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Comment by Aiyana Stewart on March 27, 2010 at 10:31am

I Love My Quarter Horse Paint Mare Breandy because She Isint the Most Perfect horse in the world, and It makes me know that I Can feel great, even though im not perfect either. She also Gives me somethign to work for, other than those other So Called " Perfect Standarized " horses. She Might be a " Dead " horse, considering she is Lazy, But I Trust her enough that Im going to try no saddle jumping tomorrow. and I Trust her with my life as anyone that loves their horse would. she might have that dreaded look whenever I Ride Stuart that Sas " Why are u riding him? your my master! " SHe knows how much i love her, And I Know how much she loves me, even when I Get that Look on Sundays that Says " No, No, please leave me alone.. " Brandy, Built Up My Confidence to Canter unwillingly. She allowed me to Love a Horse like a Mother to he Child. I Look at Bee (( brandy Marie. )) to give me hope. I ALso remember my second horse show, the first round I Had the wrong lead the whole way. but The Second rtound, she fixed the lead the entire way. and She jumped perfectly. She knew how happy I Was to earn that FIrst Place roibbon, compaired to the Freisan from Zorro who got second. I Love my Babby Bee!

Comment by Eva on February 11, 2010 at 8:16pm

I am not sure that my first attempt at this succeeded, so I will try again. I bought Lily when I was 44 and 1/2, and she was 5 and 1/2. i never expected to buy a horse, never mind a young TB. But she nuzzled up to me right away and always responded to me when I rode her for the next month. I had only been back to riding for 5 months, so I had a lot to relearn and had never owned. But Lily responded to me so well, and it was always a pleasure to visit her, taking me away from everyday life. I think she had a rough start, as it took some time for my coach and myself to get her over barreling through jumps and poles. She has always taken care of me, and in fact I have put my (now 8 year old) son on her a number of times and she has always looked after him too. I still continue to look forward to our visits. She is not spooky nor bucking and wild, which at 46 is important. She is wise beyond her years, patient and has taught me so much, and I can't wait until the day she becomes a mum because she is so great at it already.

Comment by Luana Kelly on February 10, 2010 at 5:24pm

Why I Love My Horse. There are so many reasons why I Love My Horse, but one of the main reasons is this: I lost my Mom in September of 2005. We were very close. I was depressed and had high anxiety. I was on several medications for both ailments. I had gained so much weight and was so depressed. Then in November of 2007, my Son and his girlfriend got a weanling filly. I was so happy and could see a big change in my moods. In December, I decided I wanted a horse of my own. I grew up with horses, but had not had one since the 80's. I got my gelding Geronimo, in March of 2008 and within 2 weeks I was off the anxiety and depression meds. I started losing weight and feeling better about myself. If I get depressed or mad, I go out with my horses, which I have 3. When I'm with them, all my cares just melt away. They have been a life saver for me both mentally and physically. They show me all the love and respect anyone could expect. They depend on me for their care and it's my pleasure to spoil them. If weren't for my horses, I think I'd be well over 300 lbs by now, and probably on even more meds. I thank God everyday for my horses.

Comment by Charmaine Bergman on February 10, 2010 at 4:02pm

I have been blessed with having several phenomenal horse relationships. Truly love affairs that went both ways. As I am "older" i will only speak of the current one. She is an alpha mare. She is 16.2, bay and SOLID. She is ...chuckle...alpha, alpha everywhere...but with manners. She just is so grouchy looking when you groom her, etc...but never puts a foot wrong (did I mention she is not hot about men?). But when you mount, and pick up the reins, this lady becomes the most gorgeous diva....strength, beauty and talent ooze from her! She loves her work...drive the trailer past her, and she;s hanging on the fence hoping it'sher turn to go. She is very romantic too....it's just about impossible to ride her past the stallion when she is in heat...piaffe work become highly interesting....looking and feeling like super slow motion film. She has blossomed since I received her...and a gift she was from a breeder who is very well known (yes I paid for her...but the price was truly a gift horse...and I have looked in her mouth...she is awesome!) She is much more social now, likes her buddy horse, the donkeys intrique her....and although not as sympatico with me as one of our stallions...she is the love of my heart as she helps me to learn, and I love learning with her. She is a character that is truly unique. Her daughter is also cut from the same cloth her owner tells me. Dutch horses rule. And Bea is certainly the epitome of the older style FEI dressage horses that we have seen come to our shores. Love her....you bet!! And do I still miss the loves I have lost over the last 10 years? Yes. There will never be a horse that will replace my stallion Atillo, nor my competition horses Oh Henry and Tinker's Moon...but there is room in my heart...although it seems full occassionally , for this special mare Bea, and some other very special horses here at home. Atillo thoughts still bring tears to my eyes, I miss my boy...but that is sad...and Bea is joyful.

