Harmony Horses


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This is Saints Samantha, commonly called Sam. She is an eighteen year old Appaloosa broodmare and our best horse. She is also, by accident, Rosie's mother. You see, Rosie was never meant to be but the abortion that was performed on Sam, apperantly failed. Anyway, Sam loves to go, but given the right person, can be easily controlled. However, the right person is hard to find. Only two people can honestly control her at all times, whether in the arena or out of it, that being her owner Allen and a student named Amy. With Sam, it takes patience, not strength and that is something many people forget.
This is Buckshot. He's my buddy. He is an eighteen year old Quarter Horse. However, we believe he has some Appaloosa blood since he has hard to see spots. Buck isn't all that bright, he's about the stupidest horse I know, and hasn't had the best of training, but Buck and I still get along great. In the picture, that's me riding him about bareback. At one point, I was basically the only student who could get him to canter in the arena without the use of a crop. No one else likes him quite as much as I.
This is Wild Irish Rose, Rosie for short. She's Sam's daughter and is 3/4 Appaloosa, 1/4 Quarter Horse. With that blood, she shouldn't look anything like she does, since she looks more like a thoroughbred, being lanky and over 16 hands. However, this has got to be about the smartest horse I have ever met. She's almost too smart to be trained. It doesn't help any either that she is twelve and still qualifies as an untrained horse (but that's another story.) For a time, I was working with Rosie, but she decided to take off with me one day and discovered the one thing I was scared of: a runaway horse.
This is Sophie. She is a founderer which means she can't eat the normal horse foods like alfalfa and grain. Sophie is twenty years old. She used to be a wild mustang, though probably a ranch escapee, and was to be sold to slaughter when a man bought her as a pack horse. When she foundered, he was going to shoot her instead of feeding her the proper diet but instead gave her to us at Harmony. Now she is our kid and beginner's horse and everybody loves her. By the way, Sophie loves peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
This is Kool-aid who's real name is Anais Anais but was named Kool-aid after the yellowish color of her tail. Anyways, Kool-aid is a grey arabian mare. Just a step off of a pony, she is a tiny horse. But don't let that fool you. Kool-aid is a force to be reckoned with. She seems to think that she is a giant racing thoroughbred. Well, that is one of the things that she does: she takes off. She aslo likes to turn very tight turns in the arena like there were barrels set up. However, Kool-aid is alo one of our best trained horses. She jumps, barrel races (that's where the tight turns came from) and who knows what else.
This is Daisy. Poor Daisy has navicular disease which nearly killed her. Well, the disease didn't almost kill her, but her previous owners did. Daisy was rescued by the Humane Society who adopted her out to some people. Apperantly there was a misunderstanding and the fact that Daisy had navicular diseas wasn't communicated and Daisy was worked too hard for her condition. They returned her lame and unusable to the Humane Society to be put down. Instead, Daisy was given to us. After some rest and proper shoeing, she's doing great. As a matter of fact, Daisy has had some great training in her past. She longes beautifully, and canters from a standstill, to name two of the things that she can do. Wonderfully behaved under saddle, someone put some time into this horse.
This is Dusty. She’s a seven year old Welsh Pony and the kid’s horse. The only problem with that is that she hates being ridden and will do almost anything to get out of it. This is kind of funny, though, since she can make the kids run from her just by pinning her ears back. Those of us that work with her a lot know better. Just act like boss and Dusty won’t do anything. Unfortunately, she also has a habit of kicking at the kids. For this reason, she periodically spends time elsewhere with Hud and Renegade since she’s dangerous to use for the kid’s classes sometimes.
This is Honey, A.K.A Honey Mustard; previously named Twister, is a purebred thouroghbred. She's really tall and has about all the negative conformation characteristics a thouroghbred can have. Her attitude isn't much to be wanted either, though she can be a sweetie. But, she is pretty good to ride with a level attitude under saddle and one great gallop!
Twinkle twinkle little star!
This is Twinkle. Although she isn't our horse persay, and I don't normally include horses here that we don't own, she is alas a part of Harmony and likely to stay for awhile. twink is Honey's daughter, and thence one half thouroughbred. Her other half is quarter horse. She came to us for training, payment being her mother. However, she's likely to be with us for awhile. She's an odd horse to ride with interesting prospect and good gaits. To sum it up... she's bucked me off twice.
This is Renegade. Renegade was a twenty-something Appaloosa. He was diagnosed with cancer, and, bound to die soon, no one wanted him any more so we got him. The cancer had been operated on before, but came back, so we decided to just let him live in peace 'till Nature decided it was time to let him go. Miracle is, Renegade's cancer almost forced us to put him down when it miraculously reduced in size. Unfortunately, this only happened once, and we were forced to put him down fall/winter of 1997. We loved this old man, he was such a goof and fun to ride. There is a sense of pleasure knowing you contributed so much to the last days of a pround life.
This is Hud. Hud was an ancient thirty five years old at least when he died during the fall of 1997. He was a grade (mutt for horses) draft horse. Hud died from old age one morning. Hud was the most people loving old grouch I knew. Because of his gentleness, we used him in junior classes. He loved it! When we decided to retire him, he became depressed. I remember once going to catch a horse for the juniors who was out with Hud. The big guy came running up to me, but when I left with the other horse, he wouldn't let me near him the rest of the day.
This is Dandy. She was our best horse. She died in the spring of 1997 at the age of 23 from lung cancer. The deal with Dandy was that she knew her stuff. Not only that, but she knew that she knew her stuff. You could not get her to do anything unless you did it right. Then, if you did do it right, there was no problem. This made her a great horse for beginners to learn on, but Dandy had a problem with that . . . she thought she was too good for beginners and would give them tons of trouble while they were grooming.
This is Misty. Misty was a white, grade, Appaloosa mare who died at about 28 years of age the fall of 1996. She was everyone’s beginner horse, including mine. There was good reason for that, Misty was the type of horse who had been there, done that, and never will do it again. Nothing could upset her. Poor Misty was thin, pathetic, swaybacked, and well hated by the other horses. Only Babe ever got along with Misty. Fitting, then, that Misty should finally die two weeks after Babe.
I cannot leave out Babe. She was a twenty-some, skin, bones, and scabs, Quarter Horse. She has been dead for a year and I only knew her for two months, but that was long enough to form a thick and devoted bond to her. We found Babe with Hud in a field where they had been virtually abandoned. It took alot of good care to keep Babe on the road to a better life, but she never quite made it. I guess it was never meant to be. I wrote a story about her for anyone to read. I welcome your comments on it. Babe's Story
This is Diva. She was a four year old filly that was owned and being trained by the school. She died the summer of 1996 from a terrible colic (or intestinal blockage). Everything was going fine and she was becoming a great saddle horse when trouble struck unexpectedly. Diva got colic and nothing seemed to help. Finally, she had to be put down. Later, it was discovered that about six feet of her intestines had literally died. It turns out that she had been overloaded with worms when we got her and they had bored a hole into part of her heart which decreased the blood flow to her gut, causing her intestines to die.

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