times I thanked him) that I was glad Dr. Lynn Criner had caught the infection when she did.  I said if she hadn’t we would have just continued to have the hoof crack and crumble over and over.  “No”, Dr. Marsh corrected me, “the infection would have spread over time from the coffin bone into the leg and then there is nothing we could have done to save him”.

Shows how much of the hoof was cut out

Shows how much of the hoof was cut out

December 21st immediately after surgery.

December 21st immediately after surgery.

The hoof today-completely grown back-the holes are nail holes from his old shoes.  The line will probably remain as a reminder of the year's the crack was in this hoof.

The hoof today-completely grown back-the holes are nail holes from his old shoes. The line will probably remain as a reminder of the years the crack was in this hoof.

The pink line halfway up the hoof is a bruising or surgical scar.  We grew a brand new hoof!

The pink line halfway up the hoof is a bruising or surgical scar. We grew a brand new hoof!

I will miss our friends at TAMU-what an outstanding institution! But both Lauren and I are looking forward to the future and seeing what the big man can do in the jumper ring.  I hope he is amazing but as I told Dr. Marsh today, this horse has captured Lauren’s heart.  Even if he never completes a round over fences, he is ours forever.  We have learned so much from him.  This is just the start of Book Two of the Bruno Story.  Be sure to stay tuned as we see what will become of him.

Thank you for all you who have supported his success, were saddened by his setbacks and just rode along as we tried to do the right thing for this giant OTTB!

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No more plaster!

Lauren went off to the bay with Blake. I have enjoyed about 24 hours of quiet time but I am ready for her to be back now. I did the horse chores this morning, watered all my plants and played with the dogs. It was a beautiful day and I would have loved to have ridden but I am still not cleared to ride so didn’t want to take a chance. In the last eight weeks, I have had shoulder surgery, my daughter, Amber, in Denver, has broken her foot and Ally has broken her arm. I am a little afraid that Lauren may snap in two at any moment.

Although I have certainly had my share of broken bones, my girls have escaped softball, soccer, track and all these horse years with only an occasional broken finger or toe. So, what is up now? Lauren texted me to say she was going jet skiing and I can’t shake the feeling that she will be the next call from the ER to tell me about her new broken bone! How about no more, God, please??

I spent a long quiet afternoon with my mom. I kept telling her our plans for her 89th birthday next week (it is really June 4th but we will celebrate next Sunday). She thinks it is her 139th birthday for some reason and I can’t reason with her. I have told her cards are arriving already. She really doesn’t remember much of anyone outside Lauren, Jordyn, Jim and myself but I would love to have a bunch of bright cards for her.

Send her a pink birthday card if you get a chance-Midge Foust 615 FM 640 rd., Wharton, TX 77488. That would be so great!

My lawn and pastures are mowed. Bruno had a bath for his trip to A&M in the morning. I am praying for an all clear on him. Ally sees the orthopedic surgeon in the morning as well. I pray Lauren just makes it home without anything in plaster.

Thank you for riding along and keep me in your prayers!

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Sunday at the farm

Mr. Kid, 31 years-young, enjoying the sunny Sunday in the arena with his pal Bruno.

Mr. Kid, 31 years-young, enjoying the sunny Sunday in the arena with his pal Bruno.

After getting Ally and family back home to her husband and in-laws, Rick and Dodie, who have graciously agreed to take over the “be Ally-mother to two children” role while she continues to nurse her broken and sprained arms, we visited my mom and then headed home to clean up the chaos created from a crawling baby and a five year-old.

Bruno will return for what we hope is his last visit to Texas A&M on Tuesday.  We thought we would get him out to the arena and start treating him like a working man again.  As I led him into the arena, his faithful friend, Kid, came along as well.  Completing my entourage were Kona and Lula.  At first Bruno was looking around and being a little crazy but he quickly settled into the arena.

So, I had to carry part of my entourage-Lula was just too hot!

So, I had to carry part of my entourage-Lula was just too hot!

We got some lungeing in but boy, Bruno is not in shape (why would he be?) and we only worked a short time in each direction.  If we get the okay to start riding, we will need a long-term conditioning plan. For today, it was enough to see him walk, trot and canter on demand.  I did see what I thought was an occasional spot of lameness on his bad foot.  It was disappointing.  I am hoping that it is because his feet are really long and his current surgical shoe is not a “working” shoe.   I am still hoping for a happy ending.  It may just take a little more time than we thought.

