I don't know that I can say that my horse is famous, but I can say that he's significant.
That's my boy. Relaxed, rested and spoiled, just basking in the sun on a warm summer day. As you can see by his lolling tongue, he's EXTREMELY stressed out.
Of course, this is what I want for him. A nice relaxing life. He's spent the last six of his short eight years as 'Mr. Wolverine
', a turf-running thoroughbred racehorse.
His pedigree shows such relatives as Buckpasser, Bold Ruler, Native Dancer, War Admiral and Man O War (on both sire and dam's lines).
Anyway, his claims to fame are a.) having won over $342k in 23 starts (5 wins, 6 places, 2 shows) and b.) having beaten Lava Man
in the 2008 Khaled Stakes
You can watch that race right here:
That was then: (he raced with his tongue out, too!)
This is now:
Spoiled! Eating bran mash and wearing a fly mask (both of which were new to him). His racing days are over, and he's now going to be a spoiled and lover pleasure horse that'll be used to take me around on trails and sometimes carry my daughters.
Here he is getting his hooves trimmed:
...and chasing his best girl Sabrina (the other half of my username)
them putting their minds together:
and him trotting around:
As you can see in that last pic, he's ribbing just a little. On top of that he might have ring bone. For now, he's passing the days getting fattened up in a nice soft stall (not the minipasture that the topmost pic showed). We're having the ring bone issue looked into ASAP before he's ridden again. He's had a hard enough life so far.
So far, he's learned to enjoy apples, bran mash, senior pellets and some other treats.
Carrots, I'm fairly certain he'd already experienced, but watermelon is on his 'I dunno that, so I'm not eatin' it' list.
Anyway, as I told one of the ladies who boards at the same ranch we do - I don't care if I can never ride him. He's my Bub and I love him.