Visited with Memphis yesterday what a wonderful home he has! — with Jim Gerchow.
Wynn is on his way to VA to join the family that adopted Pecos!
We know he will receive tons of affection there and we will get many updated photos!
The first picture is Wynn this morning right before being loaded into the trailer. The second is him a few days after intake
Congratulations to Collin, whose special guy he will be!
Wynn with his very happy 14 year old owner, Colin! This family also adopted Pecos.
One of our supporters will donate a portion of her sales to HOP!
“Absolute Tough Talk” (Stitch) is a registered 6 year old, ASB gelding who stands 16.1 HH. We have his papers in our possession. He was shown before falling into a bad situation and coming to us. Stitch will require a kind and knowledgeable rider, but he does well if someone with light hands steadies him. He is a very curious and friendly fellow who loves to play with objects! The first video is of him being shown on October 25th, 2014 by a HOP volunteer where he won a 3rd!
This elegant, 18 year old, Arabian gelding’s name will stay “Zaam”. It is the name he came in with. After looking it up, in Arabic it means “respected general” which seemed to fit his lovely self.
Therefore we decided to keep his original monniker.
Welcome Zaam! (pronounced Z A M)
Wynn and Pecos in their Middleburg, VA adoptive home today in the snow
One of our very own volunteers, (our baby Minion at 16) Raven, will be in the Chicago McDonald’s Parade starting here in just a few minutes! You can watch for her (Company B Drill Team, KY) on WGN, the Chicago channel.
She rides, My Bugatti, a 12 year old, American Saddlebred Gelding
The following is the tribute she wrote to her sport of equestrianism.
“In honor of Bug and I hitting the pavement for the McDonald”s Thanksgiving Parade in Chicago.
Some people dare to tell me that what I do is not a sport; that horses cannot be teammates. That being an equestrian is “easy”.
They have obviously never stared into the eyes of the horse, and seen the fire that burns within them. They’ve never slept in a barn with a foal, waking up every 45 mins to feed it, only to have it die in their arms. They’ve not eaten dirt and been congratulated for “joining the dusty butt club” and then remounted. They’ve not slept two hours and been thrilled about it cause it meant it was a show day…
Nor have they experienced the frustration of trying to communicate with a teammate who speaks a different language. An animal who’s first instincts are flight or fight. They may of been hit hard, punched hard, thrown down hard; but they haven’t been kicked, fallen on, or trampled by something that weighs more than five times more then them.
With that said; Bug has now been one of my teammates for a little over a year. He’s carried me through parades, competitions, rodeo’s, and grand flag entries in my newest found love, Equestrian Precision Drill Team.
He’s charged into arenas that he’s truly frightened of because of the trust he has in me. He’s remembered where to turn in patterns when I completely forgot; and stuck with me when patterns were forgotten and had to be fixed by winging it. He’s successfully run a different spot than usual with no notice. He’s graciously taken hits, bumps, and kicks from countless numbers of horses whose patience is not nearly as great as his.
He’s been my shoulder to cry on, my reason to smile, my inspiration to keep trying even when I thought I could not. He’s spent countless hours with me in the irons; learning, practicing, perfecting. He’s been an ambassador for the American Saddlebred Horse; doing what some said could never be done. He’s allowed hundred’s of kids to pet his nose, and taken little boys and girls on their first horse ride.
I know as I walk (or rather prance) the route; I’ll hear little kids yell at their mama how they want to be a “cowgirl like that girl!” But if they knew what I knew; they’d know it was not me they wanted to be like; that I was nothing to look up to. For without me My Bugatti is still a wonder horse. But without him and the hundreds of other horses that have and will continue to teach me to ride; I am nothing.”
Raven Elisabeth -November 2014