Bruno getting moving!

Bruno getting moving!

When it was all over, Bruno enjoyed a cold hose down and unlike all my other horses, loved the water on his face even grabbing the hose with his mouth to drink the cold water.

That's a long drink of water!

That’s a long drink of water!

Something to whine about

Jo, Kendyll and I all driving the truck as Lauren, Gaylyn and Ally stack hay.

Jo, Kendyll and I all driving the truck as Lauren, Gaylyn and Ally stack hay.

So in my last post, I whined and complained and felt sorry for myself.  As my daddy would have said, “quit whining or I will give you something to whine about!”  Things were not that bad, certainly not for me or my family, but I was about to see that they could get a whole lot worse.

On Friday, we had Roland scheduled to do the horse’s hooves.  I just wanted a quiet weekend to catch up on some sleep and finish some chores.  Lauren had a lesson with Feather and Dev.  She hoped to get back home before the worst of the Friday, Memorial Day weekend, traffic started.  When I pulled in, I saw the hay was already being baled and thought, oh, no!  We had planned on picking up the baled hay Saturday night not Friday.  I called my friend Gaylyn and told her of the change of plans.  She had not so choice words to say.  It was her husband’s birthday and not a great night to pick up hay.

Then I called Ally.  She had offered to help with the hay.  And I needed the help. With my arm still out of commission, I felt entitled to my daughter’s help.  Wish I had just done it myself.

Everything happened at once.  Roland got here and started on Feather.  Ally, Jo and baby Kendyll showed up at the same time.  Then Gaylyn told me she was en route with her trailer.  I was not at all sure how we were going to accomplish driving, stacking, and lifting the hay from the field while taking care of Kendyll and holding horses for Roland.  As Gaylyn pulled in and announced she was getting 50 bales (we were only getting 20 this time), Roland finished with Feather.  He would start on Mickey (who he could do without help) while we went to the field to start on the hay.

In the end, I sat in the driver’s seat with Kendyll on my lap, inadequately trying to hold her and drive with my one arm as the other was strapped down in the sling.  Pretty much we idled along and Jordyn “drove” as Ally stood in the trailer stacking the hay that Lauren and Gaylyn were tossing up from the field.  To compound our level of frustration was another pick-up truck and trailer in the field with auto lifter, where one person placed the hay on the conveyor belt which lifted it up into the trailer bed.  Wow, way better than the manual female labor  we had going on.  I looked in the rearview mirror at one point and saw Ally standing four bales high on the flat-bed trailer.  I said to Jordyn, your momma is going to fall off of there.  But I didn’t warn anyone.  Not once.

We got (okay, they got) all 70 bales loaded (while the men with conveyor belt probably loaded 200 bales-but whatever).  We had made it back up to the barn.  Gaylyn backed the trailer to the gate.  We were going to offload our 20 bales, so we could get Roland finished and Gaylyn off to her home.  I passed Kendyll to Gaylyn to hold as I was trying to get my one-armed self out of the truck.  Kendyll didn’t want to come back to me.  She was perfectly happy with Gaylyn.

Then, Lauren yelled, “Ally fell, Ally fell!!” In the next few seconds, everything went by in super speed.  Gaylyn and I were somehow next to fallen Ally.  Baby Kendyll was somehow in Roland’s arms.  Ally had fallen at least eight feet from the top of the stacked hay off the hay trailer to the hard ground.  Immediately she told us-“My wrist is broken!”

I went and got our truck.  Ally and I were off to the hospital.  It was apparent by the time we arrived that both of Ally’s arms were hurt.  The first thing the ER doc ordered was morphine.  Not a good sign.

The x-rays were difficult for Ally to bear.  But the doctor came back with the news that nothing was broken.  We breathed a big sigh of relief and were almost giddy.  They splinted her one wrist and placed her other arm in a sling.  I still had on my sling.  We looked like refugees of a bad place or a bad night.

Slings and Splints.

Slings and Splints.

