After being manhandled at a barrel race, panicking, and then laying down - fully tacked up - in a horse trailer, my guy was dubbed insane. He was then tied to the fence all night long - as punishment! - , and when a lawn mower spooked him, he folded a gate in half, slicing himself up in the process. They wanted nothing to do with him after that, which is where my mom and I stepped in. We bought him, knowing that we had no room, but did it anyway, just to get him out of that mess. Originally, he was supposed to be mom's.. Which would have worked out just fine, if I hadn't bonded with him so instantaneously on our first ride. Mom gave him to me, after a few days of me begging, and we've been inseparable since. We have only been to one race so far, but neither of us were ready. Let's just say it didn't go as planned, but the next one will be MUCH better!
Sorry for the novel.. Here's a couple pictures! MJB Daddy Is A Rouge IMG_0007.jpg IMG_0021.jpg