It was a dream anyway to think that I might find out where my horse came from, but it's become worse now that the auction house who sold her twice tells me they don't keep records back that far. So I'm pretty much giving up on the fact that I'll ever know where my sweet Dolly came from. She's doomed to be an Amish trained nag.
I just find it so fascinating that someone in Iowa would breed such a slender, high strung and hot blooded mare. She's a dream to work with in an arena, she's always alert, curious, and needs absolutely no encouragement to get going. She can go as fast or slow as you like. On the trails is another story, she's almost too alert and I've seen her spook at the silliest things. My mom told me when she rode her last weekend poor Doll was terrified of a tree stump. I don't know why I care so much, perhaps I just find the thought of solving the mystery exciting.
I know she was bought as a yearling by an Amish gentleman at the Kalona sale barn, and then she was sold to us five years later as a six year old broke to ride, drive single and double, pull, and plow.
I'll end my rant now. She's probably just the result of an accidental backyard breeding.
Here's pics if anyone is interested. I'm pretty sure she's got some Arab in her and possibly TB. She's 15.1hh.