It was a bad night for me and a horrible night for Ally.  I decided to just sleep in the room alongside my daughter (for probably the first time in at least 12 years).  I was afraid she would need something and not be able to reach it without use of either arm.  Throughout the long night, a hundred times Ally wondered aloud about why her arm hurt so much.  I am always skeptical of ER x-ray reads, but figured they could read a fracture in such large bones.  I do not think either of us slept more than 30 minutes at time. We did get a chance to have some great talks as the night slowly moved along.  I am grateful for that.

This morning the ER called back to report the arm in the sling was fractured, just an inch or so below the elbow.  Lauren took her sister back to the hospital as I stayed with both young girls.

We are scheduled to take a trip of a lifetime to Hawaii in less than two weeks.  All my girls, all the family, the grandkids, Blake and his mother are all coming along for this long-saved for, long anticipated trip.  Ally will be in a cast.  Maybe in two casts.  It will not be what we hoped.  Neither Ally or I will be swimming in the gentle Maui seas.

Luke is headed home from his heroic Oklahoma recovery trip to a wife with a broken arm and no use of her sprained arm.  He will be exhausted.  A 11 month old baby slows down for no one.

Ally is still in a crazy amount of pain.  I will be calling the hospital back soon if she does not start to get some relief.  We are all blurry eyed and exhausted.  And sad and disappointed.  Guess as my dad said, we have something to whine about now!

Please keep Ally and her family in your prayers!

p.s.  Big shout of thanks to Gaylyn and Roland.  They both jumped in feet first to take care of my grandkids and my daughter.  Roland, with no good reason than his innate good manners, helped stack all the hay.  The pony Pixie was still left to do and Lauren held Kendyll, the pony’s leadrope and some alfalfa as Roland completed her feet.  We are blessed for our great friends and family.

Tomorrow will be another day

DSC01097I can’t tell what is doing it exactly

If it is the immense sorrow I feel when seeing the pictures of Moore

Or if my six weeks of sleepness nights following my surgery have just caught up with me but I am overwhelmed with sadness

It may be that a great horse died today, Prince, Feather’s half-brother

Too early, too soon and in great pain

I don’t know what is exactly the cause of my sadness

But I do think in this busy world we live in, between work, family, home and animals

Things you can handle normally just sometimes need a little tiny wisp of a wind

And that wind blows away the fragile balance you have maintained for so long.

Tomorrow will be a new day.  I will restore myself with some sleep and prayer.

I will rebuild the balance and restore my faith

Tomorrow will be another day

This and That

Not your everyday site!  Cart horses from the Morris Ranch and Carriage House schooling today on the back roads of Wharton.

Not your everyday sight! Cart horses from the Morris Ranch and Carriage House schooling today on the back roads of Wharton.

I was off today for my follow-up appointments with my orthopedic surgeon and physical therapy.  I was eager to see the doctor hoping that he would finally release me from the giant black sling.  But no, I guess he knows me too well and dictated another three weeks in the sling.  I begged him that I was leaving for vacation and he cut it down to two and half weeks.  GEEZ!!  I was not looking forward to PT-and it was not memorable (at least not in a good way).

After that I thought it would be a quiet day but no, there were lots of things to do.  It rained early canceling Lauren’s trip to Dev’s.  We were off to get alfalfa hay which had been freshly cut.  When we arrived at my favorite green isles, we saw a cart with three beautiful horses hitched up.  The hay man’s neighbors are the famous (at least around here) Morris Ranch and Carriage House.  Top trainers from England, Paul and Suzanne were giving the horse’s a little morning workout down the quiet back roads.  What a treat to see them in action!

Our vet, Lynn Criner, showed up with student, Kirby, in tow to work on the new pony’s teeth.  They extracted two wolf teeth after some sedation and then proceeded to give the pony a teeth filing and cleaning.  Lynn still does equine dental work, the old-fashioned way without power tools, but the results are always awesome.

Say ahhh!  Dr. Criner extracting two teeth from Pixie's little mouth.

Say ahhh! Dr. Criner extracting two teeth from Pixie’s little mouth.

After we finished up with Pix, Dr. Criner checked out Feather.  As a vet and a chiropractic specialist, we wanted her to check out Feather’s overall structure.  Although needing some adjustment in the neck and shoulder (which makes sense with her job as a jumper-landing feet first off of big jumps), Feather was remarkably changed and relaxed after her adjustments.  Lynn commented on how well Feather’s back was muscled up now-with a nod to Lauren’s conditioning work.  And she did not have a sore spot all the way down her back!

