Grace I don't know how the whole horse search thing really works...
I met Pistol when I was on a drill team, his owners had a ton of money and a big fancy house w/ a built in swimming pool. The first time I saw him, all I could think was SHOW HORSE... He shined like a copper penny. Three years old and REARED... How cool is that said the dumb teenie bopper! Anyway... the guy that owned him was a teenager that was pretty worthless. I should know... I dated him. He had a mean temper, a nasty mouth, and a hard fist. What a great first adventure in the land of dating!
Anyway. They had this great barn. They would put the horses in maybe on Monday... and lock them in to eat. Then maybe Wed they would remember they had locked them up on Monday. So sweetpea does not like to be locked in a stall obviously. They always had a full shipment of hay and grain in the feed room but since they only fed once or twice a week and locked the horses up for days at a time w/ no feed or water.... It really seems like a waste huh? Then they would sit on the deck and shoot the horses w/ their beebee guns beacuse it was SO funny when they bucked and ran...
They had a really pretty arab that coliced and died in the paddock... Poor thing. Anyway... about the third or fourth time the animal control was called they pretty much said... sell the horses or give them up... SO... I got my first horse for $500. He's 28 years old now and I love him dearly.
"Be a best friend, tell the truth, and overuse I love you
Go to work, do your best, don't outsmart your common sense
Never let your prayin knees get lazy
And love like crazy"