Comment by Rhonda Sherry on February 10, 2010 at 3:29pm

I chose the stallion to breed my mare to. I stayed awake through most of the night so that I could see the birth of this baby nearly seventeen years ago. I fell asleep and when I woke back up at 5am, I ran to the barn and their he was; a sorrell colt with one white rear sock and a cresent moon in the middle of his forehead. The foal was all dry standing up next to his mama.

I love my horse Docs Mystic; a name I got to give him. From the moment I laid eyes on Doc, I knew I would keep him the rest of his life. What I did not know at first, but what I know now, is that Doc is my greatest teacher. I have learned much from him like how to be patient. If I am worried about something, I know that I can count on Doc to pull me through. I know that when I am with this wonderful horse I will focus on the two of us and nothing else.

I am grateful to have Doc in my life.

Comment by Barnmice Admin on February 9, 2010 at 10:32am

Five days until our draw! :)

Comment by Paige Cerulli on February 4, 2010 at 9:57pm

I love my horse because she has helped me recover from a nearly disastrous car accident. She has encouraged me and proven her love for me in the countless ways that she has been there for me over the past few years.
I met Whisper when the owner of the barn where I was riding bought her. She was excited, always pacing in her paddock, and looked like a handful. When I groomed her she was well mannered but still worried and tense. Gradually she relaxed, and her sense of humor soon emerged as she would often pull brushes and ropes between the slats of the tack room and drop them on the floor for me to pick up.
Riding her was a wonderful experience. She was gentle and patient, and although she clearly wanted to run she stayed at the pace that I asked of her. She was nervous and spooky but never tried to unseat me, and soon we adjusted to each other and got along very well.
Just over a year ago I was in a bad car accident. The other driver was going well over seventy miles an hour, hydroplaned and hit my car head-on. According to the police, doctors and tow truck driver I should have been killed, or at least seriously injured. I wasn’t. I suffered a head injury which led to balance problems, migraines, and short-term memory loss. It also resulted in chronic fatigue, no matter how much I slept. I was also very sensitive to light and sound. My right hip was injured, making it painful for me to walk, and I had to re-learn to balance myself when jogging. I underwent months of speech therapy and it was determined that horseback riding would not likely be in the future for me due to my balance problems and the fact that another injury to my head could be “disastrous.” If I was to ride, I would need an older bomb-proof horse, as there was little chance I would be able to balance myself, let alone control a stronger horse.
On hearing this news, I knew that Whisper did not at all fit the description of the ideal horse for me. Yet she was the horse I got along with. She listened to me and connected with me. I decided I could at least go groom her, and five months after the accident I returned to the barn to see her again. She left the other horses and her food in the paddock and walked up to me, something she had never done before. Whisper was gentle and patient while I was grooming her. She had stopped pacing in the cross ties and was very aware of where I was and was cautious not to bump into me.
After a week of grooming, I knew that I needed to ride again. I was suffering from depression and symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder, having just returned for my Junior year of college and trying to deal with the hindrances still remaining from the accident. I saddled Whisper and led her up to the ring. When I mounted up she stood perfectly still, waiting for me to get adjusted before taking her first steps.
For that ride, and many to come, Whisper was like a different horse. She was quiet, never pulling at the reins, and listening to my leg cues. When I asked her to stop, she would halt immediately. Even though I was off balance at the trot, she balanced for the both of us while I struggled to re-learn what had once come so easily.
Whisper went up for sale seven months later, and her owner offered me first choice of her because she knew that Whisper and I had bonded strongly. I never intended to own a horse during college, as I still have my Senior year ahead of me, but I didn’t feel that I could let Whisper go. With the approval of my parents I bought her and am paying for her entirely by myself. The day that I signed the papers was bright and sunny, and I skipped to the barn to ride her afterwards. It was during that ride that I realized that it was a year to the day of the accident. Thinking about where I was a year ago and where I was that day amazed me - how drastically things can change.
Whisper has greatly aided me in my recovery. My memory is still bad and I sometimes walk with a limp, but she has changed much of that. Her comical personality made me laugh when it was difficult to do so. Riding her brings me to a place of peace and satisfaction where it does not matter that I cannot remember what I did yesterday. My balance is no longer an issue, as when I am on her no one can see all of that. This is why I love her. At the end of a long day, I know she will be there to let me cry into her shoulder, and I know that the next day, things will look brighter. She makes everything better, and she makes me free.

Comment by SUSIE-SOLOMON-MABE on February 4, 2010 at 12:57pm

my stallion loves to swim and lay in the cold water of our running creek

Comment by zangersheide on February 4, 2010 at 12:37pm

Didn't realize we could post photos. These are my favorite boys.

Comment by zangersheide on February 4, 2010 at 12:20pm

The reason I love my horses is no matter what life throws at them they are survivors. One I have had for 20yrs, and the other 13. They are a true extension of who I am. Through thick and thin they are always there willing to conquer another day, and be my best friends. It makes my day to see their smiling faces every morning.

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