No hands, ma!  Feather was so relaxed she stood quietly as Dr. Criner worked her over.

No hands, ma! Feather was so relaxed she stood quietly as Dr. Criner worked her over.

Jordyn, Kendyll and Ally came for their Wednesday ride but with the recent vet work, we decided no riding tonight.  Ally had a lot of pictures to show me that her husband Luke had sent from Moore, Oklahoma and site of the horrific tornadoes.  He is with the Houston based CenterPoint Energy helping restore power and lines to the many in need.  I think the experience will change him forever.  Ally is hoping he will make it home for Jordyn’s upcoming kindergarten graduation, but if he doesn’t he is doing the right thing for the right reason.

We continue to pray for all those affected by the tornadoes and the safety of all the volunteers and workers.

Getting lost in the translation- My new favorite ad!

I am now a little obsessed with the horse ads in our local paper.  I just read the title, the price and then click on any that might be a little strange.  I saw this title:

4th of a mile horse young stud WITH PAPERS

And had to read the full ad-who quickly gets what kind of horse this is?  Who along with me, does not wonder how this was communicated from Spanish to English for the ad.  Did the owner explain this horse was bred to run short distances faster than any other horse alive?  And then was it explained that the horses ran just 1/4 of mile in their race?  Then was this new name designed by the young helper who admits upfront that he does not know horses?  This is an ad for American Quarter Horse.  I guess it could be worse-the translation could have been “One quarter of a horse for sale!”

Actual Ad

4th of a mile horse young stud WITH PAPERS 1yr 8 months – $3000

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My boss is selling his horse. He only knows Spanish so im having to translate this and I don’t know much about horses. Its  1 year and 8 months 4th of a mile male stud with papers. He is selling him only because he no longer has time to take care of him since work picked up my name is Christian give me a call for more information.   

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Tornadoes

Houston's CenterPoint Energy Company has sent a crew of 60 to Moore, OK today.  Included is my lineman son-in-law, Luke Taylor.

Houston’s CenterPoint Energy Company has sent a crew of 60 to Moore, OK today. Included is my lineman son-in-law, Luke Taylor.

I, like the rest of country, especially Oklahoma, is reeling from the storms, the massive tornadoes that hit the area recently.  I am overwhelmed with grief for the lost and shattered lives.

My mother is from Oklahoma.  She grew up there with her large farm family.  My mother is terrified of tornadoes.  No doubt, from horrific storms that drove through the state as she grew up.  These were the dust bowl depression days, they did not have much to lose.  Certainly there was not doppler radar or television meteorologists warning you to take cover.  She once described the weather forecasting at the farm to be based upon the color of the sky.  Black meant bad thunderstorms but green was a twister and it meant  everyone into the cellar until the storm was over.

We have so much information now and yet it did not save enough lives in Oklahoma.  Who could imagine telling someone they lost their child to a tornado, especially at their own school.  When I first saw the coverage last night, glancing at the screen with just the rumble that was left of the school, I thought someone had bombed a school in Oklahoma.  Indeed, they might as well have done so.  The students and teachers took cover but not deep enough or wind resistant enough to survive such a long-lasting horrific tornado.

I heard this morning of a man in Tulsa who has a Kevlar (like what they make tanks out of) storm shelter in his garage.  I suspect that can withstand some serious wind and pounding of flying debris.  Wow.

I remember as a child, growing up in Illinois, moving further north up the dreaded tornado alley, did little to avail my mother’s tremendous fear of tornadoes.  We had a big basement-no storm cellar- and we were taught to seek the northwest corner of the basement in case of a storm.  My father was out-of-town a great deal.  Whenever a storm threatened, with or without, a true tornado warning, my sister, my mother and I huddled in the basement with water in glass milk bottles (wow, that was pretty safe!), blankets, and a transistor  radio.  We stayed for hours at a time.  I think many of my formative years were spent waiting out storms in the basement with my family.  But we always took the warnings (or even the just the sky) seriously.

