In the latest (I think?) edition of the Viva Carlos blog hop, L asks, "
What made you interested in your current horse that lead you to buying them in the first place?"
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Racing in CA before he lost his tail |
This is a bit of a complicated question, because I wasn't interested and didn't buy him. I mean, I liked him well enough, but I already had a horse, didn't want to own two horses, and certainly wasn't planning on augmenting the herd.
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First time I saw him |
So there's that. I went to the races with my friend Ellie (aka "our personal photographer"). I knew
redheadlins could get us on the back side, so I called her up. As we met the horses in her barn and casually chatted about who they were and what they were doing, we met this cute little blaze-faced bay horse. He was calm, even with races going by, and quite friendly.
When we left, Ellie said, "That's going to be your horse."
I blew her off.
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Don't tell me he can't handle bling |
Then I started spending my free time at the track, trying to find a way to enjoy horses without all the stress of show barn/lame horse problems. Courage was one of the more senior horses in my friend's barn. I told redheadlins to find me baby Cuna. I wanted a clone. She and
Alyssa (yay track friends!) also decided that Courage was supposed to be my horse.
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He didn't exactly run the walker |
So they sort of just set us up. I groomed him. I bathed him. I put him on and off the walker. I spent lots of time with him, and I really came to appreciate that same quiet brain I saw the first night I met him. He's confident and brave and cocky and he takes care of himself, but at the same time, he's sweet and endearing and loves attention.
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Because he is. |
I've blogged before about
how it is that he ended up coming home with me, but I will add that it wasn't until the night before he left the track that I realized what I was getting in to. Redheadlins and I took a series of pictures of him. As I drove away from the track, she texted me a conformation shot.
"Oh my god," I said to myself. "He's f***ing beautiful."
Awww, I <3 Courage! :)
ReplyDeleteMeant to be!
ReplyDeleteAwww love this :)
ReplyDeleteAwwww!!!!! You're lucky to have friends that know what's good for you hehehe. ;)
ReplyDeleteLove it :)
ReplyDeleteI love OTTBs!
ReplyDelete<3 Blame Ellie!
ReplyDeleteLove this story! It really seems like he came into your life at just the right time.l :)
ReplyDeleteLove seeing his former life photo! What a handsome guy!
ReplyDeleteSometimes it's just meant to be :-)
ReplyDeleteSounds like you've got some really good friends! :)
ReplyDeleteIts fun to see how far he's come from those early track days.
ReplyDeleteEhehehe.... sorry, not sorry ;)
ReplyDeleteHe came to you at the perfect time! Horsey friends ftw!
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