Well her very own tale of woe is that she was competing level four showjumping and second level dressage and doing well apparently. She was sold in 2007/2008 to a foxhunter for $17,500 USD whom competed with her once and dumped her in a field with no food, no vet or farrier care and no human interaction.
Her owner died and the surviving family had an equestrian center/sales barn take her in, 300lbs underweight with a body score of 2, they had 150 other horses and decided they didn't have the time or resources to dedicate to her rehab and put an advertisement online to sell her.
I came across the ad, she was listed for $1500. I drove down to southern Tennessee where the barn was and a girl showed me to the stall they had her in. She was backed into the corner of the darkest stall in the barn, they hadn't cleaned it out in weeks it was disgusting. She was staring out at us like some wild thing.
I got a halter and leadrope and lead her out of the stall, her feet were overgrown and split, she was very skinny, bleeding out of her nose and covered in crap.
I almost just walked away right then. I had dealt with rescues before, half wild nut case horses. When she flipped herself over refusing to get in the trailer, I told them I didn't want her. There was nothing I personally could do.
I handed them back the leadrope and got into my truck and drove the three hours back to the northern side of Tennessee. My husband had a brigade ball to attend that night for celebrating their return from Afghanistan.
We were at the ball in Nashville, TN and my cell rang. They had just dropped Carolina off in my holding pen at my house.
So I was stuck with this horse. When I got home the next morning from the ball, she was standing there in the holding pen watching me. Nose still bleeding, switching her tail and watching everywhere I went.
Surprisingly enough she is better than she was when I first got her. I've had her 5 months, and in the last month moved her twice from Tennessee to one barn in Indiana, where she was being mistreated, to a new barn. We had to move because my husband got stationed here with the army.
She has been taken care of health wise, feet wise and teeth wise. She is sleek and healthy.
I want to compete with her. That's my plan. Maybe not at the level she was at before or that I was at, but that's my end goal.