A couple of Friday’s ago, a tornado warning was issued during the storm that Lauren and I rode out in our little home in Wharton.  I was listening to the radio and heard the urgent call to take shelter.  We were lucky that the warning for a funnel cloud that extended through Fort Bend and part of Brazoria counties, never touched down.  But how many of us in those areas (we were just outside the warning area) actually took shelter?  I do not think we react as quickly or adequately as we should here in Houston.  I am glad my mother had no idea there was a tornado warning so close as I sure that even in her murky brain, alarms would have sounded and fear would have struck her heart.

And now as a reminder, this information could save your life:

Tornado Watch versus Tornado Warning

What is the difference between a Tornado Watch and a Tornado Warning? A tornado watch is just to let folks know to be on the lookout for a possible tornado in the area whereas a Tornado Warning is a notification that a tornado has been seen or picked up by radar.
Tornado Watch A Tornado Watch is issued to alert people to the possibility of a tornado developing in your area. At this point, a tornado has not been seen but the conditions are very favorable for tornadoes to occur at any moment.

Things to do when a Tornado Watch is issued:

  • Keep alert and watch for changing weather conditions
  • Listen to your local news reports & weather updates
  • Review your family or business emergency preparedness plan
  • Review your disaster kit
  • Be ready to seek shelter at a moments notice

What to Watch for during a Tornado Watch:

  • Dark greenish or orange-gray skies
  • Large hail
  • Large, dark, low-lying, rotating or funnel-shaped clouds
  • A loud roar that is similar to a freight train

Tornado Warning A Tornado Warning is issued when a tornado has actually been sighted or has been picked up on radar in your area. This means that you need to take shelter immediately in a safe sturdy structure. If you hear a tornado warning for your area-take shelter.  Discuss with your family what the safest spot is and be prepared to get there in seconds.  It may save your life.

Things to do when a Tornado Warning is issued:

  • Take shelter immediately
  • Listen to your local radio for updates
  • Follow the National Weather Service Safety Guidelines (below)

What not to do during a tornado:

  • Do not stay in a Mobile home as they offer very little protection from tornadoes.
  • Do not open the windows in your home or business
  • Do not try to outrun a tornado in a car
  • Do not get under a highway overpass or bridge as you will be exposing yourself to flying debris and stronger winds.

My heartfelt prayers are going out to the families and friends devastated by these last big Oklahoma storms. I am fortunate that my family in Oklahoma is safe, though not untouched by the devastation.  I am proud to say that my son-in-law, Luke, a lineman for Center Point Energy is in Oklahoma now, helping to restore power to those affected by the storm.  They will work long shifts but be a mighty partner to the local Oklahoma teams that need all the assistance we can give.  Thank you, Luke-please stay safe as you work to help others!

My God watch over all that need his guidance and care during these difficult days!  Keep the survivors strong and safe and help them to rebuild their lives. Amen.

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Teamwork

Lungeing the new Pixie pony helped out by my team of Kona (holding the rope for me) and little Lula.

Lungeing the new Pixie pony helped out by my team of Kona (holding the rope for me) and little Lula.

I am lucky to have a great team of my family, friends and barn mates behind me as we go to shows, make decisions about our farm and our life.  This was brought home to me in many ways over the last several weeks as I have struggled with getting back to whole after my shoulder surgery.  So many  times, in so many ways, people just stepped in and helped when we needed it.  From friends and family that offered to help out at the farm, to those that simply held the door open for me as I made my way up at work through multiple keypass doors to my office.

Today we tried lungeing the pony for the first time.  Lauren was riding Feather and Bruno was romping up and down the fenceline on the far side of the arena.  It was not an optimum learning environment.  I was in the arena with my loyal companions of Lula and Kona.  I got Kona on Valentine’s Day.  I had surgery the first of April so I have not been in the ring working horses much since Kona has been around.  Lungeing is an art of moving a horse off his hind end in a circle around at the walk, trot and canter.  It is a way to exercise, educate and improve the horse without being up in the saddle.  We did not know if the four year-old pony had much instruction in lungeing.  It is sometimes difficult to manuveur the horse as you keep yourself in the center of the circle while constantly urging the horse forward.

I was surprised as I moved Pixie forward that she understood the lungeing concept as well as she did, but what surprised me more was that my “team” of poodle Kona and dachshund Lula were right there in my little circle.  It was a hazy morning promising to be the first hot day of 2013.  I handed Lauren my phone to try to snap a shot of my determined entourage that kept pace with the pony and I throughout the entire work out.  My favorite part was when Kona took hold of the lunge rope and stood resolutely behind me, making sure the pony did not pull on my shoulder or dash away.

