Saturday, July 21, 2007

A Horse is a Horse...of course.

Well I met Kentucky yesterday. I was working with her in the round pen and I could tell she just needs a good home to get her going. Standing there, I knew we could do this together. She had a lot of fire and just needed a calming place with consistency and trust. She was hot headed and independent but still had this loving, sweet, put her head on your chest side to her. She is a great gal with so much potential.

However, I need to really think on this one. Is she the the horse for me...and am I the gal for her? Can she make this transition after all that she has been through until now? She has alot of issues after being isolated for 2 years without any other horses and obviously no farrier or vet care. She is healthy/sound but will really require alot of attention both physically and mentally. She has no paper trail to her and a large scar on her leg. She is an amazing saddlebred that just fell out the sky. There is no information about her...and I get a sense that Kentucky is just fine with that...just being Kentucky.

14 comments:

Anonymous said...

that is so cool!! Where did you find that graphic?

Sunny Hill said...

I found it on an adoption website but I cant figure out how to make it move on the main page. - L

Lady Barbara said...

Awwwwwwwwwwwwww. Poor Kentucky, needy orphan underhorse. I can just see it now - She is used to being alone and Oz loves to round up other horsies. Don't you wonder who will rule the pasture? At least SHE's not loaded with testosterone.
Here's my advice, farm girl, if you can only afford one horse and you have to keep your job, get one that doesn't need years of therapy from day one. "Overcoming" ain't that easy and trainers charge for a reason. Kind, nurturing types such as yerself, will especially fall for any creature you can "fix" - and if that is your purpose in life, and you're independently wealthy or have NOTHING else to do, you may just have the perfect candidate. But if you want a horse for the sheer relaxation and pleasure of it, KNOW the background and look for an animal who needs a new home for purely economic reasons. That's how I got many of mine when I was a kid. Even though I loved a challenge and wasn't afraid of ANY horse, the ones folks gave me 'cause they were wild or crazy or unschooled and their kids couldn't handle 'em were NOT the most memorable or rewarding by any means. Think hard, my dear. They live a long time.

Sunny Hill said...

Ahhhhhh VERY good, wise, sound, experienced advice Lady B! Becx and I talked about it too and thought it would be best to keep looking. - L

Lady Barbara said...

Never buy the first house, never marry the first man, never adopt the first horse. If we allow plenty of time for the little annoyances in life like perspective and logic, practicality and good judgment, and keep our impulses under control, we just MAY make better long term decisions. Or not. But it sounds reasonable, doesn't it? Plenty of impulsive or impatient people have gone before you and made obvious mistakes from which you can learn. If this is meant to be, the opportunity will still be there after you have seen and tried a DOZEN other horses. (Alas, the same should be true for men)

Mooneybat said...

Cooler heads do prevail. Wise words all around. I have a tendency to believe that I not only can but should take on every challenge. Life is far to short for that. Additionally, if you have doubts perhaps you are realizing there is a better match out there for KY. Barbara is right in that you should walk away from the first horse (man, used car, overpriced pair of Italian shoes)you desire. You might wind up returning to that horse (man, used car, overpriced Italian shoes)but having a comparison is incomperable. I hate to suggest that you go and waste sellers' time "kicking tires" but to see what else is out there at different price levels is of utmost importance. Maybe before Bex tells the management at Bristol to put their two months notice clause where the sun don't shine, you can ask to see any of the horses being marketed there. I'll keep my eyes open for anything free 'n' interesting in my neck of the woods for you!

Sunny Hill said...

Thanks for all your support guys. I really appreciate the feedback.

- L

Anonymous said...

Hey there, Sister!! long time no see. When are you coming out to La Bella Vita??? You are most welcome to come out for a girl weekend??

Mooneybat said...

Grrrls on the farm. Oh yes! I'm requesting the first off to move you there. Is this game still on? I've ridden Jimmy three times now. He's almost past the staggering/stilting/stopping phase and we'll try a little trotting next. He is officially the cutest thing going now. Sorry, Oscar.

Anonymous said...

Congrats on the progress with Jimmy! That's great to hear (but Oz is still the cutest thing going!)

That'd be awesome if you could help on the 1st. We'll be at the unloading phase as we decided to do the loading during the day on the 31st, drive the truck up to LIsa's overnight, then after the closing (round 'bout 10am on the 1st) we'll drive the truck to hte farm then commenceth with the unloading of crap! IT shouldn't take too long then we can go play with Oz!

Lady Barbara said...

Waaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!
I wanna be there too!
I wanna see all the "crap" - your word not mine - and ride in a truck and pat a horsey and gossip with the farm grrrrrls and sleep on the floor.
You guys get all the fun.

Mooneybat said...

Now, Barbara, lets get real. While we would love to have you there, we must acknowledge that moving day is universally sucky. It'll probably rain, the truck will break down, somebody will break something expensive and somebody else will throw something out of whack badly enough to require chiropractic or muscle relaxants. The closing will probably be delayed and the seller will forget the keys to the house which we will try to break into and be arrested by homeland security because Bex is dark-skinned. In the pokey, she will probably get into a kerfuffle with an angry spousal abuser and will probably have a black eye and bruised ribs by the time the whole lot of us are dismissed with a half hearted letter of apology from Michael Chertoff. We will need you on the outside to contact the ACLU and send us a delicious compote filled with files.

Lady Barbara said...

At first I thought you wanted a compote full if FLIES! You're just trying to make me feel better. Naaaaaaaaaaww. I wanna be there to get caught in the rain in the broken down truck and yell at the owner for forgetting the keys and break the window through which we will ALL crawl before we discover the door was unlocked all along and the police are waiting for us in the hall. Then I will kick that nasty gendarme in the shins so he cant get Bec and he has to go home to get muscle relaxants. We dont need the rotten ol ACLU we are civilized and liberated enough - and we will throw that compote full of flies at that spousal abuser and sit in the parlor and sip a lovely pot of Earl Grey and gossip about people who aren't there and that will be that. And LATER we can pat the horsies and sleep on the floor and, Sara, that's what adventures are all about and I really, really, wanna come up there!!!!!
Boo Hoo!

Mooneybat said...

Dang. When you put it like that, it sounds like a blast! Moving day - woo hoo!! You will be sorely missed. When will you be able to grace La Bella Vita with your presence? I want to be sure to be there! I'm also anxious to meet Lisa. I don't have enough grrrl friends out Stitzer way.

Hey Bex, how about some fresh thread?