My love of horses began when I was 7 years old and I went to visit my Dad for vacation. He signed me up for horseback riding lessons and I've been hooked since. I've had at least one horse since I got my first pony when I was 9, and even though I don't ride nearly as much as I once did, I just enjoy being around these beautiful creatures.
Allie Unregistered pinto mare 14.2 hands Purchased 2013, est at 11 years old when purchased
Sepia APHA Registered DoB: 6/18/16 15 hands
Reba Unregistered miniature horse Short, very, very short Adopted 2014, est at 3 years old when adopted
Gone but not forgotten...
Toby Unregistered Shetland Cross 10.2 Purchased 2006, est at 6 years old when purchased I loved this pony. He was as frustrating as any pony can be but put him in harness and he was completely unflappable. Toby was the pony you could hook up once a year and drive down the highway without a single issue. Unfortunately, his pony attitude ultimately ended his life. The winter of 2018-2019 was harsh in Iowa. One Saturday I was driving home just when the weather was starting to turn. I went off the road and wrecked my vehicle and got caught in the start of an ice storm on my walk home. Cold and soaked I grabbed Reba (my mini and Toby's best friend) and was moving the ponies from the woods to the barn. Toby, being a little turkey was acting like his normal "you can't catch me" self but knowing he would follow Reba I just opened the gate and started toward the barn. Toby was running circles around us and slipped on the ice. When he couldn't immediately get up I thought he broke a leg. It took me all of 30 seconds to realize it was much worse. Toby broke his neck in that fall and before I could even get to my phone to call the vet he had taken his last breath. I was heartbroken. Toby is buried at a friend's acreage along with some of the finest horses I've had the pleasure knowing. I will always miss this little guy with the big attitude.