Teamwork-I am grateful!

My team working the pony under the endless sky.

My team working the pony under the endless sky.

Horse Ads-real ads what they might really mean

A friend of mine called me about a barrel horse she had seen in the local horse ads.  I was intrigued to see what other horses might be listed on this site.  Apparently, no one edits or checks these ads.  I know I misspell words occasionally or leave out a word-but I proof-read multiple times and make Lauren read each post out loud.  So, I understand errors happen. But, if something is going to be published check to see what you wrote and if it makes sense.  For instance, horses are measured in hands.  A 15 hand horse can be 15.1, 15.2 or 15.3 hands high, if over 15.3 the next increment is 16 hands and so on.  Each hand is four inches (the size of an average man’s hand back before we could order a giant measuring stick from the Dover catolog).

I collected some of my favorite ads. I remember reading an article a while back that had some good definitions of what words in a horse ad really mean.  So if the ad says this-it might mean this:

  • Bomb-proof:  (will never, ever move)
  • Can Jump the moon (and the pasture gate)
  • Walks-trots-canters quietly (but will never stop at the gallop)
  • ‘A’ Show pony not for beginner (or any other type of rider)
  • OTTB-sound (when he is not lame)
  • Exciting to ride (for the bi-polar personality)

Note-I have copied the actual ad as it was written for release (I swear).  The original ad appears in normal type and my obnoxious comments are bolded.

Ad #1-Percheron for sale 

Billy is a beautiful flea-bitten grey percheron. 17.5 (no such thing)hands tall, would be awesome for a person of any size. He is gentle, needs a little flexing work (because he is stiff or lame). Hopped on him after not being ridden for two years yesterday and he did awesome!  (So he has had no work for two years (totally out of condition)-he did awesome but rider may be dead.)

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d #2- POA Pony      
Stunning little POA that is broke to ride but needs more saddle blankets (not sure what that means unless it is like my dad said a good horse needs to have sweated through a lot of saddle pads.  He is obviously not well broke!).  Not a kids horse at this time (or ever), (so why take a picture with the kid on him clearly making you believe he is a kid’s pony?) although my kids have ridden her she is spoiled and likes to do things her way (I read this as the pony is a bully-like most ponies).  She sticks out at 13.3 and is SOLID (fat?)built. 

Ad # 3- Leadline Pony-Show Season Starts Soon! 

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Nick is a Palomino Shetland Pony Gelding thats is an estimated 18+ years old. (I am guessing at least 25!)
He has a very long flowing blond mane and tail. And is cute as a button.
He is leadline broke (bareback or with a saddle).
He will carry a bridle, but hasn’t been taught to steer to ride independantly.(You cannot not ride him by yourself!)
We lead my 1 year old nefew on him, and he’s great. But have 2 welsh ponies and just don’t do anything with this one.
He is a pony, so he can be a butt. (This scares me as he freely admits the pony is the pony from hell but wait this is the best ad ever!)  But not biting, kicking, ect… Is hard to catch in a pasture, but jut shake a feed bucket. (And he will run you down to get to the food!)
He does only have one ear, the previous owners said he was attacked by coyotes. (I burst out laughing the first time I read this!!  Not what I think of when I think Leadline pony.  Wow-maybe I can get him and Kendyll can do Pin Oak Leadline on the one eared pony next year-and about that…)
He is fine, is not ear shy or head shy. His long mane and forlock cover it. (Are you serious-does he look like a slightly skewed Unicorn?)  So its just cosmectic.(How does that work?  Is there a hole in his head where his ear was or it sewed over like a missing eye?  Way too creepy for me!)
He does not like 2 horse Straight load trailers. But is perfect in a stock trailer. Summer Series are starting soon. Here is a great little guy to show off. (I do not even believe this ad exists-who would pay money for a one-eared, mean, unloading, unrideable pony?)

 If you are interested in any of these horses, I can steer you to the actual ad.  Lauren seriously wants the one-eared pony to be Bruno’s pet.    Not coming here!!  No wonder it is so hard to find the right horse!