I actually know most of his back story and am just missing the in between stuff.
Froggy was born in Colorado and raised by his breeder/owner. He was raced (mostly unsuccessfully) until 2009. 53 starts, 5 firsts, 5 seconds, 9 thirds
In March of 2007, a huge tornado hit the town where his owner/breeder lived. He and the race stock were moved to the track. From what the news stories say, they basically lived in RV's and raced their horses to survive. Holly tornado: total destruction - The Denver Post
His last race was 8/9/2009 where he finished 7th as an 8 year old. He just never really had it. From talking briefly with his breeder through email, I know that he retired sound and from there.....
it gets a little hazy....
We know that somewhere between 8/9/2009 and 10/9/2010 he ended up in Pennsylvania with the Amish as a riding horse. In October, he was 'traded in' on a Belgium team for a whopping $50 off the purchase price. He was thin and beat up from the other horses. He is a chronic low man.
The dealers wife kept him because she said he was too ugly to sell. They fed him up and once he was at weight, they rode him. He did trails excellent so they decided to sell him to a private seller instead of running him back through the auction. I saw him on craigslist when I was looking for a short, gaited, dead head horse that was as wide as barn and as slow as the kind of horse you put quarters in. Whoopsie! Froggy is 15.2 (a monster for me), he has the biggest, worst trot ever. While he is a very pliable horse, he is far from dead headed. If you want him to go, he is going to go. Oh...and I've now been through several saddles to fit his narrow frame....
I have a good friend that believes that we were meant to be. I am coming around to that. I never thought I would have another horse of my very own. When Froggy came along, I overlooked things that I normally wouldn't and bought him on pure faith. I found a lovely barn that is so dirt cheap, I wont even tell anyone what I pay. We are a good team.
Thanks for letting me tell his story. Both of us could have made turns off the path and ended up somewhere completely different...instead we ended up together.
I don't think I posted this picture before but this is him with my husband and daughter. I am not sure why but it kinda chokes me up calling him a 'family horse'. 100_0241.jpg